[Private to Hiling]

Hiling! It's Jennifer. Sorry for calling out of the blue, but I've been so busy and I didn't want to leave you hanging over our girl's night out!

I do have a faculty meeting to attend early this afternoon but I'm pretty much free after that if you'd like to go shopping or we could catch a movie instead... [what was even showing?] And then I was thinking we could head back to my house after we're done and make something simple for dinner and desert after that!

EVE's coming over for dinner, too if you don't mind, but if today's no good, I'm free tomorrow~

[She'll clear everything off her plate to make it happen too if she must!]

[ Lavi's sitting out by the tree again, still covered in a smattering of bandages and flipping through Leviathan and making notes and doodles on some scrap paper, waiting for class to start. He's also mentally reviewing what they covered on days 72 and 74 -- the alphabet (capital and lowercase), numbers 1-10, pronunciation, and then skipped to verbal introductions, names, places, favorite things and "what is this?"/"what is this in English?" -- he hopes skipping four days hasn't completely wrecked things. It's only been four days.

Maybe today they'd cover food. Or maybe homonyms, homographs and homophones. That could be fun. ]



((ooc: Students welcome to threadjack any "During Class" thread. :D

First class was on day 72, and because of the GIR event, there wasn't class on day 73, but there was one on day 74. :3 English classes will run on days ending in 4s and 8s, around 11:00am. Feel free to have your kids have forgotten everything, given the excitement. Or remember everything! He kept it pretty basic, if somewhat random. It has not yet occurred to him to come up with lesson plans. XD;;;))

[In the morning... He's just woken up, showered, and is feeling kind of -- partly refreshed, partly strange. Yesterday was productive, and an experience, and -- well. He's just loitering in the HQ. Business to take care of...]


[private // Sakura, Suzaku]
Hey! Got a second to spare? I wanted to talk to you.

[The meeting hall of the educational center has been prepared. There is a large, oval table with enough comfortable chairs for everyone in the center of the room. There is also a smaller table ready for food and drink to be served and an open area for the musical performance later.

Euphie hopes this will be an inviting atmosphere for people to share their thoughts on the school.]


(OOC: Event-style commenting. Wait for headers. Memo for reference.)

[Living with Sakamoto had its ups and downs. It meant constant company, but it also meant dealing with a drunkard have of the time and even Ashura could become tired of laughter. But getting back to the drunkard part. Having someone who loved his drink so much meant that some mornings came with hangovers on Sakamoto's part, and being a good roommate it meant Ashura cooked him a meal and some tea to help with it, though he was never sure if they had any effect.

It also meant to mouths to feed, and more groceries. So he's out at the little convenience market, picking up food and drink items. And it is this image that people will be greeted to as Ashura comes online.]

Does anyone have any suggestions for remedies for hangovers?

[ beeep beep beep... someone's fiddling with the microwave. ]

Hey, I've... got something I've been meaning to ask you. [ only slightly distracted sounding. ]

[ Chuck's standing in front of a table. On the table are three boxes. In the first box, there are bags with paintball "markers" (guns) and ammunition. In the second box are goggles. On the third, there are thinly padded helmets and chest pieces, all in black. Chuck is wearing all the gear, but his headgear has a little white flag attached to it. ]

Okay! [ Very excited. Sort of looks like a spaniel puppy who has to go to the bathroom. ] Thanks, everybody, for coming out. [ Waves! ]

I'm Chuck, and I'm going to be your ref. Behind me -- [ Indicates the fields behind him that are littered with hay bales of various sizes and heights. Both fields have been set up into one large play area. ] -- is our game field. The boundaries are the white lines along the perimeter. If anyone just wants to watch, they can sit in the bleachers.

[ Rubs his hands together. Sort of nervous now, but hey, still soldiering on. ]

Here's how we're going to do this. Everybody get in line and come up. You give me your name, I'll put it down and then I'll give you your marker and ammo, and you can pick out your gear. Everybody has to wear the headgear and goggles. The chest piece is optional. Once everybody has their stuff, we'll play.

I just have a few rules. First, no head or face shots. I mean it. [ Srs face. ] Second, no shooting someone more than once per encounter. And third, no attacking with anything other than a paintball. The markers can't be modified, and you can't hit someone with your marker.

I've got white paint. I'm the only person. If I see you someone breaking a rule, they're going to get hit with white paint. That person has to sit out on the bleachers for ten minutes. If I catch them more than once, they can't play anymore. Also... no shooting the ref.

No teams, and we'll count the hits at the end of the hour. Whoever wins gets... ah... the pleasure of bragging rights. [ Ehehehe. ] After, party at the club.

Okay, let's go!

((ooc: Event style tagging under the headers. Threadjacks are encouraged. People can skip the sign-up process and/or mingle pre-game, or just go straight to playing. More details here. :D))

[Video - Closed to Lyle Dylandy and Tieria Erde - After Paintball and the Staff Meeting]

[Setsuna turns on his communicator to the video function, sending a request to Lyle to link up, and a smaller one to Tieria to alert him to the conversation if he wanted to get in on it, though he was unsure if the other would want to be in on this or not. He and Lyle had agreed to talk now, though Setsuna was still sore from paintball. He's got a few big splashes of color on his body and no doubt some bruises, but it had been worth it.

Now he was just waiting for Lyle to appear on screen as he sat out by the beach, tucked away from notice, but not yet wanting to go back to the apartment.]