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[The quad's all set up for the date auction! A handsome-looking blonde guy - one of the native cadets on the GFC - is center stage with the list and a mic, auctionees (and Headmaster Cid, sipping on a drink supervising) ready behind him. (Alas, Pinkie is out campaigning or something, and Mikuru is doing some last minute work elsewhere and doesn't like the stage anyway.)

[He flashes a smile.]
Gooooood afternoon, ladies and gentlemen and everyone else! I'm Russell Drake from the Garden Festival Committee, and I'd like to welcome you all to the GFC's second charity date auction! Once again all proceeds will be going towards the Centra orphanage, so please be generous with your bids! Bids start at 1 gil and we do not take rain checks or IOUs!

We have a fantastic bunch of volunteers for your dating pleasure today, so without further ado, let's get started!

  • Each person has their own thread. Please put your bids in the subject lines so people can see them! Threads collapse after fifty comments, so using the subject lines will make the bids easier to see.
  • Bids close and winners will be posted on Friday before the carnival post goes up. IC-ly, the winners will be announced Wednesday afternoon.
  • If you missed signups, PM [personal profile] wrmods and we'll squeeze them in as an IC "saw the auction on the day, hopped onstage and harassed the GFC to auction them off" auction. Just characters who would willingly sign up at this point, please!
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    [The two missions were launched at the same time and set to more or less coincide -- the theory being that Galbadia forces, should they elect to respond, would be slightly delayed and less effective if they had two concurrent events to respond to.]

    [The SeeDs assembled at the Garage at 0700 hours on Saturday for transport to Balamb by van. There, they split into two groups -- one taking the train, one taking a transport ship.]
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    [Having gained some great sheet music for his birthday, Gakupo decides to see how they match up to his performance skills. He'll be playing two songs this day:

    A: He's playing this lovely Deling song on his musical sword that sounds like this. Since he's pretty much an expert at playing on Miburi, it takes him a few tries to get the proper notes with the right swings of his blade. He goes back and forth between the music sheet held down by a paper weight, and the empty space to move.]

    B: Gakupo also has his guitar with him, playing a pretty calm tune. Unlike before with his sword, he needs a music stand for this. It won't get in the way this time.

    The slower tune does get him a bit down about Rinoa being gone. He sighs softly, taking a break.]


    Aug. 17th, 2012 03:55 am
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    B106.... B107....

    [Ah, there it is. B108

    Riza opens the door to her new home. She wasn't sure how long she'd be here, but she was at least grateful that the Headmaster was kind enough to let her stay. He seemed like a very understanding man from the get go and even allowed her to take some classes as a Cadet despite the age restrictions.

    Turning the light on, she discovered that the room was simple-just the way she liked it. Well, the empty side looked simple. Riza opened her mouth, ready to call out that she was home out of sheer habit, when she realized something. The dorm room lacked something. A certain sound of paws pitter-pattering across the floor. She sighs. No Black Hayate here.

    As promised, Riza found her Course Catalog with acceptance letter on a table in the kitchen. Quickly skimming through the letter, she looks over to the other bedroom. She knew she'd have a roommate, but it seemed said roommate was not in at the moment.

    Taking a seat at the table, she decides to flip through the catalog and set up her classes while she still had the chance. Headmaster Cid said she only had a certain amount of time before she had to turn in her course schedule. She didn't have a bag to unpack after all.

    After a few hours of setting things up on a piece of paper, she decides to go ahead and take her course schedule to the Headmaster's office. Riza assumed her roommate was attending her classes, as this Twilight Sparkle hadn't arrived yet.

    If you see her in the hallways, take a moment to talk with her a while. Maybe then she can get some in-tell on what this place is about.]
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    Instructor Mustang, please report to the Commander's office.

    I repeat, Instructor Mustang, please report to the Commander's office.
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    [The sound of the last Homecoming-related intercom announcement has barely stopped echoing before a rather succinct post goes up.]


    [And a couple of minutes after that:]


    OWN UP DAMN YOU11 you're goimg to wish you rem,ebered to nominate YOUR INTESTINES1

    [Neither is signed, but... given the topic, how many different people could this possibly be?]


    [At lunchtime on the same day, if you happen to be keeping an eye out for Edward, you'll find him sulking by himself at a table in the far corner. You might miss him otherwise; apparently, for once, he's trying to look smaller than usual.]
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    Got a question for you all out there... at least, the ones I've never asked this of before.

    What's magic like on your worlds? Did it exist? Could anyone use it, or was it in the hands of just a few? Did it terrify people, like it does here? Was there a substitute for it?

    No deep reason, just curious. My own world has a lot of similarities to this one, that way. Makes me wonder what other ones are like.

    -Instructor Snow Villiers
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    [personal profile] manslut
    Heh, been a while since I've been around this place. Gotta say that it hasn't changed at all, other than the faces that are wandering about.

    So, Garden, mind telling me if I've missed anything interesting in my time away? I can't be out of the loop on these things.

    And while we're at it, for those who don't know me, the name's Reno. Not Sir. Not Mr. Not Mr. Reno. Just Reno, got it? While I'm here I'm going to be teaching two little classes starting next quarter. One of them is about making shit explode, how to make things that make shit explode, and how to diffuse things that make shit explode. If you got sensitive ears or can't handle the way I talk, then don't bother. The second one is for those of you going towards Covert-Ops, the class is specifically for that type of thing. I may not look or sound like the person who can teach that, but I'm one of the best.

    Any questions?

    [Later on, about mid-afternoon, Reno is hanging about the cafeteria. His feet are propped up on one of the tables, mag-rod lazily hanging from his left hand. He seems calm enough right then, the place being relatively deserted at this time of the day, meaning it's quiet for once.

    An unlit cigarette dangles loosely from his lips, not seeming to be too upset about the fact he can't really smoke inside.]
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    [personal profile] rewritethis

    So what's a "homecoming" and why should I care? 2 sentences or less. Knock yourselves out.


    [One of these days, this guy might get bored of setting up weird, ultimately pointless science experiments in the Quad. Today is not that day. He's laid claim to a large patch of dirt not too far away from the stage (nobody seemed to be using it, all right?), and... planted a large purple gemstone right in the middle of it, apparently. Odd. Where'd he get that from?

    Right now he's busy scratching arcane-looking geometrical patterns in the dirt with a small stick, only periodically glancing over to make sure the jewel is still there. He looks downright cheerful, which might be more novel than the shapes he's drawing. No telling how long that'll last if anyone disturbs his circles, though.]
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    [personal profile] distantbird
    [Raven has been crafting again, and this time she's made enough to share. Or, rather, sell.

    Today, she's brought a small table to the Quad, and placed her projects all over it. There's two knitted hats, because the middle of summer is the perfect time to be selling woolen accessories, but it's mostly jewellery. Most of them are pendants, but there's a couple of rings, earrings and bracelets as well. Each has a little label on them stating the price, which could be anything from 500 gil to 5000.

    However, Raven's not always been the best of salespeople, even if that is her job at home. She stands there, silently, all wrapped up in her heavy coat and scarf regardless of the warm weather, watching her fellow cadets. Nobody even gets as much as a smile from her - if anything, she seems to be frowning.


    Jul. 12th, 2012 08:01 pm
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    [personal profile] incinerare
    [There's a perhaps new or perhaps even old familiar face in the quad, he's seated off to the side, a slim wooden box beside him with a black and white checkered pattern gracing the top of it, beside it rests an empty file folder. The man himself is currently reading the papers that the folder contained, the contents of which are actually a list of names, along with times and dates. Other papers contain plans for certain subjects, notes on what's been covered and what's left to be covered.

    Basically, he's restablishing himself back into the flow of things while he has the time, before he resumes the duties he actually holds while inside the garden. However, feel free to come up and say hello or question just what that strange rectangular box beside him is. He won't mind.]


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