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[Scene 1 / action / backdated to Jan 1st]

[Nepeta was currently in the cafeteria, but pretty much all the food on her tray was untouched. Like many others, Nepeta had received a strange item in her dorm. It was a photograph. Nothing unusual, and yet so very, very unusual due to what it contained. It was a picture of her, Equius, and Vriska. Familiar faces, yet so very unfamiliar.

For starters, she had gills. Gills, belonged only to sea dwellers. She had been staring at herself for quite some time now. It was not the only shocking thing, because it wasn't simply a matter of her being a sea dweller, but if the color of her symbol on the clothing she wore was any indication...

It was Tyrian. Vriska, was yellow. And Equius, oh boy. He might just have a hernia if he ever saw this picture because he was red. Bright red. It was a little shocking to see him wearing it--how had he not been culled? She wondered what Karkat would make of this too. They were all older, roughly two sweeps it looked, and yet even though he was so low on the hemospectrum, he looked happier than she had ever seen him. The picture in full: she was walking a bit ahead of them. Her clothes were fairly simple, colorful much like Feferis, but unlike her she did not wear as much jewelery. She had a thoughtful expression on her face and seemed to have been speaking, pointing off to something that could not be seen.

Behind her walked Equius and Vriska. The both of them were wearing uniforms of some sort, and while their symbols were still present, in their breast pocket was her own. Strangest of all, perhaps, was that they were holding hands and sharing a secretive look.

Nepeta knew that Equius and Vriska got along pretty well, having grown up together but she never would have thought of them being in a quadrant together. Yet there was just something so natural and blissful about the way they looked that she couldn't help but wonder. That wasn't the only thing, written on the back of the picture in her own handwriting was a letter]

Letter behind cut )

[The quirk was different, and the color of course, but it was definitely her handwriting.]

Scene 2 / video / today

[The feed turns on to show a rather excited looking Nepeta sporting a blue hat. It was her trademark hat--the one she always use to wear back home. She had always adored that hat and felt it to be something akin to a security blanket. She had given it to Equius before the whole incident with Gamzee had gone down, and she had been brought here so she had been without it for so long.]

Look! I woke up today and my hat was here. I don't know how--it was left back home when I was brought here but now it's back! [She giggles, and tugs it down so that it covers her eyes]

Did anyone else get anything?
[identity profile] fucksseriously.livejournal.com
A: Text, from John Egbert )

B: Text, from Jade Harley )

C: Action, all over the place

[ Two young aliens have arrived on the scene! From the looks of it, they're of the same make as those pesky trolls that keep showing up around the place – grey skin, yellow sclera, two candy-corn horns in various shapes plopped atop their foreheads and everything. The girl has an smile of utmost rapture on her face, and as she roams from place to place she points things out to the boy with a delighted grin. The boy seems to be keeping his face to a much more tempered “derpy grin,” stopping and remarking on how cool the layout of this place is on occasion.

If you happen to have ever met a John (Egbert) or Jade (Harley) before, they bear an absolutely striking resemblance. It's uncanny, really.

The dynamic duo aren't really stuck in any particular part of Garden – rather, they are roaming throughout its entirety, staring wide-eyed at pretty much everything they pass by. On occasion, Jade will excitedly run off to see something and leave John to catch up, or John will take an extra few minutes to check something out while Jade absent-mindedly wanders off, but in general they stick close together.

Do you choose this moment to run into one or both of them (quite possibly literally)?

[[ Both intros merged into one post to prevent spamming up the network! o7 Cuts are to preserve people's eyes from glaring technicourier. ]]
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:33 < it s33ms a lot of people have b33n leaving lately
:33 < or have b33n sent home i guess
:33 < i think equius was
:33 < ive b33n looking fur him fur a couple days
:33 < and trying to get in contact with him but no go
:33 < ampurra and gamz33 too
:33 < the older kananyaa and jade
:33 < none of them showed up to the get together so i went out looking
:33 < to no avail
:33 < if anyone has s33n them or knows where they might be
:33 < or if any of you are reading this
:33 < purrlease let me know?
:33 < especially you equius
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[Nepeta really wishes there was a better filtering system. She's been wanting to ask this for a while but...well, might as well just have at it.]

:33 < id like to ask everyone a question
:33 < how much should you furgive someone?
:33 < if theyve done something really pawful
:33 < what is the line betw33n being difficult
:33 < and being sensible
:33 < even if the purrson might be completely sincere
:33 < are there some things that should never be furgiven?
[identity profile] notimeforpi.livejournal.com
[oh, how cute, there's a graduation ball going on right now. see, there would be a lot of people excited to attend. of course there would be. but, you see, Asch isn't like them. no. social situations? no go. so. where is he? he's just. kinda hanging out around the Quad, minding his own business. he has Things to think about.

which, clearly, if you're not at the dance (or taking a break from it), you should go bug him. yep.]
[identity profile] windything.livejournal.com
[ if there's some people in the Training Center, there is a very high chance that running into ( 1 ) John Egbert will occur. however, this also means that there is also a chance of running into one of these giant lizards as well. yes, John has been told about the usage of his windy powers. but this is John. he's a derp and will end up using them anyway.

using them to ride one of those T-Rexaurs. or just fly around it to agitate it even more. the kid is the MASTER PRANKSTER. what better prank is there at the moment than being faster than the monster trying to chomp him into bits? besides! it's a freaking dinosaur! how impossibly cool is that!? ]

so this place has got to be one of the coolest places ever!!!!!!!!
bet you can't guess what i spent my day doing.
hehehe. :)
the hardest part, though, is trying to figure out what to name him.
er, well, i think he's a him, but i'm not sure that it's okay to just check a dinosaur out like that.
talk about rude!!
i happen to be a very culturally sensitive young man and lifting the skirts on poor dinosaurs just seems very wrong.
poor guy. i think i wore him out. :(

[identity profile] knightofmirth.livejournal.com
[Dave Strikara is walking around the Garden today, casual as can be, hands in his pockets. Unfortunately for a good many people in the vicinity, he's also testing out some highblood chucklevoodoos on certain individuals.

You might be affected, you might not. You might be able to converse with him normally, or he may have just unleashed the fear of a thousand gods upon your soul.

Maybe he's meeting you for the first time, and you just might not have the best of dreams tonight.]

((If you want your character to be affected, let me know if you want him to instigate fear/submissiveness, or throw a little something into a later dream.))
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[So whoever thought they were classy when they arrived at the Garden thought they were classy obviously hasn't arrived back on a dragon.

Actually, that probably scared the heck out of anyone who's never seen Redglare and her Lusus Pyralsprite. But she knows how to make an entrance as the large dragon flies her close enough to make a safe leap down onto level ground, staff in hand. The dragon soon disappears as she lands.]

It smells like the ocean now that we're near Fisherman's Horizon. It's kind of annoying really to smell all this fish. Hmph.

But I smell a lot of new things around here too, how delightful.

[He boots click against the ground as she makes her way around the Garden.

You'll probably catch her at the Front Gate[Morning], Quad[Afternoon], or the Library[Evening] throughout the day.]


Greetings students. I am Instructor Redglare. I will not tolerate any silly nicknames or anything that may potentially be impolite.

I suppose not all of you were here when I was around, but that is none of my concern. I will be instructing International Law and Criminal Justice as no one else is worthy of teaching such classes. I've spent most of my life to learn everything I know about these subjects. I take law very seriously and if you are enrolled in my classes, I will see to it that you treat them with the utmost respect that it deserves.

That being said, I take rules just as seriously and I will not hesitate to punish those who break them, so I better not catch any of you childish antics and rule breaking around here.

Make a disability jab at me and you'll be at the receiving end of my staff. Goody day.

-Instructor Neophyte Redglare
[identity profile] thewindything.livejournal.com
[Well, the carnival was cool and all but John didn't really feel up to it so he was only sparcely there for a few minutes. Homecoming was a definite no. Yeah, school dances? Not going to be a thing. Specially not right now when everyone else would probably pick up on his mood.

Which would be terrible. He did not want anyone getting worried or something over him. So, for now he was just going to stay in his room and worry about his homework. Homework which sucked no matter what universe you were trapped in.

There was so much memorizing in this garden code class bluh.]
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[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the happily decorated Ballroom located on the second floor.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. The Headmaster speaks to the Garden.

The Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The ball will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

The ball and its festivities tonight are being sponsored very generously by the Garden Festival Committee.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building.]

A mod note )
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[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:


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
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!
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[First, a private message...]

PM to Jade Strider )

[And then public.]

for better or for worse it seems ive been roped into this ridiculous date auction
while ill deal with the cause of the problem i suppose that while my presence as part of the proceedings is bothersome to say the least it cant hurt to entertain it
the banquet doesnt start until i enter the mead hall after all

on a much lighter note garden allow me to share a particular track with you all
it comes from the album that changed the face of drum and bass forever
ladies and gentlemen prepare
to hold

- tortileGhostwriter

[And then an audio embed, courtesy of a file transfer from the Hubtop...]


[After all of this, David can be found in the Training Center. As opposed to his standard saber, or the weapon with a remarkable resemblance to a lightsaber, he's holding something...different. A scimitar with a black blade, crackling with energy, looking less like it was there and more like a scar on the world, like dead pixels and is it shifting? A group of monsters is across from him. He holds the junctioning device in his offhand, looking at it for a moment. The name "YGGDRASIL" still stands out on the interface. Better to be sure...

He junctions her.]

Little solace comes...


To those who grieve...

[Darkness descends. The temperature in the room drops to precisely freezing.]

When thoughts keep drifting...

[The walls, floor, and ceiling of the room turn black. Featureless.]

As walls keep shifting...

[Vast endless corridors open up on the walls.]

And this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves...

[A spiral staircase forms behind him, leading down somewhere. Who knows where. A noise like a low growl becomes audible throughout the room.]

moments before the wind.


[A sound comes, like the shifting of great tree limbs, like a great rustling of paper. A great hulking thing, vaguely human and female in shape but clearly monstrous, a face like a mask, bearing a smile like empty windows. A vast cloak of paper, long arms, with hands that were less hands now and more tentacle-like claws. A soft, definitely female voice, came almost like a whisper.]

David dear, don't be afraid...

[He dismissed her. Quickly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he couldn't deal with her actually being present. The room swiftly returned to normal appearance and temperature, the light and heat returning. Now, to deal with the monsters.

Simple enough.]

[OOC note: Though it's a YouTube embed OOCly, for IC purposes, it's audio.]
[identity profile] thewindything.livejournal.com
wow it's been a long time since i posted anything on this network.
i think that garden got a lot of new people recently so i wanted to say hi to everyone!
being kidnapped by paradox space is kind of a downer but this place is pretty cool, i promise!
also if any of you type in a silly way with colors and courier and you just got here, let me know!
you might be from my world!

anyways, i wanted to ask a question.
do any of you know if you can maybe drop a class you're doing really bad in?
like beyond the help of magical tudors bad.
like ...i am pretty sure i broke three computers bad.
er if someone could let me know that would be awesome.

- ectoBiologist

[Also have some action. This is generally open for any kind of shenanigans, just let me know when and where it takes place when you tag! He can be found working hard in class, goofing off in the quad, or just hanging out in his room!]
[identity profile] ragesnake.livejournal.com
[All right so technically speaking, it's Karkat's birthday. Technically. He's aware of this, and a little confused by it because he's pretty sure his wriggling day just happened, but then again, Weird Time Shenanigans are sort of bullshit.]

[Either way, he's skulking around in the shadows more than usual today, sort of hiding. He still hasn't really gotten an honest day's sleep since he got here, mostly on purpose but partly not on purpose, though, so it's probably pretty easy to spot and/or sneak up on him.]

[Currently he's hanging out in a corner of the Garden, overlooking something else with his trademark irritated scowl.]

[The fact that he's honestly hoping nobody finds him clearly means you should.]

[[ooc; tags are gonna be really hella slow until tomorrow at around 7PM EST, since I work at ass o'clock and should really be sleeping. But here I am posting things anyway. :|b]]
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[Well fuck.]

[Yes, that start off was completely necessary.]

[You wanna know why? Well I'll tell ya.]

[Trolls are fucking...horrible man, horrible. Tavros actually just, wants to make it through his day without see any of them, besides himself, of course, why wouldn't he want to see that gorgeous mug of his. But lately some shit has been going down, and boy, it... is pretty terrible. He might be a shining example of confidence in text, but, in person? He has every right to be acting like this.]

[And when I say like this, I mean dodging and weaving around corners of things, like, we're talking secret stealth agent and everything. Tavros is trying his best to make sure he knows what and who is around him as he makes his way from building to building, and soon, thankfully, gets into the building he needs to end up in. That takes out one threat, Vriska and her silly fucking flying shenanigans.]

[Still have to try and hide from threat two, Equius. Oh...god he does not want to run into him. Tavros just wants to get to his class, like...and hour early, but still. It's a haven, he won't have to worry about anything with a teacher right there. And god he probably looks ridiculous dodging and weaving around everything, it really is quite hard to do with those horns of his.]
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
[When he first transportalized into the Balamb Garden dormitories, he was confused. He was sure he'd entered the warp gate that lead to the Land of Quartz and Melody, but Aradia was no where to be seen. Was this some new, hidden challenge level he'd randomly journeyed to? They'd only just started SGRUB, it was possible...]

[Except, the acceptance letter siting on the sleep square sort of suggested otherwise. And while he wasn't thrilled to be delayed in his mission to make Aradia his girlfriend guide the b100 team to flawless victory, the words "time compression" were involved. And if he knew anything about time shenanigans, it's that they were better off being left to the experts. And while the experts attempted to figure out how to get every one back to their own worlds, he might as well make the most out of his time here and gain ALL THE LEVELS. With any luck, he'd be back before anyone knew to miss him, mwahahahaha.]

[And the course catalog was filled with so many interesting classes... How could he ever chose?]

[He couldn't, that's how, and he spent hours pouring over the selection, putting together different combinations and specializations until finally, hunger forced him to emerge from his assigned respiteblock.]

[He made it to the front door of the dormitories before he was forced to beat a hasty retreat. It was day. Oh gee, it was the day. He'd been up all night, and now it was day, and he was hungry, and the sun was out.]

[There is now a troll pressed back against the wall opposite the main entrance, trying his darnedest not to look guilty and/or terrified. WHAT DO?]
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[Of course he was picked to come here, even if it was random. Of course he was going to attend this school. Of course! There was not reason he wouldn’t. Tavros was, not gonna lie, pretty steamed he was here, and that he couldn’t do what needed to be done back home. He knew that this wasn’t the place for him now. He had to kill Vriska, he had to advance and stop her from ruining anything further. Even if he pitied her, even if he loved her. Okay maybe it was going to be a lot harder then he thought, but he killed her once, he could have done it again. Not that he had to anymore, with the whole appearing here, lance in hand, not sure exactly how to react to the whole thing. But that was over now, for the most part. he had cleaned himself up, got into this uniform and was ready for...school?

Now he was a ‘cadet’ or something, whatever. The uniform was pretty cool, so nothing to complain about there, he’d probably make a few modifications through time. But, this whole, rules, and shit, this was gonna get old really fast. But this ‘new start’ thing? He liked that, actually... Alternia was gone, they had nothing back on that fucking meteor, so maybe this was for the best. He had another world to become something in, because having any part in troll society, lance related or not, wasn’t going to happen now, not with Alternia blow all to hell.]

Wonder if I can like, get some kind of phone or some shit…

[Talking to yourself is completely normal when you don’t have anyone to talk to yet. He’s ignoring the stares he gets every so often, he stared enough of his own lately, he was tired of gawking at things and people he’d never seen before. He knew what humans were, a lot of people here looked liked them. He had yet to see a troll. To be honest, he wondered why he wasn’t getting more stares, maybe… maybe there was another troll here somewhere? That would be amazing… Though, he shouldn’t get excited. DAMNIT, did he almost hit someone with his horn again?! People were NOT used to horns here.]

YEAH, yeah, watch it! [He scowled, grunting as he turned to lean his back against a nearby wall, his hand flipping out the paper with his schedule written on it. He wasn’t exactly excited… for classes… It was gonna be a drag, really. But he’d do the best he could Maybe he should sign up for some extra shit to do, so it wasn’t just all work. He’d go NUTS if it was all work. He had to become a part of this place now, whether he liked it or not. It wasn't like him to dwell on this kind of stuff, so, have at it! The others could figure out what to do on their own now for all he cared. Not liked they listened to him anyways.

Okay, maybe a little help with these classes, and schedule, and whatever was going on would be nice. Just a little... Ugh, whatever, he was done looking at this stupid list. Tavros pulls out his acceptance letter and reads it again before scoffing and starting to fold it.]
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hey egbert
you got a minute
i have something for you

yet another musically inclined question for the masses
i already found the drums in one of the music rooms
so this place isnt completely cockblocking me from jamming
but anybody know if theres turntables in this world
or am i going to have to improvise
and find some record players to get old school on


[ Dave can be found milling around either at a computer outside the path to the Quad, or in the Quad proper. He happens to be wearing a jacket at the moment, and if one looks close enough they might notice that his pockets twitch every now and then. Yes, there are kittens in them. One each, in fact.

He doesn't appear to be too concerned about being caught with them, since he's pretty sure pets are allowed and he thankfully does not have a hoard of them like Greece and Nepeta did yesterday. Rather, he simply taps out a rhythm on the tops of his thighs, thumbs hooked in his pants pockets, occasionally doing some footwork as he waits around.
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[It was past curfew, Nepeta knew she should be in her dorm. Especially given how many rules she had broken yesterday, and the fact that some instructors probably thought she was rabid now, it was probably be a good thing to lay low for a while. Unfortunately she still wasn't use to this whole being active during the day thing.

Sleep in general was something that was started to become hard for her to come by, having no sopor slime to keep the nightmares and visions of carnage that plagued trolls away. Her cave had never sported a recuperacoon, but until recent events she had always been able to deal without.

Not so much now, so it was no wonder that she was awake at this moment. She peeked her head out her door to see if there was anyone else, before hurriedly closing it and scampering up the stairs nearby.

Things had gotten minimally better as of late. She found herself being genuinely happy whenever she hung out with her room mate, Ronnae, and the kittens she and Greece now had gave her something to distract herself. Different people whether intentionally or not had brought her small moments of comfort but they only lasted so long, and like now she was desperate for someone to talk to.

Specifically, Karkat, and so here she was at the door to his dorm. She hesitated, by then gave a few soft knocks.]


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