[With classes canceled for now and nothing for him to do... Mera's found himself out on the rooftop, watching in silence what was going on below him. Normally he would follow orders, but the ones given by the principal didn't make much sense and were so vague. Why were they on curfew, and what was going on?

He was having a hard time understanding any of it; he wasn't that gifted outside of academics and fighting... so now all of this was getting confusing when you added on to who most reacted to his and Xion's... not exactly traditional method of being brought into the world.]

... What's going on? Curfew...? [What is that? It goes unsaid, but... it's definitely written all over his face.

And... you'll see right here that Mera is utterly alone. Buddy system... what's that?]

[Mulan was outside, enjoying the now-melting snow and the return to warmer weather. Things had calmed down for her and she was finally finding herself able to relax.

She had to admit.... She liked this feeling.

So here she is, out in the quad, practicing some of the dance moves Naveen had shown her months ago. Her own way of keeping him close even though he wasn't here. She was out of practice though, and a bit clumsy.

Perhaps someone would like to point that out?]

[Feed cuts on. Roxanne’s voice is it’s usual brisk, clipped tone.]
 
Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, I thought for the photography classes I’m holding we would theme the next assignment in lieu of the holiday.
 
[She hates Valentine’s Day. SERIOUSLY. But she’s also not a Grinch.]
 
Those of you in my two classes – your assignment is to bring me a photo of your favorite thing about Valentine’s Day, be it chocolate, flowers, whatever. [Seriously – what ever 8|] Violet, I expect a bit of photo-manipulation from you. If you don’t have proper software, see me.
 
For my journalism students – let’s see how your research skills are developing. I want a documented paper of the history of the holiday on my desk by noon on Monday.
 
…Kuzco. Have you finished that roll of film yet?

I'm in the photolab, if anyone has any questions.

[Feel free to bug her.]

[It starts out in darkness..... then the lights rise slowly, multi-technospinning colored lights. Out arises a man, tall, extremely noodly lanky and hair sticking every way, at the moment you can only see his back]

Hello Disney Academy. My name. Is Flint Lockwood.

[Suddenly the lights crescendo into a peak, strobing, electrifying sound effects when suddenly----


The camera tips.. and teeters on the edge of where ever it's perched. Anyone would realize at this point that it is in fact flint flashing the lights of the room to get the "special effects"... also proooobably trying to make the electrical noises....

He turns around just in time to see the camera falling]

Oh! Oh nonononono---!!!

[He runs up to it, but unfortunately the comm hit's the ground before he can catch it, a large crack will be apparent across his face now. He looks forlornly at his screen]

Greeeeeeeat.

[He heaves a big sigh and looks quite defeated now]

My name is Flint Lockwood and I will be teaching Engineering science and mechanics. I hope you all decide to join my class.

[The video feed clicks on to reveal Shere Khan wrapped up in a veritable blanket fortress. Did he raid a linen closet for spare blankets? Why yes. Yes he did. The tiger cub is scowling. These temperatures are uncomfortably cold for someone who grew up in the jungle, and it's making him crankier than normal. Add in the part where he's worried about friends from there (not that he'd ever admit to calling them that), and the cub is in a foul mood.]

What's the point of snow? It's cold, it's wet, and I don't like it at all. Tch. Especially not when it gets in my fur, and I don't even mind water that much.

[Dave didn't mean to accidentally broadcast this to the entire school, but while poking some buttons on his laptop to find the right song, he did.

Oops!

Once again, Dave's in his room—when is he ever anywhere else? really—this time, dressed to the nines in a pair of race car boxers, socks, and a Pac Man t-shirt.

He's currently lip-syncing along to this song, dancing about in what very well may be the most embarrassing display of movement anyone has ever witnessed. He's completely oblivious to the rest of the world until he glances at his screen and realizes that something is broadcasting.

What's broadcasting, though? He didn't push anything...

It certainly can't be—]

Oh. Oh. OHGOD.

[And off the video feed goes.]

[very reluctantly, the audio pops to life--there's a considerable quiet--the sounds of metal on metal and creaking screws can be heard...finally, he sighs]

Salutations, Academy. For anyone still paining to sign up for my class--Applicable Sciences and Technologies--, do so, as there are still slots left and whatnot. As I've said before, this is not your easy class. And I don't do grading curves. For my current students, papers on statistical mechanics in relation to the Gibbs Paradox will be due by Monday instead of Friday.

[a clatter of tools--]

I wouldn't expect this kind of charity on a regular basis.

Megamind
Harbinger of all things Doom and Evil


[The audio feed cuts off. He's been rather good at hiding out the past few days. At the moment, though, for the first time in a good while, you'll be able to find him in his room. He's working for once, instead of flitting around campus to avoid certain people. And taking care of his new roommate.

He's sitting, in a chair, fixing and reconstructing his Brainbots, occasionally getting up to write something down on the far wall, one covered in papers, charts, photographs and information about the Mist, the school, and maybe even just some people.

He sighs, leaning back in his chair. A fantastic start to the year so far.]

[Feed clicks on.]

Evening, everyone.

[Roxanne is finally done being a hermit.]

For those of you that don't know me, I'm Roxanne Ritchie - reporter with KMCP 8, now instructor at this fine establishment. In addition to Principles of Journalism, I've also opened two new classes - Photography 101, along with Advanced Photography. 

If you're interested, don't hesitate to sign up. Please see me in my office if you have any specific questions.

[End video feed! She's in her office for a little while if you feel the need to stop by, but eventually there are two individuals she is going to seek out. coughmegamindandmetromancough You know who you are B|.]

[The video turns on and you'll see Mulan with a bit of a shaky smile as she adjusts the comm. She gives a short bow before speaking]

Hello everyone. Um, I just thought you should know, that along with being a student, I'll be teaching a class.

[She shuffles around in front of her with a piece of paper]

War Tactics and Combat. I'll... be teaching the basics of how to form strategies in battle and.. uh.. um some martial arts.

[She bows again]

I hope to see some of you sign up! [She gives a genuine smile and is about to turn off her camera when---]

Oh--uh, if any of you have any questions, please feel free to contact me.

[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]

[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?]

[seems the mouse is in a good mood tonight... perhaps its related to the news report of no more black mist? Maybe just the spirit of the New Year.... in anycase Mickey's decided to hold a little celebration... Look up in the sky!

( VIDEO UNDER CUTCollapse )


It appears there's more, smaller fireworks for anyone who wants to have their own destruction fun. STAY SAFE. HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!


MICKEY IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY LOST LIMBS AND OR LIVES]

[Oh hey guys. Your fave Chinese hero! She smiles nervously at the camera and bows a little]

Happy New Year everyone.

[it felt a bit unnatural to say that... considering that she celebrated her new year at a later date... but that wasn't important right now]

I'm... sure you saw the news... The mist is gone.


[she pauses for a long moment]

Does that mean we go home? That the school closes?

[The sun rose over the tree tops of the academy, barely. It was early... Mulan didn't like waking up early, but she could when she had to. She straightened the bottom sheets of the bed for what must have been the twentieth time and took another look at the small amount of luggage she was bringing back home. She didn't have to bring much, considering most of her traditional clothing was back in the Land of Dragons.

Her stomach was tied up in knots, it felt like it was eating her from the inside. She twisted her hands together then took a deep breath and climbed up the ladder to Kuzco's bunk.


Her plan was to wake him up, inform him she was leaving, and then go. That was it. That was all she had to do.



Then why was this so hard?

Her hand hovered over his shoulder for a short time, before it moved to his face, pushing a bit of hair out of his closed eyes. She missed this... she missed him.

If you asked her to explain their relationship, she wasn't sure she would be able to. All she knew for sure was that Kuzco made her feel... wanted. Needed. Not for who she had become, but who she had been all along.

She gathered up all the courage she had in this moment and kissed him softly.]

I love you

[.....


She didn't mean to say that.


She jumped off the ladder to the top bunk in such a rush she almost trips over the bottom rung. She gathered up the rest of her bags and chanced one last look back to Kuzco... before smiling a bit and running off]

[OOC: FROM TODAY UNTIL, MM, I DUNNO, I WANNA SAY THE 24TH - 26TH SHANG AND MULAN WILL BE AWOL. ENJOY YOUR DRAMA PEACE AND QUIET.]

So.

Salutations, Academy. I can’t express my complete and inexorable joy at being so formally invited here. I’m certain you all feel the same--and true, there were numerous fine facilities such as this clamoring for my genius.

But.

I chose you. Now--I wouldn’t feel quite so honored as I’m certain you’re inclined to feel--and I don’t blame you--but...well, after what’s befallen Metrocity--which everyone has heard about by now, naturally--I won’t take it personally if you begin your uncontrollable choruses of terrified screams. Or rioting. I do adore a good riot.

Now. Onto business. My class--- Applicable Sciences and Technologies -- will con-groo-gate first thing tomorrow morning, where you will be given your syllabi, reading text, and test schedules.

Oh, and your eyes will not deceive you. There will be a test on the first seven chapters after winter break.  And please...after reviewing your future studies, I'll not blame you in the slightest if you decide to drop. Immediately.

Diabolically yours,

MEGAMIND
Gloriously Handsome Criminal Mastermind, Commander of all things Villainous

[Mulan's visage flickers onto the screen. She looks.... distressed, shocked, vulnerable. You can tell even before she begins to speak that this was meant to be a private message. Oops.]

Kuzco...

[She takes a deep breath.]

I need to talk with you. Meet me in our room in an hour.

[She gives the camera a small, weak smile before really pressing the private button:

PRIVATE TO SHANG]

Did you hear the news, Shang?


[ooc:...pretend its the 15th people ¬_¬]

Hey there, everybody. Jus' checkin' up t'see who's all plannin' on comin' t'th'gala.

Big Daddy telephoned a l'il bit ago and asked if I can get th'names of th'people who are plannin' on stayin' th'night. RSPV, because it's first come, first serve.

We got 'bout 10 guest rooms, but we also have two granny flats, which I s'pose would be th'same as a suite, with a kitchenette and their own restrooms and all. Oh, and then there's th'guest house, too. Big Daddy asked me t'give teachahs who were comin' priority t'those, though.

You can jus' give me your names on here, and I'll be sure t'pass them along t'him.

Thanks, darlin's!

[Hey, everyone thought they were going to get a bit of a break, because today is Mickey's birthday! No school YEAH!

Except there was a drill.

At 2 AM.

Have fun standing out in the quad with everyone else, comment on each other's pajamas.... maybe try to hide your own pajamas.


Oh, did I mention it's drizzling? Because it's drizzling.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICKEY~


ooc: GENERAL MINGLING POST. MICKEY WILL BE SEEN NO WHERE NEAR THIS POST. HE IS DRINKING HIS SORROWS AWAY IN HIS OFFICE~ ]

[Mulan's hands combed through her hair again. The kinks and bends from when she had braided it to fit in her "Ping" wig stubbornly remained indented into her hair. That, however, was not her main concern at the moment, that would be the piece of paper currently laying in her lap.

How should she begin to tell her mother and father what had happened these past few weeks. That she was currently... with someone.

Her shoulders heave with a sigh.

No, she wasn't going to tell them. They'd get their hopes up, expect that there were already wedding plans. Things were complicated at home already. Here she could at least pretend she didn't have to worry about those things. That she wouldn't be married off and turned into a housewife within months of arriving back in the Land of Dragons.

She smiled.

Maybe he would keep his promise.]

Hey, Mulan.

Uh...

Wanna meet me at the big oak tree by the quad? If you aren't busy.

[First thing that comes through the feed is a spunky little preteen whose face is ALL UP IN THE CAMERA'S BUSINESS.]

Hey! Jade Chan here in the kitchen. I just made this awesome chi-spell that you all have to see! [She places the camera on the countertop, and points it to the direction of a bowl filled questionable powder and a plate of sloppy-joe surprise next to it.]

I'm going to transform all this gross cafeteria food into ice cream! Watch.  [With a fistful of powder in hand, Jade. After muttering an incantation, she sprinkles it over the food and takes a few steps back.]

Tch, it might take a few minutes for the spell to kick--AHHHHHHH! [CUE EXPLODING FOOD covering the camera, Jade, and the kitchen. The poor sandwich meal didn't stand a chance. After a few seconds of shock, she wipes the lens clean and looks into it with puppy-dog eyes.]

...Uh, does anyone know how to clean off sloppy-joe sauce from walls? [Laughs nervously.] Who wants to help the new kid out?

[Mulan leaned in relief against her door. A quick glance at her comm told her it had been over a week since she had left. A week. She could hardly believe it. Her shoulder stung in, by now, echoed pain, her body detested any movement, and she could use a bath. A long one. But she couldn't bring herself to care at that moment. She was too tired for any of it.

She pushed herself from the door and stumbled to the frame of her bed. She leaned there for a few moments and smiled.

She could hear Kuzco snoring.

Mulan definitely didn't have the energy to change out of her uniform, let alone to walk all the way down the hall to change in the bathroom. She sighs and throws off her shoes and sheds her vest and tie, undoing the first two buttons of her shirt. She'd change when she woke up again.

With a groan she pulled herself, rung-by-rung, up the ladder and nearly collapsed on the bed. A few moments passed before she finally lifted the covers and curled next to Kuzco. She hesitated before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close.

It was good to be back.]

[It happened again. A second time. Mulan had been expecting this... yet somehow still trying to deny it. Why would Shang want her to rescue him? After everything that had happened... But it was time to face reality.

She was being called again.

As soon as the strangeling had woken her up from her slumber she had gone and changed clothes in the bathroom down the hall as quickly as possible, then gathered up what she could find. Rope, snacks, water,her sword, much the same as last time. Then she sent a quick text to the two teachers who would want to know her whereabouts.]

[private text to Scar and Helga]

I was called.
Going to get Shang.
Sorry for the trouble.

[/end]

[Everything was taken care of. Ready. Set--

And yet... here she was. Staring at the top bunk of her bed.

Kuzco.

She looks over, almost unconciously.

And Naveen. And Ling.

Mushu.

He would understand, he always had. She smiles, then looks back to where the strangeling stood in her room, ominous.

She climbs up the ladder and touches Kuzco's shoulder]

Hey, get up. You should sleep somewhere else tonight.

[Hercules opened the doors to his room a little timidly. He had a roommate apparently. This could either be a very good thing or a very bad thing considering how much contact he'd had with people other than Phil on a regular basis in the past how many years...

And that was basically none other than the occasional parade in his honor, signings, hands in the cement...

Once he'd set down his things, and taken time to notice the decor the other living in his room had put up, he set to work on understanding the communicator he'd been given. Within a few seconds... it was on.

And everyone is greeted to his upside-down face.]

Hello? Is this thing working?

[Sleep. Sleep was good. Kind of awkward with her and Kuzco still in the same bunk Someone wouldn't let her sleep on the bottom bunk, but she stayed on her side of the bed, and he stayed on his.

She was glad the buzz about the dance had died down, though it was fun to see everyone dress up and to socialize with everyone. But she couldn't shake this funny feeling... that someone had been watching them...


Naah. She was paranoid. For now. She sleeps.]

[The dappled light kissed Mulan's form in the mid-afternoon sunlight. The heat had created a hush over the quad, for once, and she felt she could study outdoors much more efficiently. The shade from the tree behind her bench provided a bit of relief, however that relief was almost negated completely by her heavy curtain of hair. She had it tied back in a traditional style to get it mostly out of her face, but it still managed to create an uncomfortable heat on the back of her neck.

She frowned, pulling some of it behind her ear, trying to concentrate on the reading material in front of her. She'd head inside soon enough, just a few more pages and she'd be done.]

[Instead of doing his homework like a good boy, Sora is out trying to figure a way to beat the heat.

It's in The Quad that he notices a very large fountain. In his mind, the water is cool. It's always being filtered, right? That means it's not constantly in the sun which, in turn, means that it's cold!

This seems to be sound enough logic for Sora to make his next decision. He does a sweep of the area, making sure that no one's around... then makes a run for it. He jumps with a cry of "Hiyah!" which is followed by a rather loud splash. Yeah, that's right. Sora totally just jumped into the fountain.

But he's unfortunately disappointed. The water's warm and now he got his clothes all wet for nothing. Dripping wet teenage boy, anyone?]

Aw, man...

[ Rourke has taken the liberty of setting up a community  dart board in the Joe West common room.

Oddly enough, it wasn't because he was bored. Honestly, he needed more than just the shooting range to meet people.

There's a small canister attached to the wall, full of many multicolored darts. He seems to be favoring the red ones.

As of right now, he's merely breaking the board in, learning the weight of the darts, but also, thinking clearly about the situation with Berk, and what he had going for him. ]