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A couple of days after Garden Master Laguna's first order, preparations for war are well underway wherever one looks, and many a non-combat or medical instructor is excusing cadets who claim they are helping with the war effort.

All throughout the building, building checks and last minute repairs are still underway, and the Garden Master himself is out and about and ready for a chat.

In the training center, some people have taken to offering free spar sessions. Sometimes instructors and SeeDs can be found offering fighting tips to the less experienced.

For those who would rather train against monsters, the Fire Cavern is open and supervised. It's a good place to draw Fire and Thunder spells, too.

The infirmary is offering first aid refresher crash courses and small medpacks to bring into battle. They also need help making said packs and sorting their hastily purchased supplies.

Speaking of supplies, the 2F supply rooms, normally only entered for missions and relevant classes, are doing an inventory of the weapon and spell stocks still available after the Battle of the Three Gardens. Magic stocks are being topped up by refining spells from other items.

Considering someone used a carrier vehicle in said Battle, people are also checking all of Garden's vehicles in the garages (as well as the small fleet of boats kept at Balamb Harbor). Mechanics would be much appreciated.

Though several of the lesser trained cadets have been pulled out of school by their parents following the declaration of war, those left are being subjected to evacuation and lockdown drills in the dorms.

(OOC: Despite the prompts being in prose, please feel free to action tag!)
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[In the afternoon of the 17th, without warning, Garden lurches dramatically, rapidly swiveling on its vertical axis -- flinging unsecured items to the floor, toppling overeager students in the library and the chatting congregation in the cafeteria from their seats. An uncharacteristic whine vibrates through the first floor as the sub-basement engines spin faster, accelerating the mobile fortress along its new heading.]

[A moment later, the intercom chimes.]

This is Commander Zabala. Galbadia Garden will intercept us in around fifteen minutes. I repeat: Galbadia Garden will intercept us in fifteen minutes. In our current position, and with Galbadia Garden's advantage in mobility, we can no longer hope to outmaneuver. Nor can we hope to resolve this diplomatically. We are moving away from them as fast as we can, but they will intercept us just as we cross onto the southern Trabia coast. There, we believe they will attempt to board -- there, we will fight.

All of Garden must now prepare. Do not press the attack into Galbadia Garden. Balamb Garden is our stronghold, and we have the advantage of defenses; we can force them to withdraw through attrition. Remain aboard Balamb and inflict what casualties you can. Barricade the lobby, the second floor hallway, the ballroom, and the dorms. Junior cadets are ordered to take shelter in the dorms; senior Instructors are ordered to withdraw to the dorms and protect them to your utmost ability. Defend the hot dogs if and only if time allows. [Oh boy, she's going to catch some flak for that one.

There's an anticipatory pause.]

If Sol Invictus defeats us here, nothing and no one is left to oppose them. They know that. Make sure they do not achieve their goals.

[The intercom cuts out, and the clock's ticking.]

(ooc: Sol Invictus is on Balamb's doorstep, and they're not here for a tea party. After fifteen IC minutes, the first phase of the January 17th invasion will begin, with armed SI members pouring in seemingly without end from the main entrance and the roof. More details on this plot arc are in the OOC post on B3G.

Subthreads are provided; they are intended as loose prompts, so you are welcome to treat their locations fluidly or come up with your own scenarios / top-level comments. You may also NPC your own SI members and monsters, but bear in mind that, as the OOC post says, this is not an easy fight. Sol Invictus members are off-worlders of varying species and abilities, with training.

As ever, feel free to contact the mods through the usual channels for additional details or to request NPCing.)
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[In order to properly distance itself from the cabin now parked on the foundations of the Centra shelter from which the structure was built, Balamb Garden has docked in Balamb Town. The erstwhile investigative team has been granted the use of a Garden van to reach their goal with any supplies they feel they might need.]

[Close-up, the cabin and the depression that denotes Balamb Garden's rest location are shrouded in a curious mist -- curious not just because it is out of nowhere, but curious because it is both oddly warm and unusually dark. Stepping into the mist is like stepping into a jungle, complete with shadowy half-light cast by great trees looming overhead that don't actually exist.]

[The cabin sits in the middle of this morass, dark and closed.]


Oct. 28th, 2013 12:25 pm
eggplantallergy: (Gakupo: *stares*)
[personal profile] eggplantallergy
After a rather unpleasant encounter earlier, it made me curious about something.

How many off-worlders are simply staying in Balamb Garden just to have a roof over your heads? Are you wholeheartedly making efforts to make the best of the situation you've been placed in?

I've been here since the very first influx of off-worlders began, and during that time we didn't have much of a choice but to stay with Balamb Garden, or risk being attacked for something we couldn't control happening to us. Throughout my three years, I've felt more at home here than I did back in my own world, but there were times where I felt unsure as to how I could contribute. The Headmaster is quite kind, enough so that he granted my request for Welcoming Balls to be held for new incoming cadets. At that time, I hadn't even been in this world for more than two months, maybe less! So I was glad that I was able to do something to make others happy, even if just for an evening.

While we're fortunate enough to be housed (although forced to be mercenaries, I'm afraid), we shouldn't slack on all that Balamb has to offer us. It would only be a slap in the face to them, wouldn't it?

-Gakupo, SeeD #28262
Para-Magic and Bladed Weapons Advisor


Oct. 27th, 2013 07:24 pm
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[Ace had gone to Balamb town and bought a bunch of sweet smelling flowers. He had them all placed in a basket and then returned to Garden where he promptly removed his standard uniform and slid on his old board shorts. He placed his hat on his head and slid into his boots before heading back out into the halls.

He smiled brightly as he walked bare chested down the hallways and offered all the ladies he met a flower with a request to vote for him as homecoming prince. He only hoped this idea worked.]

[OOC: His hat looks very similar to that pic at any rate. It was a gift from Grell and Marco because his real hat was lost back in his homeworld]
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[personal profile] eggplantallergy
[The following is a video embedded into the post. It shows Gakupo sitting in a room, but really, there's nothing fancy going on there. He's speaking in Japanese, which will be followed by English typed with this entry afterwards.]

It hasn't been done in quite some time, and I'm aware that a good number of us speak Japanese, but who would like to help others learn the language? Alternatively, who would like to start a group to maintain our Japanese? I find that the less we use our native language, them more we'll forget.

Thank you for your time.

(ooc: Just for clarity, he does speak in a very polite way, but it isn't the honorific form of Japanese.)
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[As people panicked or smashed through their doors, or used alchemy on them, or otherwise wrecked up Garden and fled into the lobby or the halls, a few things have quickly become clear, either shouted or spread by word of mouth:]

[Garden is precariously balanced on the edge of a canyon wall -- a canyon wall that was certainly not there last night. Garden didn't move all through the night, either, so how this happened is anybody's guess...]

[Speaking of precariously balanced, we DO mean precariously. The tilting has been perceptible, but glacial, and in fact it has slowed noticeably since Rainbow Dash started pushing against the bottom of the suspected edge of Garden. On the other hand, some people removed a car and a few people from the over-land side, which has made the balance slightly worse, and so the pony is losing ground again.]

[People remain scattered in small groups within the Garden, and the power remains completely out. This is not terribly surprising; the internal generators are not particularly hardened, since normally any damage that reached them would have to go through the entire surrounding structure to get to them. Dorm rooms are beginning to light up as sunlight trickles through their windows, but the lobby and many other areas still have no light.]

[No sign of Commander Zabala or Headmaster Cid. Rumors are swirling from some of the cadets that this is another of Zabala's crazy tests.]

[What's the plan?]
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[Thursday morning, 0559 hours.]

[Garden as a whole abruptly drops two feet.]

[The facility strikes the ground with a massive crash and shake that bears the full weight of every single one of its pounds. Loose items tumble to the floor and glass shatters in a cacophonous tumult that only serves as counterpoint to the greater and far more ominous crash of earth meeting metal. Massive vibrations race through Garden as different parts of it resonate with the force of the impact. Somewhere on the first floor, a chocobo literally screams in rage, a sound almost monstrous in its inhumanity. The lights flicker and then go out entirely.]

[Like an earthquake -- and no one would blame anyone for mistaking the source of the crash and shake, if not for the sickening drop that had yanked everyone's stomach into their throat for a heartstopping moment -- the shaking, roar, and vibrations slowly fade away, leaving only panick, fear, and disarray behind. And very ominous silence. The power has failed; the lights are out, water does not flow, and besides the residents, nothing stirs.]

[Then... slowly, but inexorably, Balamb Garden begins to tilt.]

[OOC: This is a general reaction and mingle post! You may also make your own posts if you so desire. If you need a mod response to a thread for information or a reaction, please ping us through PM!]
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[personal profile] whistleconcert
I've heard about the troubles Garden's suffered while I was gone. Good job to those of you who got through them; I don't imagine it was easy. And for those of you who are new here, welcome to Garden.

My name is Blues, and I'm the instructor for Art & Music Appreciation on Tuesday and Thursday, as well as Advanced Weapons Training: Firearms and Projectiles on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If you have a question about these courses, come speak with me directly. For those of you taking Art & Music Appreciation on my days, I need to meet with you as soon as you're able.

I'll be in my office for a few hours, but I can schedule a day for meeting if you feel the need for it.

As a last note, everyone, both cadet and SeeD, need to be on their guard while outside of Garden. Sol Invictus seems to have gotten ruffled about something, and if it's enough to upset them, it's not something we can afford to ignore.

-- #47137, Blues


[As he said, Blues is hanging around in his office, just working on some papers as well as a side project of sorts. A large case is sitting at the side of the desk, currently closed, while a robotic green cat is lounging on a corner of the desk, snoozing.]


[Much later in the afternoon, but not quite evening, anyone who goes into the Quad will be hearing a strange, yet beautiful, song.

Blues himself is settled on the branch of a tree for lack of short buildings, whistling the song and watching the skyline quietly. His last mission has made an uncomfortable worry settle into him, and unlike back home, it's not a worry he can push away. That was the one problem about this place, wasn't it? He's gotten too close to everyone here, too personal. And it's because of that he can't just help and leave, like usual. But he's too deep in to back out now, and even if he could... he can't just abandon those here who've counted on him.

But again, that leaves that uncomfortable feeling that there's a storm on the horizon, and he can't stop it alone.

Sigh. Blues reaches down to rub Tango's head, the support unit curled up on his lap to offer some semblance of comfort.]
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[Time Compression, in its purest form -- a tangled ball like a naked singularity, where space and time are points rather than dimensions, and no standard laws of reality apply.]

[The Gate of Truth: a portal between this world and another, the means by which alchemical energy comes into this world, capable of separating those who cross it into body, mind, and soul.]

[Mixing the two might have been a bad idea.]

[From a circle on the ground in the very depths of Tears Point, a yawning void opens. From it pour hands -- hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny shadow-hands on endlessly long, shapeless black arms. Though nothing seems to be guiding them, they unerring seek out everything and everyone living nearby. Slash them, cut them, burn them, blast them -- they simply reform and redouble their efforts to seize living beings.]

[Suddenly the flow shifts. Whereas before the circle disgorged Cthonian nightmares, now it pulls with unearthly strength. The shadow-hands wrap around their targets, seize them, and pull them in fast and hard.]

[All is blinding white.]

[The scene abruptly resolves into coherent shapes and images again. Where before, they had stood under a sky red with monsters, now the heroes stand beneath a sky full of clouds, whose whiteness is the same ominous density that grey-blackness would be in a normal world. Lower in the sky, nearly blotting out those clouds, hung Lunatic Pandoras, countless Lunatic Pandoras, limitless temporal repetition of the same monolith.]

[In the center, where the Time Compression Distortion had touched Tears Point, now all that was visible was the bloated, decaying husk of a spider. A massive spider, whose sprawled legs stretch far off into the distance. Atop it, a spider that was miniscule only in comparison to the titan frantically weaves another line into a great web that seems poised to catch a descending crystal as it lurches laboriously groundward from some far-off point in the sky.]

[And if all that is strange, wait till you look around...]

[But there's still a job to be done.]

[OOC: Discussion post is here, and you really ought to read it before you post! Again, no tag order, multiple locations.]
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[personal profile] wrnpcs
[Balamb Garden surged forward through the black predawn hours, racing across the Great Plain of Esthar. 22 years ago, mobile Gardens had no access to the continent, but in the course of the decades and the increased goodwill between Balamb and Esthar, a large portion of the rocky cliffs had been demolished and graded, making an access ramp for the academies.]

[The night was completely black. The moon was new, and thus not out, and clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. In the distance, though, a sickly white-yellow light illuminated the low-hanging cloud cover.]

[The Time Compression distortion above Tears Point lanced into the sky past the clouds, a mighty finger of warped light that stood literal miles high. At its base, Tears Point faded in and out of view like a mirage.]

[The Ragnarok and the Chaotix docked with Balamb as the academy shuddered to a halt just outside of the projected worst-case scenario blast. Already loaded with supplies and ready for transport, the two airships held motionless just long enough for the combatants to board before lifting off, as the first rays of dawn ran across their hulls.

[Visible to the south, on the opposite side, three other airships raced to Tears Point: two literal sailing ships with propellers in place of sails, and one mighty large enough to engulf the other two a dozen times over. They landed in formation, and the army of Sol Invictus -- not just foot soldiers, but mighty vehicles and weapons of war -- emerged from its depths to form lines.]

[Not intentionally, but simply as a matter of the ebb and flow of the tides of war, Balamb Garden and Sol Invictus struck at the same time.]

[At first it was to no avail: the machinery of Tears Point, meant to repel the Lunatic Pandora, had been resurrected and repurposed; the mighty field they formed served as a mighty wall, repelling all efforts to breach it. But as Lunatic Pandora had ultimately overwhelmed it, so too did the field seem vulnerable to the massed might of its foes. From the SeeDs, blows, spells, and an abundance of rockets smashed into the field, weakening it with each impact, while on the other side Sol Invictus unleashed an astonishing fusillade of technological and magical might of their own. The generators whined and hummed in furious protests, their engines straining to counteract the onslaught. A couple of ranks in, the first machine to fail popped in brilliant flare of light, electricity arcing across its neighbors and smoldering metal shotgunning outwards.]

[As if signaled, a wave of monsters -- almost literally, the way they surged outwards between the protective devices -- passed through the one-way field effortlessly, smashing into the assembled lines. Though numerous, they were comparatively week; the might of Sol Invictus, and the training and discipline of the SeeDs and cadets, met their attack and repelled it with minimal loss. The monsters, however, seemed endless. Time Compression continued to surge and write, depositing wave after wave of foes to harry and harass those who opposed the Time Compression Mage's ultimate goal, and though those monsters could not dispatch his enemies, they accomplished their purpose nonetheless.]

[The great Time Compression Distortion abruptly shuddered, then without warning, disgorged a massive shape all at once, more like that great form had always been there than as if it had in some sense emerged from the distortion. Three miles tall, one and half wide; a gargantuan metal structure than shone as if with veins of light, almost obscuring the symbol of Esthar on its side.]

[Lunatic Pandora.]

[At once, the field machines short-circuit in a pyrotechnical display that would have been awe-inspiring if not for the appearance of the Lunatic Pandora itself. The sudden shift of tidal forces was gut-wrenching, enough to drive weaker people to their knees from vertigo and nausea. In the sky above, the new moon burned a brilliant red, a long finger stretching from its surface towards the earth.]

[The field is down, but the monsters continue to surge forwards. Somewhere inside, the Time Compression Mage harnesses the massive tidal forces generated by the Crystal Pillar for his own ends. An army with a common goal fights on the opposite side of the pillar, but is the enemy of your enemy your friend?]

[The Lunar cry has begun.]

[OOC: Post to the threads below, or start your own if you have a scene you wish to do. There is no tagging order; respond as you see fit. Mod tags may come at any time. You may also NPC monsters or encounters yourselves if you desire. If you are specifically requesting a mod tag, please put some indication in the subject line of your comment. The OOC planning post is here!]
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[personal profile] youngnobelman
Please report to the infirmary if you are:
  • a Battlefield Medicine and/or Recovery Para-Magic specialist (SeeD or Cadet)
  • a cadet who has not yet passed PMGF 101
  • someone with off-world healing abilities

    In preparation for the battle, I wish to create small medical response teams which can work out of rooms other than the infirmary, decentralizing treatment so that a single strike to the infirmary won't take out the entire medical staff. These teams will be led by SeeDs or senior cadets. Basic first aid training is available for those who have not taken REC 101, or those who need a refresher.

    Touma H. Norstein

  • [The infirmary is a flurry of activity. There's a huge pile of medical supplies (bandages, Potions, status restorers, etc) on one table, which Gaomon is sorting into smaller piles according to a list in one gloved paw. Touma has a pile of Magic Stones and Pieces thereof before him, which is steadily diminishing as he refines them into spells.]
    eggplantallergy: (Gakupo: *stares*)
    [personal profile] eggplantallergy

    If you're still interested, I have those concert tickers for Sadie Pang! If you want them, please say so! They look like they'll be good seats!



    [Meanwhile, Gakupo is listening to music on his laptop in the quad, thanks to the music player he got from Time Compression. It seems like it's cycling through a playlist, but if anyone listens carefully, one could tell that it's him singing. He also has a pad out and a pencil, jotting down notes feverishly. There's quite a pile of papers held down by a canteen of water so they won't blow away.]
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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 Ballroom cheerily decorated 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 Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

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

    [After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building. In the second floor ballroom, the Headmaster, Garden faculty, and even some of the instructors are present, so troublemakers are free to roam until 2400. Caterers roam, offering drinks and refreshments to the party goers; a stationary stand for punch and food is also offered. Unfamiliar people can be seen speaking with staff and amongst themselves - potential clients, perhaps?]

    (Mod note: You may participate in the dance in comments to this post, or opt to make your own new post or log.

    The dance is not mandatory (though it is strongly recommended that newly graduated SeeDs attend), so students that choose not to attend won't be punished.

    Newly graduated SeeDs are required to wear their uniforms. Otherwise, the occasion is black tie. All inhabitants of Garden are welcome to the festivities.

    Should players have any questions left unanswered, feel free to ping the mods via PM.)
    eggplantallergy: (Gakupo: good times)
    [personal profile] eggplantallergy
    You know, this is the first time I'll actually get an opportunity to attend a concert in this world! Is anyone else thinking of attending one of her concerts? If there is interest, please let me know, as I plan to get tickets very soon! Maybe we can get a group discount?

    Also, does anyone have some extra mittens or gloves? Sticking my hands into my pockets isn't really working for me. I'm willing to do a reasonable trade for the gloves! I've gotten gloves, but if anyone needs assistance with something, then please let me know!

    SeeD #28262
    bunnypassingby: (they accidentally got him in the shot)
    [personal profile] bunnypassingby
    Does anyone know how to train a chocobo or any similar big birds to take a rider? We took PET 101 together so she's pretty good about most commands, but she wouldn't let me on for Wishing Star so we never really got to work on riding.

    I guess I should have asked at the chocobo ranch back on Balamb continent, but I never really thought about riding her until we got here.

    - Mikuru

    [Out by the front gates is Mikuru, wrapped in a hundred layers and holding out some Gysahl Greens in her mittened hands to Yuko, the two-year-old and thus almost fully grown chocobo.]

    Lie down! [The chocobo lies down accordingly.] Good girl! Now, stay...

    [Mikuru walks backwards slowly to the chocobo's side. As she gets close enough to mount, Yuko stands abruptly and darts off. Perhaps into your character's way?]

    Yuko, no!
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    [personal profile] fotlenke
    I have returned from another bountiful battle upon the island and request your immediate attention.
    -Sigyn Freyasdotter
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    [personal profile] wrnpcs
    [0900 hours. Whether the weekend was spent in anticipation, terror, dread, or fury, the time has come. The Ragnarok docked at the observation deck on the second floor, ramp extended to admit those brave few who dared to volunteer on the first day, as well as the SeeDs and Instructors charged with keeping them from death, and the recovery and medicine specialists to restore them to health.]

    [For the next three weeks, life would be rough for Garden's inhabitants.]

    [[OOC: Use this thread or make your own for parties and fights on the Island Closest to Heaven! If you'd like a mod to NPC some monsters for you, please put your request on the OOC planning post or PM the mod account. When your party needs a rescue from a senior SeeD, that request can go on the OOC post as well!]]

    [[Game on!]]
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    [personal profile] fierybluebird
    To all cadets going on the Heaven mission, and any SeeDs helping out on it:

    I'd like a role call in order to assess team lineup. For cadets we seem to have more healing specialists than previously believed. I know at least three have spoken up, and I know of at least one GF specialist. [That's not even an official thing, but fight him, he's hoping that other cadets will step forward to brag about their own GF skills.] However most of our straight forward fighters seem to have either graduated or they're holding their tongues, so I'd like to see who else qualifies in that respect. Likewise paramagic or anything else, thank you.

    On a purely conversational note, have any of you done anything like this before or do you all come from worlds more peaceful than this?

    Thanks for your time and attention,
    Marco ID #52133
    SeeD Rank 9

    [Truthfully Marco is aware of those who have declared their specialties, however, he knows a lot of the kids haven't declared it yet, and more importantly, he's hoping to get them excited about the prospect and eager to prove and establish themselves rather than just be afraid.]

    [For anyone looking for him, Marco will generally be outside around the Quad whistling to some birds, but he also discreetly patrols the Training Center hoping that a bunch of the kids will try to get in some last minute training, and this way he can keep an eye on them so they don't burn out. And for his own peace of mind, he's busy practicing free falls and backflips. It's been a long time since he fought something he would consider truly challenging, and if anything, he knows he needs to practice his own restraint. It's the kids' chance to fight, he's just going to be flying in and taking out anyone too close to dying. Feel free to catch him singing with the birds or while doing a few backflips, he wouldn't mind some company at all.]
    hispeedchase: (This thing on?)
    [personal profile] hispeedchase

    Anyone want to go out on a suicide mission with me?

    SeeD ID#73197 Para-Magic Weapon Specialist Operative, Firearms Platoon and Magic Operative, Attack Platoon, Level 3

    P.S. Still did nothing Tattler worthy. Man this sucks.


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