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Shooting Booth

"The rules are pretty simple." The attendant explained as she handed the pistol to Amy." Hit the targets to earn points, each target is worth a different number of points depending on colour..." She then gestured to a laminated chart outlining the points each colour was worth. "The darts will stick to the target, and we use that to add up the score. If it's high enough, you win a prize."

"Anyway, that's all there really is to it." She said, before stepping to the side. "You can start whenever you're ready."

edited 15th Apr '15 8:53:43 PM by svenorzokarkoff

"Hey!" Dian shouted, seeing the group in front of them.

Marlet

"To doubt requires thought, Lily. Since we've proven you're no good at that why don't you avoid doubt as well." Scarlet replied airily, still pulling him along. "Stick to something you're good at, like...taking illicit photos of the Queen. You have taken illicit photos of the Queen right?"

Now We Timeskiiiip!

Monday, Tempestas 16, Outside Grimm Studies Classroom, 10:57 AM

Relena Hope Vale was in a terrible mood. Her date...had been completely ruined. Stupid Nat. Stupid Ullioc.

Hate. Hate. Hate.

She stood outside the classroom, fuming and glaring at anyone who dared approach her.

They were waiting for their teacher to unlock the room and start the class.

....Another thing that made her annoyed was that Maren dropped out. She really liked that bookworm, and she wasn't happy seeing them go. A new kid was supposed to arrive today, but she hadn't seen them yet.

Hopefully, they wouldn't be obnoxious.

Enter Sparty.

Monday, Tempestas 16

Beacon Academy

You fucking what?

Samuel Forrest took one moment out of his busy day to stare at his Scroll in utter disbelief of what he was seeing on-screen. The dude had been a little late to Beacon even though he'd been in a rush, entirely because his Scroll decided to auto-update just before the alarm to get up went off. The green mohawk that lay atop his head was slightly unkempt because, but he really didn't pay it much mind. Other things were more important right now.

The man had a rather intimidating posture - raised, widened shoulders, standing up straight, head tucked slightly in - carefully calculated to ensure that anyone who would try to fuck him up would think twice about attempting an engagement. He was wearing his lightweight combat vest - though not because he thought it looked cool. It was because it wouldn't fit into his backpack and he had to bring it somehow. The thing was pretty damn heavy for a "lightweight" vest, anyhow - he idly wondered how someone could get away with calling it that. His clothing was relatively nondescript, his backpack was fairly heavy (but he carried it like a champ), and two small black boxes that looked something like futuristic briefcases rested at his hips. His scarf billowed in the wind that may or may not have been there.

The man did not look happy. He was not happy.

Not for the reason you'd expect.

I don't know why I let you update, you piece of shit, but it was a mistake. This is the third time today you've told me to walk through a building to get to my dorm. Jeez, as soon as I get settled in I'm downloading the third-party map app that you used to support before you decided "nah, we can do better". Newsflash: you can't.

He sighed, looked up at the building with misaimed contempt, and then attempted to figure out another way around, somewhat ignorant of anyone that may be around him.

edited 19th Apr '15 6:15:54 AM by SpartyMcFly

Grimm Studies

Ao sat straight backed in her seat, with her various utensils arranged neatly in front of her, she was the picture of a perfect student;. But something was her today. That something was Relena, seeing her like that genuinely angry honestly disconcerted Ao, but what could she say?

Monday, Time-Skipped And On The Way.

...To be perfectly honest, Croire hadn't had the best of nights. That whole parade, the Queen and sort of 'chaos' which followed meant the chance to talk to Ao went out the window. Mefus ended up vanishing and Diana...well, her being shy and stuttering meant by the time they could go on another ride or anything else, they all had to head back to the Academy.

...at least it could've been worse...

Leaning against the wall and trying to nap, James hugged his backpack and books to his chest, quietly glancing at everyone else and trying not to draw too much attention.

Monday

Having an odd feeling that Grimm Studies was going to be running a wee bit late (judging by accounts of what his da had told him about his time at the school), Connor took the long route to the class by way of stopping for a few minutes to go through a few forms with Warden.

As he finally made his way toward the classroom, Connor spotted Samuel. Calling out to the young man, Connor said "You lost?"

Timeskip, ho!

Unlike most other students, Quartz had a pretty uneventful day, not that he really minded; That whole Lover's Day thing was a bit confusing to him, and it's not like he had a date to begin with.

That said, he had woken up early today for some morning exercise, and perhaps to smoke on the roof while everyone was still asleep, and joined up with them just now, cheerfully waving to everyone near the classroom before pausing for a second as he noticed Lena, coyly approaching her.

"Um, is there thing I can help with?"

I hate Mondays.

Sam heard a voice call out to him - something that broke him out of his reveille of "trying to figure out where this damn Scroll wants me to go". Looking up, he spotted Connor and his mind finally processed the two-word message it was given.

He knows what's up. I should totes follow this guy.

Sam immediately implemented the course change and began vectoring towards Connor, responding with a clipped "Yeah." He immediately continued, holding up his Scroll for emphasis; "This thing's busted. Scroll Maps ain't worth the circuitry it's coded on. I mean, I took a look at the rest of Vale and it says one of the harbour roads goes across the harbor."

Today's a Bad Day

Despite his best efforts, Lena remained angry through the rest of the Lover's Day, much to Raggy's sadness that he proved both incapable of providing her enough fun on a date and incapable of defending the date in question from the two mischief makers that... well, he wasn't quite sure why they did that.

...he had to talk with Nat. He was pretty certain that Ullioc was just roped into it or otherwise went along with it out of apathetic boredom, but she had an active reason in ruining Lena's fun. But why?

He waited by DRQN's room, out of sight until sure that Lena is out of the nearest vicinity. Since Tasha wasn't yet by the classroom he figured out that she still had to be inside.

Slowly, he peeked inside. "Er, hello?" He announced his presence, looking out for the troublesome movie maker. He didn't see Dian leaving, but hopefully that would not prove to be an issue. They still had a couple of minutes before the classes began so he had some time to question Nat a bit. "Is Tasha 'round?"

Grimm Studies

Selene was smiling despite her friend's foul mood. Apparently some bad shit had happened during her date. But Selene had had a pretty nice day, hanging with Ava and Johann.

"Uuuuuugh when is the teacher going to get here!?" She asked as she dropped to the ground in frustration. "Harumph."

Grimm Studies

Tezca was standing outside the classroom with the others, waiting for the teacher to unlock the doors. His morning had been uneventful, and he was curious to see what Grimm Studies would be like.

Grimm Studies

Iris on the other hand was feeling quite happy since Lover's Day. Now that Morgan was her girlfriend, she felt at ease and relaxed even more around her. She too was waiting outside the classroom, standing next to her partner/girlfriend with her Scroll in hand.

"R-ready for class, Morgan...?", she asked.

edited 19th Apr '15 9:50:54 AM by TheHailStormer

Connor nodded in response to Samuel "See, that's why I dinnae use any o' this fancy technology. Too unreliable, y'ken?"

"Where're you headed? Might be able tae point you in the right direction."

Monday, Bloody Monday

"Ain't that right, huh? Technology; it's awesome, except when it doesn't work, which is a lot."

He seemed to relax; he kept himself stood straight but his shoulders dropped. He seemingly felt safe enough to not have to look edgy any more. "Uh... I'm trying to head to my dormitory, but I think there might be class going on right now, too. So I guess wherever I'm supposed to be going right now." He seemed awfully noncommittal about where to go - he was just happy he had someone to act as a tour guide.

Monday

Suzunue kinda stood there behind Conner and Sam, a blank look on her face as they discussed technology.

Monday

"Oh, you're that new lad what was supposed tae be arrivin' today!" Responded Connor, finally figuring out just why Samuel was there "I ken that a class is supposed tae be startin' sometime soon, but I dinnae ken when the teacher's supposed tae arrive. I can prolly get you tae the dorm an' back in time if you want tae drop your gear off."

edited 19th Apr '15 10:55:02 AM by Eachiunn

Something Witty Involving Monday

Samuel nodded. "Yep. I'm the FNG. Hopefully I don't mess up too much on the first day, ah?"

At the offer of getting him to his dorm and back, Sam nodded again, more feverishly. "Man, I'd owe you if you did. This 'lightweight'", he spent no expense airquoting it, "ballistic vest is heavy as shit. And sweaty as shit. And not at all stylish. Any excuse for me to take it off is welcome."

Of course, he then turned around and noted Suzunue. He waved, a smile on his face.

Flashback

Amy nods and readies her aim, she quickly and accurately aims at the targets of the most valuable color.

edited 19th Apr '15 11:14:43 AM by RhymeBeat

Missing Teacher

Iris then saw that Morgan seemed to be zoning out again. She noticed that her partner had been doing that a lot since Lover's Day. It worried her a bit, but she just assumed it was something that was normal for Morgan to do. Iris then looked around at everyone else that was waiting by the door.

"S-so...where's the p-professor...?", she asked, "Shouldn't he b-be here by n-now? It's almost t-time for class..."

Now That You Mention It, It IS Monday Over Here.

Croire slowly opened his eyes to find he wasn't where he thought he was. Instead of the hallway, there was nothing but an endless void stretching out in all directions as the human remained seated on a chair, glancing down at the 'floor'.

"...this place again...?" He murmured, not bothering to adjust his glasses as he continued to try and figure out what exactly was going on, yet he seemed to be stuck to the chair.

A slight reprieve from reality and actual dreams is better than nothing at all, don't you agree? Of course, if you would rather return...all you need to do is walk through this door. A voice quietly echoed as a door slowly appeared out of the shadows. But you should probably rest, no need to wake up just yet.

...Racing for the door and swinging it open, hoping to wake up, only to find a mirror instead. Freezing for a few moments and doing his best to look away, the distant echo of a door being slammed shut brought the youth back to reality and waiting for the class to begin, anxiously glancing around in a panic, very much alert and awake now.

edited 19th Apr '15 6:15:13 PM by TheRealWren

Lena looked like she was going to murder someone. She looked at Quartz with her best "don't-talk-to-me" scowl.

"I'm fine." Lena snarled. She was definitely not fine. And that sounded more like a threat of bodily harm than anything else.

"Q. I would like to be left alone with my anger and hatred. I might bite your face off."

Beacon Library

Halle had a million reasons to be disappointed in Maren. All the hurt, all the broken trust. She thought Maren was different like her, maybe not outwardly but at least strange and queer in a way that would have fostered some understanding.

After the fourth try at writing some kind of goodbye letter the robot tore up the entire sheaf of paper she'd been working on and threw it in the garbage. Dad had never really taught her about how to handle relationships like this; 30, 40 years old, and the grown man had never really had a bad breakup. Then again, as far as she knew nothing bad had ever happened to him. Except for losing his arms. And legs. And jaw. But those parts would also just get spun into some kind of blessing. This optimism had the unfortunate side-effect of crippling Halle in this time of grief.

She decided to text Maren's replacement. Maybe he could replace Maren in multiple ways. Hey there. I'm your partner here at Beacon, my name's Halle Wulfen. Halle picked up the rest of her things and headed for Grimm Studies. You'll probably be seeing by classmates soon, they're all in the same class. Sorry I couldn't meet up with you in person yet. I was busy. Halle took out her Scroll and began snapping multiple selfies as she moved across the campus, trying multiple angles, exposures, and light conditions with mechanical precision and speed. Just so you aren't freaked out, I am the other Robot Girl on campus. You've probably met Suzune already. Here's a picture of me. Halle sent what she thought was a flattering picture of herself: angled down onto her, with her eyes looking up into the lens. The light shone from behind the camera, illuminating her front plate with fairly regular levels.

Dian walked in, her hair mussed up and her clothes messily thrown on, she walked in, holding a pair of slippers in her hands. She refused to wear stockings. "So, how was your lover day Princess?" She asked Alexia.