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April 24th,
2008 5:34 pm
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WHO: Squall and Quistis.
WHAT: An evening meeting.
WHEN: Backdated to just after this.
WHERE: Quistis's classroom, Balamb Gardens.
Status: In progress.
( Right on time as always. )
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April 18th,
2008 11:03 pm
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TO: all@b.garden.edu, all@g.garden.edu, all@t.garden.edu
FROM: c.kramer@b.garden.edu
SUBJECT: Important announcement!
Good afternoon, students! I hope the spring term is treating you well so far.
I've a matter of some importance of which to inform you all, so I suppose I'll get right to it. Unfortunately, due to the recent terrorist attacks in Midgar, Garden has decided to push forward your SeeD exams. I'm afraid the reasons will have to remain under wraps for now, but suffice it to say, it's for your own safety. As such, SeeD cadets, please be prepared for your exams the weekend of the 26th of this month. I know it's a little short notice, but again--for your own good!
In other news, the Balamb Garden cafeteria is also doing a fundraiser to support a new and improved recipe for their hot dogs--so please donate! We all know how fond you are of them.
Good luck to all those testing.
- Cid Kramer
Headmaster, Balamb Garden
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| [text message] Reno and Rude |
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April 14th,
2008 10:12 pm
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gld scr fri? big chcbo rce, trpl trid etc. booze. y/y?
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April 13th,
2008 11:32 pm
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Midgar was a huge metropolis that was unlike anywhere else on the entire planet. Nowhere else was the city built up so high so as to nearly blot out the sun. It had an eery darkness filled with artificial life. It'd almost be beautiful to someone that appreciated machina if the people in the city closer to Gaia didn't live in such terrible conditions.
The people that lived in the city all their lives seemed to have adapted to the environment and don't think anything of it, but an outsider like Gippal of the Al Bhed couldn't help but feel out of sorts in this place. He was used to the bright sun and hot sand of the Bikanel Desert. There was no touching the diversity of Midgar's wide swath of various cultures, though. It almost made up for the city itself, almost.
Gippal made it a point to explore the city life. It was almost a hobby of his, meeting people and getting right in there and living it up like they did. He was a very sociable guy and loved hanging out with new people. So once he heard about a new spot to go kick it, he jumped at the chance. Gippal walked into the Seventh Heaven, and scanned over the bar really quick to get an impression of whether or not this was a place he'd like to stay. Travelling as much as he did, he learned to quickly tell a good place from a bad place. This one seemed like one of the good ones. It was actually clean and even though there were motorcycles parked in back, he didn't notice anyone with spiked collars anywhere. The hot brunette working the bar didn't hurt one bit.
"Hellooooo Seventh Heaven." With a grin on his face he walked up to the bar to make a drink order. Maybe get some flirting on while he's at it.
(open to any and all denizens of seventh heaven)
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April 9th,
2008 2:52 pm
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WHO: Cloud and Aerith
WHAT: First meeting!
WHEN: Just after the bombing
WHERE: Midgar Square
Status: Complete
( What a day. )
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March 23rd,
2008 2:37 pm
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[Backdated to 6:42 am yesterday. There is a distinct sound of shuffling in the background.]
Hey. It's Reno. Yeah, yeah, I checked my mail. What do you want me to do about it?
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March 23rd,
2008 7:59 am
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Gau had not been expecting the explosion. Not like anyone was really expecting it (coughAVALANCHEcough), but he'd never been around anything that had done something like that before. His area of the mountains that he'd previously resided in didn't have volcanoes or earthquakes, and of course he'd never been exposed to explosions via television, movies, or books before. He had, quite honestly, thought that the world was ending when it had all gone down. ...Not that he could actually conceptualize an idea like that, but if he could, then that would have been first on his mind. As it was, he'd gone into a Gau-version of battening down the hatches, gathering up everything that he could carry in the ratty old rucksack that he'd found (read: taken from) somewhere, and hightailed it to lower ground.
Which was why he was now in the process of moving back to the broken down upper loft of the abandoned building that he had made his home a few weeks after first arriving in Midgar. The big people-things didn't seem on the whole interested in much climbing, and that was precisely what one had to do if they wanted to get up to Gau's little nest. From the outside the place didn't seem much like anywhere a normal person would be anyway, and so he didn't have much company. Which was just the way that he liked it. He was curious about these things that looked like him, but he'd seen enough of them that he didn't trust them, and didn't want them near his things, certainly.
SPEAKING OF, he was currently in the process of expanding his treasure-trove, as one of the great things about the previously-frightening explosion was that it had strewn lots of excellent doodads and whatsits around for him to grab up. He was pretty good at getting in and out of places without being spotted, too. Granted, one of the clean-up crew had seen him go into the closed-off area and had tried to stop him, but Gau had hopped around like a miniature boxer, CHI-CHI-CHI-ing at him with his metaphorical fur all poofed out, and the man had thought it was some kind of a demon and vamoosed. Sucker knew better than to write checks his ass couldn't cash!
He was headed back to his temporary home now, bag semi-full with things that he'd found, including a nice green treasure chest with shinies inside of it that he'd taken from someplace the day before. He looked a bit odd, moving through the streets; he was sticking to alleys and shadows, granted, but that didn't really help when his mass could be spotted; he was dirt-covered, body mostly disguised by bits of old fur and a completely random assortment of actual clothing pieces that he'd taken. No shoes, of course. Plus he was moving on all fours, but hey. Even with a plan already in mind, his eyes remained keen, on the lookout for anything he might take -- like hey, that apple from the vendor's shelf; a quick hand darted out to take it as he snuck by unnoticed. Yay, dinner! He took a big, messy bite of it before making a face and spitting it out, throwing the apple away without regard to if it might hit someone. Gross.
(Open to Rikku)
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| [VOICEMAIL] Reno |
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March 22nd,
2008 12:10 pm
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5:21 am
I don't care if you were off duty or not last night, you need to check your email.
See me first thing when you get in this morning.
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March 21st,
2008 12:44 am
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TO: [user]7thheaven
FROM: [user]cstrife
SUBJECT: Want Ad
Ex-SOLDIER. Qualified enough?
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March 21st,
2008 1:35 am
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TO: Interdepartmental Heads.
CC: Investigative Division of the General Affairs Department.
FROM: (Name Withheld)
SUBJECT: (no subject)
New information regarding vigilantes suggests possible threat in lower sectors. Investigate with circumspection, with attention paid to Sectors 5, 6, and 7. Report confirmation or otherwise immediately.
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