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(ooc: pink = Alana, blue = Aladdin)
[The camera clicks on with a thumping noise. The most clearly visible thing is a perfume bottle resting on the end of Alana's communicator - the entire reason the communicator turned on by accident in the first place. A little further away, Alana is rubbing her arm.]
Ow, that corner is sharp!
[She takes a couple of steps off to the side, leaving Aladdin in plain view with a white pasty mask on and cucumber slices over his eyes. He lifts up a piece of cucumber to eye the bottle warily.]
I don't have to wear the perfume too, do I? I think the mask is enough.
... what are the cucumbers supposed to do again?
No, boys are supposed to wear cologne instead of perfume. The cucumbers are supposed to soothe your eyes and treat the skin on your eyelids.
[Alana pulls out a bottle of cologne and sprays Aladdin once with it - a light spray at the base of his neck. A little goes a long way, and she doesn't want Abu's sensitive nose to be overpowered.]
See? It smells nice.
[Nice or not, Aladdin gave a rather theatrical cough in response to the meagre spray of cologne.]
It could be worse. I don't think I'll make a habit of this, though.
[Just then, Alana goes to move the bottle of perfume that fell on her communicator's record button and realizes the communicator is on.]
Oops...this wasn't supposed to be on until the makeover was finished.
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 [Feel free to drop Lottie a line or a visit and sign up here! Flynn, if you don't, Lottie's going to hunt you down with bourbon.] | |
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Attention, erstwhile students!
I'd planned on offering a music appreciation course this fall, but I'd had some surprising interest in introducing it as a summer course! What do you think? We'd meet in the gardens, weather permitting, and I'd be introducing you to the joys of stringed instruments. Starting with the mandolin, of course.
/a playful strum and eyebrow waggle for the camera/
So? What do you think? | |
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/Alright, enough sitting around in his room and reveling in happy Tulio. Miguel had to get out and see to some Serious Miguel Business. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to do -- he still had a few issues with the way the whole thing had begun in the first place -- but that had nothing to do with poor Chel. And who else could she talk to about it? It had been a good bit since he'd checked in on how Chel was dealing with this whole "Tulio's forgotten everything relating to you" business, so he figured it was time he checked in on the lady. He slung his mandolin over one shoulder-- hey, the ladies always liked music-- and headed down the halls to her room./
/Of course, he gets distracted along the way-- feel free to pop in and be one of these distractions. Especially if you're a pretty lady. ;3/
/When he eventually got there, he knocked quietly on her door/ Chel? Cheeeeel? I can knock for a really, really long time, you know. | |
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[The comm clicks on to reveal a pair of angry purple eyes, slightly hidden behind blue bangs.
Yep, folks. It's Dory again.
And she knows how to use the comm!
Once she's certain it's on and working, she sets it down in front of her and folds her arms across her chest, fixing the lens with a critical look.]
So.
About those fish tacos in the cafeteria.
I say we ban them. Or... what's that thing where you refuse to buy something? We should do that.
As a very wise shark once told me: Fish are friends, not food.
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[The comm flicks on with relative ease this time, though the picture is a little shaky.]
Oh dear! Seems like prom's jus' 'round th'cornah, isn't it?
Dames, we bettah get hoppin' t'a it if we want t'be ready in time; th'manicures, th'pedicures, th'shoppin' and preppin', th'pickin' and choosin' of every l'il detail...
Men, you bettah get out there, rent your tuxes, buy your boutonnieres, get your shoes shined, and eithah find or confirm your dates! Oh, and get them flowahs! Girls love flowahs! And make th'dinnah reservations!
Jus'... jus' whatevah happens, nobody panic!
[But guess who's totally panicking? Only a week away, and still no date for herself (and no plan B, aka Moses, to turn to this time)! Not to mention special orders from New Orleans for the occasion have yet to ship in yet. It's no surprise Miss Party-Monger here is fretting already.
Which means desperate times call for desperate measures. Lottie quickly went through the list of men she knew in her head. Most of them were taken already, save for a handful of teachers, Vinny, John, Jim, Miguel, and Facilier.
The teachers were either much too old or much too... disagreeable. Vinny didn't seem like the type of fellow to, frankly, give a damn about going an event like prom... not to mention he can be fairly dry and uncle-ish. John was a little too new, and came off as a little too calm for her partying tastes. Jim didn't seem to care for social events. She figured Miguel would have his hands full with Tulio, and helping the poor fellow out with the memory loss thing. And there was no way in heaven or in hell Lottie would even consider Facilier as a choice.
Care to prove her wrong Jim?]
...Is anybody still free for that evenin' while I'm on th'subject?
[Eheh...
ooc: THE SLOWATUS IS A LIE. EXCEPT NOT.] - Tags:p: lottie, r: aladdin, r: alana, r: aqua, r: arista, r: chuckles, r: elizabeth swann, r: jane calvin, r: jim hawkins, r: milo thatch, r: nani, r: rapunzel
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[ Esme caught wind of Arista's last video, and could only hazard a guess as to why Quasi and Frollo wouldn't be answering her. She'd last seen Frollo in the chapel, but Quasi---he was still nowhere to be seen. ]
Arista?
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[Ariel's sitting in her room, staring at her hand. On her ring finger sat the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. She actually hadn't seen a lot of rings, but she was sure her's was the most beautiful. Her heart skipped a beat every time she sneaked a glance at it, her face heating up a little when she thought of what Eric had said to her. Taking a deep breath, she turned on her comm.]
[LOCKED TO ERIC & ANYBODY WHO USED TO BE A MERMAID. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. ♥]
Uh, guys? D'you think -- maybe we should -- [deep breath] I think we should go to Atlantica. The Mist just cleared and everybody is all safe and sound so...what do you think? [She looks down at her ring. Her voice lowers.] I really need to talk to Daddy.
[OOC: Action's opened to EVERYBODY, video is locked!] | |
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[Screen turns on. Insert very bored, very tiny Chel blowing on her nails. She just discovered this thing called nail polish that someone left in the lounge. Finders keepers and all that.]
These seems silly. A woman's hands are pretty enough without paint.
[She then grins at the camera.]
But I have seen some pretty gruesome fingernails here.
[She returns her focus back on her hands.]
This is a nice color though. Goes with everything. But then again - so would all these.
[Chel then backs up to reveal a whole row of varnish of different colors. Finders keepers, indeed.]
Judging by the.. weird mood around campus, I would say some of you ladies need a heart-to-heart. Or maybe just a fresh coat of paint.
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Miss Arista.
[The feed cuts on without warning, and Frollo speaks quickly and succinctly. The matter that follows is plainly not up for negotiation.]
Though I'm sure you have already attempted to contact him, I am expressly forbidding you from communicating or interacting with Quasimodo. I have reason to believe your influence has caused him to wander astray, an issue I plan to address swiftly and thoroughly without your interference.
I will not hesitate to take disciplinary action if you do not do as I say. | |
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[When last we saw Quasimodo, he was doing all right for himself. He'd attended classes, made friends, and was starting to come out of his shell.
Things have gone downhill since then.
Quasi's not in his room, or out on the roof, or any of his usual haunts. He hasn't answered his communicator since he disappeared two months ago.
But if you pass by Minister Frollo's office, you might hear a faint chanting. Most of it is Latin, as many prayers as a boy raised in a cathedral can remember, though every once in a while a non-Latin phrase slips through...]I am deformed, and I am ugly, and these are crimes for which the world shows little pity... ((ooc: Quasi's being punished for his actions in the Mist, among other things. Open to all, but good luck getting through Frollo's locks.)) | |
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Do you know what would be funny? If, when Tulio comes back, he's forgotten about Miguel.
Was I not supposed to say we've got a fresh batch of missing persons? Someone remind me to care. Goliath, that's your job, now. It'll be like nothing's changed for you.
...what else was I supposed to- ?
Something I didn't want to do- something about French, I said I could do it-
Oh, yes, reading lessons. There's a girl named Bonne somewhere I need to see. | |
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[Emperor Kuzco is Not Amused, that much is clear from the look on his face.]
Curfew again? I mean, I'm all for canceling classes, but--
This is just dumb.
At least the weather's good. I guess. | |
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[Ladies, you'll hear a knock at your door. It's a lazy rap of three, and leaning on your door frame will be this adolescent right here. He looks oddly like that little shit that had crowed the whole place awake not too long ago.
That would be because he is that boy. Peter Pan, a little more grown, a little more devilish.
When you open the door, he's got a cocksure grin on his face and a messy tousled head of red hair. His green eyes are honed on you, and in his hands, he's got two things: a fist full of flowers, and a daft set of fingers that's eagerly scooped your free hand into his.]
Hello you.
[Don't mind his lips on those knuckles for a second, his eyes never leaving your pretty face as he deftly dips to kiss them.]
Ever wanted to learn how to fly?
[Have a smirk and quick tug on that hands of yours. He's smiling like he's got the world planned for you and a few secrets up his sleeve. There's a glint of mischief, a besmirching of adventure in the way his face lights up at you.
Feeling like a little getaway?]
((ooc: This is OTA because... while Pan will be macking on all these ladies, the guys of D_A are surely welcome to come give him a mouthful, or potentially deck him if he gets to frisky. Or, for just talkin' to someone they've laid their claim on already. Regardless.... Pan is trouble today. A suddenly smokin' adolescent ready to make your spirits soar ladies~)) | |
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[this is mentally exhausting I don't even-
Remember that picnic she mentioned?
Well academy, here's a beaming, practically sparkling Astrid standing in the middle of the quad and staring straight into that comm. Ping! There goes your heart. No, not really.
Set up behind her was a few fold-out tables- the same ones used for that weapons club meeting a while ago- though there were now light purple sheets draped over them. A few blankets were scattered across the ground as well, and baskets were set down at random intervals.
Inside them? Wellll, let's just say that Astrid happens to have found a lot of enjoyment in cooking as of late.]
HI GUYSSSSSSS! [WAVEWAVEWAVENOTDROPPINGCOMM-] Get on over here, kay? It's gonna be so. much. fun.
((OOC: So in a moment I'm going to set up a "tables" tag, and a "blankets" tag. FEEL FREE TO THREADJACK AND MINGLE ALL OVER THIS PLACE, GUYS.)) | |
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[At first all you see is Flynn. He doesn't look too happy. He looks--- pretty irritated, actually. It's a kind of odd angle, and you can really only see part of his head.]
So. This is... not at all what I expected. Though I think I've learned a valuable lesson in drinking strange substances that I probably should've picked up on years ago.
But seriously, all fun aside -- and believe me, this is fun --
[He steps back, and you can now clearly see a plainly concerned Rapunzel standing very, very close together. In fact, they're holding hands. Flynn holds the hands up for the camera, and shakes them for good measure]
-- anyone know how to undo this? | |
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[Someone is struggling across the quad on very unsteady legs. It looks like, on the whole, he's got mastery of them, but no more than ten yards later his eyes widen as he wobbles, and he catches himself on a tree, hanging onto it for dear life like the ground might drop out from under him.
He's definitely a face you haven't seen around here before, but something about the way he glares and grits his teeth in frustration is familiar. He shakes back a mane of thick dark hair and tries to steady himself on his feet once more.] | |
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[Alana looks up hopefully at the camera. If there's anywhere in the world where this is a reasonable question, it's here at the Academy. Maybe she'll be able to work something out with someone. With luck, she won't have to explain the whole sea-witch dilemma while she's finding someone to teach her.]
Hi...I was just wondering if there was someone here who would be willing to teach me how to use magic? I've been studying from the Beginner Magic book from when the class was offered before, but I'm not very good. What I am good at is giving makeovers. I'm also organized and doing pretty well in my classes, so I'd be happy to try and help with other things. | |
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[In the dead of night, we grab some provisions... Miguel picks the lock on Tulio's door and creeps in. The communicator is on the nightstand, easy for Miguel to swipe and slip back out of the room, re-locking the door behind himself.. Tulio snores through the whole process.
Back in his own room, Miguel scrolls through the list of names, praying he doesn't accidentally call someone in the process. Seeing his own name at the top of the list marked "Favorite Contacts" makes him cringe. He makes note of the ones below it: Chel, Clopin, Ariel, Esmeralda, Mulan, Quasimodo, Elizabeth, Flynn, Rapunzel, Jasmine, Astrid... Was there anyone Tulio didn't know?
Miguel thinks it's only polite to wait until morning to start making calls. He considers going through the list, one by one, but he figures he'd be better off with a mass message. Besides, he doesn't seem to have "send a message to one person and one person only" down quite yet.
So at precisely nine-o'-clock the next morning, everyone (besides Tulio, who has no communicator) will receive the following video.]
¡Buenos días!
If everyone and anyone who knows Tulio could get in touch with me, that would be grand!
Thank you for your time.
[And with a bow, the feed cuts off.] - Tags:p: miguel, r: ariel, r: arista, r: clopin trouillefou, r: elizabeth swann, r: esmeralda, r: flynn rider, r: frollo, r: jasmine, r: lilo, r: lottie, r: mulan fa, r: rapunzel
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[There is a lioness looking at you. Unless you are familiar with a certain philosophy teacher, lions using communication devices might be a little unusual for you. Well, better get used to it, then.
Her tail is twitching, she seems a tad unsure of what to do or say. But the look in her eyes is determined and she sounds quite confident- though there is growl in her voice, as if angered by something. Better not ask how long it took her to get the comm to work. ]
My name is Zira. I am looking for someone. [Annoyance in there? Academy administration had not been helpful at all.]
He is a lion, so you might have recognized him when you saw him.
[Translating: ‘If you’re smart, you know whom I am searching for.’ At least that is what is sounded like. Isn’t she lovely? And even though she does not sound like it: help’s vastly appreciated.]
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Anyone supportive of fire dancing? Apparently I need permission if I am to practice with it in the middle of the night so, would anyone with some authority be willing to take a chance and support my little artistic expression?
You don't have to worry about being forced to be there and supervise. I can expect it to get boring after a while and I've had a lot of time to practice at being able to not get hurt by my own flames for it to not be an issue. | |
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[Key some fumbling - Jane is really not very good with all of this 'technology' mumbo-jumbo. Eventually the feed cuts on and you all get a lovely view of an eyeball.]
Bugger - is it on? I can't bloody--
[Feed cuts for a moment. Just blackness, until it switches back on and Jane looks smug.]
Aha! You might have won the first round, you foul contraption, but--oh, it is on, isn't it.
Ahaha - well! Good morning students and faculty - I simply wanted to remind everyone that's interested about my class - Introduction to Art. We'll be meeting in the art building - hm, of course, makes sense, silly me - and your very first assignment is due..
Oh, blast, hang on -
[She fumbles with some papers.]
Next Wednesday! We'll start with just an apple or an orange, all right?
Right!
Cheerio--!
[Cut! Jane can be found in the art building if anyone feels like seeking her out for whatever reason.] | |
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[Well, one Emperor is keeping himself busy. He's signed up for the stupidest, hardest-sounding class he's heard about here, and he's really not sure if he's doing it to prove a point or to mess with the teacher. He's also, of course - and much more importantly, in Kuzco's opinion - got the party to plan and all.
But for the moment he's just a tad distracted with his new film camera. In fact, today, he is all over the campus, looking for people or things to take pictures of. It's a little tricky since there's isn't too terribly much that he thinks will make a better subject than himself. But there's gotta be something worth taking a picture of, right?
So, wherever you are, there's a pretty decent change you've seen a certain little brat wandering about with a camera. Feel free to approach!] | |
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[So the Mist was had finally receded. Ariel is feeling a whole lot better - less weak, less frightened. For the most part, she's almost back to her old self. But one thing is still weighing on her mind: the trip she had been planning. To Atlantica. She isn't too sure that it's such a good idea anymore. And yet, she still had the vial of liquid that Mozenrath had given her in her pocket. She sighs and turns on her audio feed.]
[Audio locked to Arista and Alana.]
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[Lilo was unresponsive to the noise around her. The only way she could cope was to stay absolutely still and quiet, clinging to the bandanna that Jack had given her and the photoalbum she had brought with her.
She wasn't crying... but she wasn't talking either.
There were only a few people she wanted... absolutely wanted and needed to be with right now, and they weren't here with her.
She won't be talking... or doing much of anything at this moment. Not unless you happen to be colored blue, related to her, or one of her boyfriends.]
[OOC: GIRLS BUNKER MINGLE POST. LILO STYLE. Uh... She... won't be involved because she is so BSOD it's not funny] - Tags:!event, p: lilo, r: aisling, r: amalthea, r: aqua, r: ariel, r: arista, r: astrid, r: belle, r: chel, r: elisa maza, r: jade chan, r: jane calvin, r: lotso, r: lottie, r: miss bianca, r: mother gothel, r: mulan fa, r: rapunzel
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[ Theres a noise, something organic and raw. The ground shakes a bit and you will be jolted out of your sleep. Get to a window and you'll see a flicker, the fence which has stood strong and proud against the black mist... the strangelings.... it's flickering.
It's not gonna hold up long.
( Suddenly a soundCollapse )
Loud and breaking through the fragile air. Teachers and staff are shouting orders.] BOYS AND GIRLS ARE TO SEPARATE. GIRLS THIS WAY. BOYS THAT. [ Those underground tunnels... you'll find they lead to bunkers... Suddenly they are unsealed and open to those who are allowed to enter.
Evacuation to the bunkers is happening. NOW.
Teachers and staff, except the few who signed up to watch the students, are to stay ABOVE GROUND.
Mufasa save us all.] [ ooc: Everyone tag here saying good bye to those going in separate bunkers or staying above ground... This'll be the last time you may see em' for a while.
Also: FAQ ABOUT THE BUNKERS HERE] - Tags:!event, m: mickey mouse, r: aisling, r: aladdin, r: amalthea, r: aqua, r: arista, r: astrid, r: audrey, r: axel, r: chel, r: clopin trouillefou, r: cogsworth, r: david stutler, r: elisa maza, r: elizabeth swann, r: eric, r: flynn rider, r: goliath, r: helga sinclair, r: hiccup, r: ienzo, r: jack kelly, r: jade chan, r: james norrington, r: jane calvin, r: jasmine, r: kida, r: kuzco, r: lilo, r: lotso, r: lottie, r: meg, r: megamind, r: metro man, r: milo thatch, r: miss bianca, r: mother gothel, r: mozenrath, r: mulan fa, r: puck, r: quasimodo, r: rapunzel, r: roxanne ritchie, r: russell, r: terra, r: tulio, r: vinny, r: xehanort, r: xigbar
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[Mulan sat with the other students. Well... more specifically with Kuzco, he hadn't left her side since all of this started, and currently, they were clinging to what must have been a hilarious amount of blankets.
Kuzco, did NOT. like the cold.
She looked up from where they shivered on the ground and observed the other students. Many were antsy. None liked where they were right now, all gathered in the common room.
There were a few candles.... but it didn't help assuage anyone's fears. Even Kuzco was affected, more than any other time she had seen him. He was quiet, waaay too quiet.
She frowned... and held him a bit tighter.
She tried to listen more closely to the quiet murmur of the students.]
[OOC IGNORE THE FACT THAT THIS IS TALKING MOSTLY ABOUT MULAN AND KUZCO. THIS IS AN OTA MINGLING POsT. EVERYONE TALK TO ONE ANOTHER. I WILL MAKE A SEPARATE THREAD FOR MOOLAN MMKAY?] - Tags:!event, p: mulan fa, r: aisling, r: aladdin, r: amalthea, r: aqua, r: arista, r: astrid, r: axel, r: belle, r: chuckles, r: david stutler, r: eric, r: hiccup, r: ienzo, r: jane calvin, r: jasmine, r: jim hawkins, r: kuzco, r: lotso, r: quasimodo, r: rameses, r: rapunzel, r: ron, r: terra, r: xehanort
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[It's January Sixth, and the Academy has undergone a very dramatic change. It's The Festival
of Fools The Quad is packed with stalls painted in bright colors, patterned in stars, moons, flowers and whatever else the canvas's owner might like. The chemists' stall has toads painted on it. Go figure. Flags flap from the spires of the tens, ribbons tied from roof to roof to create the illusion of boundaries. There's live music coming from different stages around the stands, and jugglers and clowns wander through the crowd. It's not as big as the Carnival in Paris that's happening right now, but Clopin has organized as best as he can to put on a show everyone can enjoy. The puppeteer himself is in his gold and purple jester costume, singing just as enthusiastically as ever. Since he's still recovering from Facilier's dream training, he's keeping to the ground as much as possible, only clammering on top of stuff if he hears trouble coming through the crowd. A word of warning; Frollo's guards normally do security for the Festival of Fools. Without them, Clopin has ordered all his Truands to keep their children as busy as possible so they stay out of your pockets, but that just makes the kids bitter. The Festival is one of their biggest earning days of the year and with that gone, their annual income has shrunk by a painful margin. Watch your purse and pockets, and make sure everyone who doesn't have a stall of their own has their hands where you can see them. ] - Tags:!event, p: clopin trouillefou, r: aladdin, r: arista, r: chel, r: chuckles, r: david stutler, r: elisa maza, r: jackie chan, r: jim hawkins, r: joshamee gibbs, r: miss bianca, r: quasimodo, r: rameses, r: rapunzel, r: roxanne ritchie, r: tulio
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[Quasimodo will not be wandering the school today. He's shut himself in his room, bent over his scale model of the Academy, perfecting his figurines of the new students and trying very, very hard to ignore the echoes of laughter in his ears. He doesn't know for sure if the Academy celebrates the way Paris does, but he's not taking any chances.
Today is the Feast of Fools. And Quasimodo is staying in.]
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Arista? Alana?
I'm ready to leave when you are. Say goodbye to whoever you need to and I'll meet you both down by the fountain in a little while alright?
[For Eric.]
Eric? There's something I need to do and it means I have to leave the academy for a little while...I'm not sure when I'll be back. | |
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