[The screen shows a black haired young woman. She looks exhausted and a bit confused.]

Hi. I’m Nani Pelekai. I just got here. So...

[She has no idea what to do now. She decides to ramble.]

My sister goes here. Her name is Lilo. I don’t know if all of you know her. She’s small and has brown hair,
and she has this doll......I don’t know where to find her. If you know where she is, come and let...

[She pauses. It occurs to her that Lilo could be watching. Oh, duh.]

Lilo? If you’re watching, please let me know where you are, baby. [She smiles.] I’ve missed you.

 [Rapunzel's sitting outside on a bench near the Joe West building, hair loose but she's sectioned some of it out and is slowly braiding it, eyes locked on her work and the deliberate motion of her hands. The note from her mother is sitting in her lap.]

[It's hard for her to accept that so many people left because of the Black Mist. Not that they were "taken" as she's heard is possible, but just... left. Miss Lieutenant, Mr. Milo, that Kuzco person... her mother... It's strange. It feels like there's a weight in her heart that she can't do anything about, an ache that won't be relieved. She can understand the reasons they all had, that they gave her. But that didn't make it any easier to simply accept.]

[Her eyes shift slightly to look at the note. It's short and simple, ended with a tender I love you as her mother always reminded her. Somewhere in her mind - in her heart - she thinks that this is maybe a good thing. That it means her mother trusts her to take care of herself at last, that she can stay here in the school with her new friends - and with her mother's permission! So that's good.]

[...Right?]

[She feels Pascal press himself soothingly against her neck and she glances at him with a tiny smile.]

It's all right, Pascal... [Then she looks back at her braiding with a sigh] It's all right...

[voice feed cuts on]

-ight then, I do think--ah, hello?

Helloooo? Is it on? I don't think it's on, I can't tell-- [fumblefumble CRUNCH]

Whoops! Ahaha, there we go!

Ah, well, then! This is certainly, hm, fun -- I'm Jane Porter, and I'm going to be the new -- [whump, did she just run into someone? Probably.] Excuse me, I'm so sorry!

The new art teacher, I'm really quite good, just ask all my-- oh! [Crash--!

Feed cuts.]

[Lilo hadn't spoken a word for a week now.

She was afraid to.

When they had let everyone out of the bunkers she had wandered out behind all the other students slowly and quietly, clutching her photo album and Jack's bandana in one hand, and in the other hand her bag of clothes.

But she couldn't bring herself to sleep in her room... not alone.

Currently, she sat on the couch in the common room of Joe West, curled up in blankets, holding a picture of her parents.]

[The night has crept in, and the darkness is everywhere, pressing around the huddled teachers like an impending liquid menace.  There was a heaviness, a stillness to the room that quivered, and the silence was deafening.

Elizabeth Swann would have no such thing.

Gathering all of the leftover lanterns, she made a cluster of them, their glows faint, but grouped began to flicker against the downcast faces.  A campfire, if you will.  A makeshift bit of warmth, a twinkle of light that cast fingerlings of gold across the common area.

Beside her, a bottle of rum, half empty already.  If there was hell to face, she wanted her wits about her.  With whispers in her ear, fingernails combing her skin, and mottled threats in Chinese hanging in the air like steam she wished to drown it all away.  With rum, and with song.

Beginning softly, she found her voice.  And as the lyrics burst through the silence, all the teachers who wished could gather round and listen to her sing.]

There were three old gypsies
came to our house door
they came brave and bawdy, oh
the one sang high and the other sang low
and the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy, oh

It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went,
put on her suit of leather, oh
and there was a cry from around the door
she's away with the raggle taggle gypsy, oh

It was late that night that the lord came in
inquiring for his lady, oh
and the servant girl she says to the lord,
she's away with the raggle taggle gypsy, oh...

[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]

[Megamind had left - he'd left despite her arguments to the contrary - this was NOT the time to be roaming about the school (that silly, aggravating FOOL), but he hadn't listened. He was as stubborn as she was, and despite her frustration it was something she could admire about the man. She'd fallen silent and sullen when he left, arms crossed over her chest in irritation when she watched the door swing shut, cutting off the final view of his fluttering cape. She'd sat there for a while in stony silence, ignoring her company in the room as she stared at a stack of random photographs.

Except he's been gone way too long. Too long for her to be comfortable with, and she told herself repeatedly that it was NOT out of concern for Megamind that she waited for Metro Man to be distracted by something in the photography lab in order to slip out and make her escape. Unfortunately, there was that annoying little voice in the back of her mind telling her that she actually WAS worried for him. She shakes the thought out of her head - because it's ridiculous. Besides - there's others out there that she's worried about, too. Astrid, Jackie - both people she barely knew but had shown her respect and kindness when she was still painfully new.

Uncertain how to handle that little revelation about Megamind, she tells herself over and over it's just to keep them all together. It's better that way.

Once in the halls, she kept herself firmly pressed against the wall and tried to avoid any windows or doorways. Easier said than done. She's currently going down that very same hallway the three of them had barreled down earlier, and having far less success by herself - but she's moving. No way is some black mist stopping her from her mission. She doesn't back down, she doesn't give up, and she'd shown enough silliness and weakness the first time around. She wasn't letting it get to her again.

She just hoped Metro Man wouldn't do something stupid while she was gone.]

[Pictures. Pictures were all she had really. Many of them had been destoryed with her first house, but she had done her best, picking through the forests and foliage outside. Finding bits and pieces of her childhood, burnt, torn, and scattered.

Now she clung to them, her albums, pieced together in a mish-mash of love and desperation. She clung to them on her bedroom floor, trying to hide away from the noises and memories assaulting her. She didn't understand entirely what was going on, but she knew Nani was out there, and Stitch.


Maybe, just maybe if the albums would stay together, if she held them hard and long enough, her family would too.]


[ooc: SEE BELOW ENTRY FOR BELOW NOTE ABOUT MY ONE-TWO DAY BREAK.]

[Vinny makes his way down the hall, leaving Helga and Rourke behind to solve whatever qualms it is they have. Not that he has to guess what they are.

This time, as per what he's been told, Vinny knocks on every. single. door.

Any student he finds will be told the same thing: "Get to the common room. Wait it out there together, until we know what's going on. Don't panic."

As for teachers? Well, if they approach him, they might learn something too.]

*Rapunzel is in her dorm room, completely panicked. That news broadcast was terrifying, and she's now officially freaking out. Hence the attempted communicator use. If any of the video feed actually goes through, it's just focused on her face. Everything she's feeling is right there on her face, and she's blinking back panicked tears*

M-Mother?!

Flynn?!?

A-Anybody--

*But the communicator doesn't respond like it usually does and she instantly recoils from it with a scream, throwing the device across the room and backing up to the nearest wall, stumbling over furniture as she goes and making a ton of noise in the process. Her head suddenly hurts, the image of that - whatever it was - burning into her vision while a memory starts to play in her mind's eye. It's dark and it's cold and she can hear herself crying for her mother to let her out, but she's being punished; this is what happens to bad little girls who don't listen to Mother...*

*Before she even knows what's going on, Rapunzel's back on her feet and running, out of her dorm room, down the hallways, hands on either side of her head. She's scared of the thing on the communicator, and she's scared of the childhood memory, and her head hurts like nothing she's ever felt before, and she's just plain scared of what's happening. But where to go? What to do?*

*There's one thing she can do when things go wrong... Who knows how much help it'll be, but...*

Flower gleam and glow,
Let your power shine --

*And as Rapunzel goes running up and down the halls of Joe West, all 70 feet of her loose hair is starting to glow as it trails behind her*

[Oh hey! Here's your friendly mousey headmaster. He looks miiigghty nervous]

Hey y'all! Just poppin' in ta say that we're testin' out the fences. So, that's why they're up and runnin'. Nothin' to worry about. Just remember everythin' we've been teachin yah about the drills! Okay?


LOCKED TO STAFF

There are, uh, new additions to the drill protocols. Haha. Nothin' big, just a couple of maps. You're gonna wanna review those.

[the maps the staff receive will look.. strange. There's paths and hallways you haven't ever seen on campus before, they seem to lead right through buildings and to.... no where?

The mouse isn't explaining anything else for now. Good luck getting answers from him]

[The screen filters on. There's static at first... nothing is intelligible, then you realize the camera, where ever it is sits on the head master's desk.]

--Whaddya mean not finished!? We got---

[The screen cuts out. End of transmission]


[oocfeel free to try and contact mickey here. He ain't responding to NOTHIN']

[Click. It's the audible and obvious indicator that there is an announcement coming from one of your fine students or teachers at the Academy. Roxanne's voice comes over, clear and concise and confident. Roxanne has never really been much of a nervous sort.]

Gooood evening, students and Professors of this ah - renowned Academy. This is Roxanne Ritchie reporting in live to let all of you know I'm your new resident Journalism specialist and instructor. Some of the basics include - but aren't limited to!- the following: Principle of Journalism, Introduction to Media and Communications, and Newspaper Editing. We'll be covering all of this and more in my class.

I'm looking forward to meeting all of you individually, especially those that happen to be interested in enrolling in my class. 

If there is an editing and media room, I would appreciate information as to where that might be. [A formal tour of the Academy in it's entirety is also in order, but that can wait until a bit later.]

This is Roxanne Ritchie, signing out.

[You’d think that the entrance of a super hero would be loud and extravagant, but in this case, it’s the exact opposite. The man formerly known as Metro Man walked onto the campus like a normal civilian; dressed in unassuming and simple clothes, carrying some luggage in hand and a guitar on his back. He’s no longer a “super”, he’s comfortably disguised as his alter ego. He’s even wearing false glasses!
Those with a sharper eye or who have some experience around folks of the super human persuasion might see through him- That kind of muscular build does not come from a life of playing guitar.]

[He calmly starts up an audio entry, his tone charismatic and suave despite the fact that he’s actually a bit nervous.]

Hey there, staff and students. Just letting you all know that there’s a new teacher on campus- the name’s Mark Trent. You can call me Mr. Trent, or just Mark, which ever you prefer. I’ll be your new music teacher next semester, for students who are interested in learning the basics.

I’m hoping to get to know you all very soon, but, ah, first thing’s first- does anyone know where the music room is?

*That sudden lift of... giddiness has given Rapunzel a burst of energy! And of course, for her, sudden bursts of energy means she must find something to do. Which leads to her running around Joe West, cleaning everything in sight, humming as she does so.*

*She does have things on her mind, though. If the Mist is gone, does that mean Mother Gothel will want her to go back home with her? She's happy here, and the idea of going back to that tower after everything she's seen and done just isn't appealing. So every now and again she pauses in her cleaning to look worried and contemplative. And of course, those are the moments when it looks like she's talking to herself:*

I know, but I promised...

*There's a whirring sort of chirp*
No- I couldn't do that to her again.

*A soft squeak. She sighs, her eyes lowering to the broom in her hands.*

I... It's not that simple, Pascal.

*There's silence for another moment... And then Rapunzel returns to her cleaning.*


((catch her in the midst of her cleaning or thinking aloud to Pascal - totally up to you :D))

.....Does anybody know how to get to Hawaii?


[The message ends there. That was it.]