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pantcestor.livejournal.com

BBS;

( cut for bright red courier )

ACTION;

[ In the early hours of the morning or the wandering hours of sunset, you may meet a strange pair of grey-skinned, horned adults meandering through the quad and other open areas of Garden. One is cloaked in grey, pushing the other (clad in the nondescript garb of an infirmary patient) along in a wheelchair. Both have deeply scarred forearms; the one in the wheelchair has light scars around his cheeks and eyes as well.

The troll in grey smiles absently at those who they pass (or who pass by them), but he's obviously focused on the person he's attending, occasionally leaning forward to speak softly in his ear about something or another. You'll have to speak to them directly and maybe tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. ]

betwixttocks.livejournal.com

[This bloody cat is more trouble than it's worth. Not that Vriska truly believes that, but at this moment she was sure of it. Noodles has escaped earlier and now she was out and about looking for the stupid thing. If Tavros was behind this she would push him down the longest flight of stairs she could find.

Well her search leads her outside, rummaging through foliage for any sign of the walking hairball and cursing under her breath every so often.] Worthless animal...

uhhhh

oKAY,
sO WHILE THIS IS NOT, eXACTLY, hOW I EXPECTED THE GAME TO GO, aND i'M PRETTY MUCH POSITIVE THIS ISN'T EVEN THE GAME ANYMORE,
i GUESS IT'S NOT SO BAD, aLL THINGS CONSIDERING,
eVEN THOUGH I WAS PRETTY EXCITED, tO DO ALL OF THE THINGS, tHAT THE GAME WOULD, uHHH, hAVE YOU DO,
bUT I GUESS, iN A WAY, iT'S SORT OF A RELIEF, sOMEHOW,
aNYWAY,
iT'S LIKELY, tHAT THERE ARE OTHERS HERE i'VE NEVER MET,
sINCE MAYBE YOU WERE AFFECTED BY, tIME BUSINESS, wHICH i DON'T ENTIRELY UNDERSTAND,
kIND OF LIKE, hOW i DON'T UNDERSTAND A LOT OF THE THINGS, i SEE HERE,
uHHHHH, wOW, yEAH,
i JUST GOT MORE CONFUSED, bY THINKING ABOUT IT,

sOOOO,
i GUESS i'LL JUST SUBMIT THIS NOW,

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[[Soooo after that entry, Tavros just decided he was going to wheel himself around to do a bit of exploring. He'll spend the most of this time in the quad, so that's likely where one would be able to find him doing any number of little things, like checking up on the bbs or something. Not much. He is entirely approachable if you're not scared of him or anything.]]

timeresets.livejournal.com

This is probably a weird question, but... Have you ever met someone who knows a different you? If so... what do you do if they don't... get along with the other you, in a way of speaking?

_{[Because she is completely confused about Mami's words, especially the part about never speaking to each other again.]}

wrnpcs

[There seems to be a festive atmosphere all throughout Garden. Why? Because it's the Homecoming Carnival! The Garden Festival Committee has been hard at work all morning and when 1300 hours strikes, it's finally open for everyone to enjoy.

There's a map on the Directory which shows where everything is located:

( MAP )

Have fun, Garden!]

[OOC: As noted, this has been backdated to last Friday. So as not to exclude new characters who came in after, though, it can be assumed that their arrivals were backdated so they can participate.

~~PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL WE HAVE FINISHED PUTTING UP THE SUBCOMMENTS. Thank you!~~ We're done posting the subcomments, you can go ahead and jump in!

EDIT: Also, we forgot to mention: Players can assume that characters take different shifts which allow for everyone to enjoy other parts of the carnival as well instead of being stuck manning a booth the whole night. For Dunk Tank and Kissing Booth, it's best to leave your character's name in the subject of their comment to start off their thread to indicate their shift. Thank you!

EDIT 2: FORGIVE US! We forgot to mention that there is a price for some of the attractions at the carnival. This is a fundraiser where the money can to go whatever the Garden Festival Committee sees fit; we'll let the players and their characters decide on that front. Here's how the pricing goes:

KISS: 2 gil each
FERRIS WHEEL/ BUMPER CAR/ CAROUSEL: 5 gil per person
CARNIVAL GAME: 1 gil per game
FACE PAINTING: 2 gil per person
FOOD STALLS: We'll leave this up to characters to decide.
DUNK TANK: 5 gil for 3 balls, 10 gil for 10 balls
FORTUNE TELLING: 3 gil per reading

We hope this clarifies things!]

subjuggloco.livejournal.com

( bbs // cut for annoying courier and AlTeRnAtIoN )

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[If one were to check out the courtyard right now, they might wind up spotting a very... odd-looking guy chilling in the center of just about everything, sitting in the grass and sipping on a beverage of Questionable Fizzy Content. The troll's face is unlike any others' from the Garden so far, caked with face makeup as opposed to be relatively or entirely bare of that artificial slop.

He also seems kind of... out of it. How could one describe it as? Lethargic? No, maybe out of tune with things? Perhaps. Focused on something? Who even motherfucking knows. He's not even focused on one thing. The whole world around him is just... fascinating him on this new planet.

Garden's beautiful, life is beautiful, all that shit just going on in his little clown head.

No matter how off he seems, however, he's actually a pretty cool dude to be around. That just... might take a moment to realize beyond his high personality and low attention span due to the fact.

Approach, y/n/sopor pies?]

bentbowarcher.livejournal.com

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

ageaaquarius.livejournal.com

[Okay. Okay the last thing he did before being sent here? Shit. That's all in the past. Nothing happened. He didn't get his black advances rejected by Rose, and he didn't get his computer blown up. Except... he's probably going to flip a switch if someone brings it up. Yep.

Oh but uh... None of that happened.

Man. None of that happened. Everything's cool.

However. He's still completely confused about why he's even here in the first place. Interview wasn't too painful to endure, and neither was knowing that this is a military academy. Shit, that even makes it seem better.

Now he's just... aimlessly wandering around the lobby and the dorms, trying to not look like a confused idiot. It's really failing... really really hard. Flag him down and talk to him, he'd probably absolutely love it. If not? Well, he'll deal with it.]

offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com

[As one is passing through classes today, one may hear something unusual in the air. As one's ears adjust, they may find it to be a very high pitched staccato laugh. It's resonance is pretty good, and seems show no indication of ceasing. Were one to explore the source of this acoustic anomaly, they would find that the sound gets louder as they enter into the lobby, and louder still the closer they got to the first floor lobby. The voice changes now, shifting to a hearty hahahaha to hehehe and even an abrupt LOL for good measure.

At the end of this particular rabbit hole is a young troll girl standing next to the directory, which has subsequently been smeared by something white and viscous--saliva, perhaps? The troll girl seems to find something HIGHLY AMUSING, but is staring off into blank space.

Talk about a weirdo.]

wingsofvirtue.livejournal.com

[ Having just arrived and found herself in a strange place, Colette's first course of business is to find her friends. She feels ill at ease without Lloyd at her side, and she's worried about Genis and the others. That is why she's standing in the lobby and approaching an occasional passer-by. ]

Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a boy with spiky brown hair and red clothes? Oh--maybe you don't speak the same language as me. Here, I have a picture.

( ooc cut for size )

freewolfmoon.livejournal.com

[Lunch is almost over, and cadets are just starting to filter (reluctantly or otherwise) back to their classes when a distinctive newcomer walks in from the front gate. Take your pick of what makes him so distinctive: the spiky black armor and huge sword slung across his back, the tense scowl, or the pointed ears. He moves slowly at first, with a tension-filled caution, but picks up speed as he makes his way into the lobby. In one hand he holds a course catalog--at a slight distance from his body, as if he finds it distasteful. He finally stops not far from the directory.]

Venhidis.

[The foreign word is spat out in a low and bitter voice like the swear it probably is. Then his hand tightens on the course catalog, the sharp claw-like fingers of his gauntlet puncturing it, and with a jerk of his arm he flings it off to the side. But none of the tension leaves his body, and when he strides forward to scan the directory, he continues to glower.]

They do not lie, I see. Their Garden even spreads out like a wheel, the better to crush the weak beneath it.

[Fenris is rarely in a good mood, but the past few days of acclimatizing to this new world, learning what goes on within it, and resigning himself to accompanying Balamb Garden in its travels have left him more bitter than ever. This is hell, and he is not out of it.]

cpt-infrared.livejournal.com

[Karkat is pacing the lobby, reading and rereading the letter clenched angrily in his hands with an ever-deepening scowl. Time compression. Cross-dimensional travel. This is such bullshit. He has important things to be getting on with! Never mind the fact that he'd pretty much just been assigned a mission quite obviously intended soley to get him out of his superiors' horns for a while – that detail is completely irrelevant to the fact that the Rebellion needs him.]

[He's not really looking where he's going, so chances are sooner or later he is going to bump into somebody. Not that he will accept any responsibility whatsoever for this inevitable occurrence. If anything he will appreciate the opportunity to yell at somebody.]

agt-doubletap.livejournal.com

[Since arriving and being interviewed, Sollux had spent the entirely of his stay at Balamb Garden curled up in his room. He couldn't sleep - not when he was so wound up and distinctively lacking a recuperacoon. But the outward world was a scary place, and he didn't have very high hopes for it. Despite the fact that his hosts had yet to actually do something terrible to him, it was nigh impossible to put the possibility out of mind.]

[But eventually he goes out, if only to prove to himself that he can and that he's allowed to. He's almost surprised when nobody stops him from leaving the dorms, and once he's to the lobby he's officially out of ideas of what to do with himself. Everyone he's seen is the same, pink skinned alien race he saw in Timber, and he doesn't feel comfortable talking to them. At least not of his own accord.]

[So he finds a slightly concealed area of the lobby and perches himself on it, watching people pass by, and trying to coax himself down from persistent idea that he should be trying to escape. It's not like he actually has anywhere to go.]

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CARNIVAL! (Backdated to last Friday)

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