[ Tseng just really isn't comfortable with all of this. He would say that world-hopping makes him cranky, but he hasn't really done it enough to set a trend. Yet. Gaea, he hopes this won't be a recurring... after all, and it would help to know where he's going. That and staring in the direction of a board looks much better than staring into space while he waits for all of this to catch up with him.

[Now that the club has been established, Aerith worked tirelessly to post up as many fliers as possible about the brand new Cooking Club . If this club was going to work, then she would have to work...she stared at the plain white & black clock upon the wall.] Who could deny a sweet tooth anyways? [ooc: this is another mingle comment spam! have your characters show up at the cafeteria~]

Characters: Reno and Cissnei Location: Training Center Rating: PG13? Will keep this updated as needed. o9 Open/Closed/Finished: Closed and In Progress! Summary: Cissnei needs to blow off some... Entering the Training Center with the familiar and long-missed dance of energy inside her, she looks about for her fellow Turk. Good old Reno. She could always count on him to back her up. ] 

Characters: Bulla and Sephiroth Location: Training center Rating: PG Open/Closed/Finished: Ongoing, semi-open (ask before joining, please) Summary: A brief meeting in the training center (no...to the decimation of the training center's T-rexaur population, Bulla was targeting grats. It wasn't that they were challenging, so much as she was trying to see how far she could launch them.

[Bulla's voice sounds a little strained, but she feels she ought to offer her help in case it's needed. Times like this make her wish her family and friends from back home were around but since they're... she didn't go out looking for people around the Garden and is still staying put in the infirmary. She didn't promise not to help at all, though. She is, however, omitting that 'minor concussion' detail.

[ Groans. Owwww, his ego. Reno peels himself off the pavement of his favorite hangout--the parking lot--and HOLY SHIT. Another two inches that way and that overturned minivan would've made him history...himself off, he makes a grab for his nightstick and then does a lap around the parking lot to see if anyone else was in this deathtrap. ] Yo, anyone there? Say somethin' if you're dead, 'kay

[After spending about a few minutes or so gazing at the sea, Aerith decides to check up on a few friends. Those friends namely being Tifa and Cloud since she barely sees them around these days. However... Aerith takes moment to comment on their latest predicament.] We're floating! I didn't think the Garden was an airship! This is pretty cool, I bet if Cid was here he would be so impressed with it

[Xiaoyu is sitting on a bench in the courtyard, her shoulders slumped over slightly as she kicks her feet against the ground. She'd just received a brief introduction and sypnosis as to how and why she's...fidgeting around with it.] This is stupid . I just want to go home! [Her words are directed to nothing in particular, mostly the ground beneath her feet as she gives it another small kick.]

I know everyone's busy being huffy about the newsletter, but it's not all bad... Chocobo races, down in Balamb Town. I dunno about everyone else, but I'm starting to feel cramped in here. It's a good...to get outta the Garden, and a bunch of you still need to learn what chocobos are, right? ... and about that job at the stables. It should be possible to work and study, shouldn't it? — Cloud

Character(s) : Aerith Gainsborough & Celty Location : The Quad, Balamb Garden Rating : PG Open/Closed/Finished : Closed, in-progress Summary : The Cooking Club needs at least one good chef!...already. “Hm, now where is she…” she whispered softly as she eyed the fountain nearby. Walking around it towards the other end, the flower girl spotted someone there. “Hello!” she waved at them.