Ah, summer. The sun's high the sky, the birds are chirping, your shoes are melting into the ground as you walk... and summer school. Seriously, who voluntarily subjects themselves to that kind of torture? I'll take the melting feet, thanks.

/he grinned and bit into a particularly delicious apple./

The whole point of summer is no school. Am I right, guys?

[The comm clicks on to reveal Lottie, with various boxes and suitcases stacked behind her.

No, she's not leaving; unless it's simply put as she left Joe West.]

Hello, all! In case you're wondahin' or come lookin' for me, I've moved out of th'old dorms and int'a Hoovah. I'm in room 602 if any of you need me, or jus' want t'stop by for a drink or a chat. [No, not tea. Not juice. Booze. Though, if any stick-in-the-mud faculty members stroll in, she'll serve them the former two.] 'Fraid th'only reason I was in ol' Joe West was 'cause Tiana was there. Now that she's gone, well, I'd prefer a l'il room t'stretch my legs.

On a dif'rent note, does anyone know who t'ask 'bout summah activities here? See, I'd like t'hold dance lessons. Wouldn't be any homework, since it's not a class, and it'd jus' be somethin' fun for everyone t'do.

Hm... I think that's 'bout it- Oh! That's right. Milo, if you get this at all, can I ask you a huge favah?

[Despite having a million a lot of classes, Eric had been spending the majority of his time during the weekends to assist with the rebuilding of the Arts Building. Currently he was outside and sawing away a piece of wood that would serve as new support for the stair railing (there were a pile of equally cut pieces on the ground next to him).

The Spring sun wasn't overbearing, but when you work hard you tend to get overheated so he had to stop to wipe the sweat off his forehead.] Phew...

[He paused to take a look at the building, smiling a bit at the sight of so many people working together to get it restored. And of course, there was Max, bounding around to make new friends. One could almost forget the mist threatening to ruin their lives at any moment. Almost.]


(OOC: This is an OPEN/MINGLE thread. Feel free to interact with anyone/everyone beyond just Eric. 83 Even if you aren't working you can bring refreshments to the hard working crew~?)

[It's a beautiful day outside. The sort of day that normally finds Scar baking on his favorite rock on the quad or lazily snapping at birds with no plans for any real pursuit once they take wing into one of the flowering magnolias.

Not today though. Today Scar is inside. In the library, in fact. Perched in a hard-backed wooden chair, glaring down at an open page of The Complete Plays of Christopher Marlowe, plainly failing to take in a word. A shame, really. He probably would have liked Tamburlaine.

He growls in frustration and raises a paw to turn the page, thinking he might have more luck with the next. His claw catches the paper and tears it neatly in half, and the page flutters to the floor forgotten beside a handful of others that were unfortunate enough to go the same way.]


((Why is my friends page full of hiatuses?? UNACCEPTABLE!))

[Well, you thought Lottie's Masquerade called for a decorative overhaul? Your mind has just been blown. Thanks to the glorious weather, the Academy's prom is being held outdoors on the quad, and no expense has been spared to make it the perfect, picturesque prom night. Four small gazebos rest in the four courners of the quad, laced with ivy and iced with white string lights, the last of which trails out into the botanical gardens, which are illuminated by the same tiny lights for anyone fancying a romantic stroll. A raised circular stage in the very center provides the setting for the band, a five-piece group that looks like they can spin a romantic tune or two when they're not straight up rocking the house. To the side a line of buffet tables await with a light dinner, complete with punch in clear plastic glasses. The rest of the space is open for mingling, all under the evening stars on the clearest possible night.

Of course, chaperones will be minding the students' behavior. Prom is a classy affair, thank you. Then again, some might be willing to look the other way as they mask smiles, remembering how their own proms had been. But for those younger students looking to crash, be warned -- they're on the lookout.

But to those students thirteen and up, enjoy your time with your dates and your friends. These are the nights you'll remember!]

[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.]

[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]

[Now was not the time to panic, she told herself. Replace panic with action and you'll get stuff done. And be done with this that much quicker.

Audrey was literally dragging Milo by his hand out of the Joe West hall and across campus. She didn't say a word either. Audrey was focused on the 'job'.

She had to stay focused. Or she might start having a nervous breakdown to match everyone else. But now it was just the mission at hand.

Breaking into the Mouse's headquarters. How hard could that be?

Ignoring the insanity exploding around her was a different story. She was starting to wish she had a knife on her or something other than a damn flare gun and her tool belt.]

Milo what do you have on you?

[The first thing the camera focuses on is a pair of well worn boots trudging across the pavement, before it's lens is turned upright, and suddenly you're up close and personal with the newest addition to the staff at Disney Academy.]

So hi, I'mma be teaching next year at this school, I'm Vinny, or Mr Santorini- no, don't call me that, sounds horrible.

But yeah, flowah arranging, chemeestry... sign up if ya want. Blowing stuff up, it's fun, eh kids? Speaking of blowing stuff up- ya know what this school needs?

[The camera is spun around to give you a good view of the buildings as Vinny walks by.]

A good draft. I don't know, a coupla' archways. Maybe just a hole in the wall...yeah.

[The camera is once more spun around so that Vinny comes back into view, and it is suddenly scarily clear that yes, he's playing with a stick of dynamite, a snarky grin on his face.]

Ahright, have a happy 'alloween, eh?

[The video feed cuts off.]

((ooc:second character, you all saw this coming... classes aren't up yet, will be soon.))

*After all this, Rapunzel is standing at Helga's door with Milo, positively beaming at her. When the door opens she steps forward, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. Don't mind the frying pan that she's still holding.*

Hi~ It's so nice to meet you, and thank you so much for saying you'd help me out!

[Of course, Puck couldn't wait very long to start his trickeries. He was outside above the quad, floating high up in the air, hidden among the falling snow and low clouds.]

Boredom does not become that of dear Puck
It's far past due to cease forgetfulness
For now the school with have some merry luck
Tables turned for better or worse hence.

Oh mystic snow I call upon thy rage
Sleet, hail, blizzard, do whatever want you;
Release your tidings from their barren cage
Bid you pent up anger and rage adieu.

For now it's time to play a cold heart game
Bringing out the playthings all one by one
But remember: no one must become maimed
This is a test of their courage and fun.

No one shall win, but narry shall one lose
Come forth an army of snow to enthuse!


[Loud thundering booms shake the entire school, leaving no person left without feeling the intensity vibrate through their bones. A bright light fills the outside, blazing flashes through the windows, briefly blinding anyone without their curtains shut.

The snow beings to lift off the ground and swirl into fearsome looking creatures, some with weapons, some with icicle jowls, others so large they might squash anybody who gets in the way of their feet.

So, Academy. Are you going to let the snow army obliterate the school, or are you going to hide and be ridiculed for being cowards?

Of course, Puck had no intention of hurting anyone too badly. It was all fun and games for him, seeing just what the Academy had to offer.

Puck will watch and manipulate, invisible to the human eye, hiding in plain sight.


OOC: WARNINGS. THERE MAY BE A LITTLE GODMODDING (WITH THE SNOWMEN, NOTHING ELSE), SEEING AS PUCK'S MAGIC IS NOT EASILY OVERCOME. BUT I AM A HORRIBLE GODMODDER, AND IT WILL BE NOTHING TOO SERIOUS. Well, maybe it isn't godmodding. I wont change the actions of your characters. That'd be mean. SO GO ATTACK THOSE SNOWMEN.]

Students.

I will be teaching a new class after the semester break.

The course is tentatively titled Practical Combat.

It is exactly what it sounds. You will learn combat skills and apply them. While monitored by your instructors, physical injury is possible. [And no, this hasn't been cleared with the new doctor on staff, but the headmaster okayed it, so Sweet will just have to deal.]

Because of this, all students enrolling must be eighteen or older, emancipated, or have their parents sign a waiver.

Waivers are available in my office directly or in the administration center.

[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~ ]

[Strum, strum, strum. Miguel is in his and Tulio's quarters, picking out notes on his mandolin, sitting on the balcony. Thanks to Audrey, he has a new string, and thanks to all that's been going on, he has deep circles under his eyes--but that doesn't mean he doesn't have an infinitely large Miguel Grin™ plastered across his face as always. The notes play softly behind his words.]

As some of the faculty will be leaving us for a bit, I suggest we all take a deep breath and try and have some adventure of our own!

I have taken the liberty of hiding FIVE OBJECTS from around the campus in places THEY DO NOT BELONG. You have until TOMORROW MORNING BY DAWN to find them all, and return them to me! I suggest you form teams--it's not a job that can be done singlehandedly! If you have questions about the rules, go ahead and ask, but be forewarned, it's not an easy task! [Wink!] Oh, and--there's a VERY WONDERFUL PRIZE for the group that finds them all!

Allllllll right! Good luck!

[Thumbs up! The video goes out, and the list scrolls across the screen:

1 TEACUP SET
1 LARGE TRIBAL MASK (TOP HAT INCLUDED)
1 PAIR OF BRIGHT RED LOADED DICE
1 WORN, BLACK, THREE-CORNER HAT
1 TABLET--LOOKING--MACHINE THING]




(OOC: Questions? IM or PM me! If something of yours got stolen, feel free to video in and demand it back, but don't expect it to actually happen until someone finds it!)

[Like many over the past few days, Sora is out in The Quad preparing for the Berk exploration.

However, his weapon is very...peculiar. The object he's wielding appear to be a giant key. Yes, you read that right. A giant key. Sora himself finds nothing strange about it though and is practicing with it just like one would a sword. The boy slices the air, takes a step back and jabs forward. He does this several time over but changes place, position, and adds a few impressive jumps in there as if he's actually attacking some invisible enemy. When he's finished, he twirls the weapon around by its large handle and rests it on his shoulder.]

Looks like I still got it.

[He says this with a smile. Now, time to practice some magic. Raising the keyblade up in the air and holding it with both hands, the boy yells-] Thunder! [Sparks fly out from the tip of his keyblade as the magic starts. Only seconds after his shout, lighting strikes the ground all around the boy within a small radius. He is, not too surprisingly, untouched. He seems displeased though, probably thinking his magic could be more impressive than that. He'll have to practice more because he's gotten rusty.]

[[ooc; I gotta' go to class now so tags will come later! I'll probably tag during my Astronomy class though if I can, shh.]]

[The communication device flicked on. The lieutenant? Was all military.]

Faculty--

The expedition to Berk is two days away, and I know that at least some of our number are going. I will request [her tone says it's anything but a request] that those going meet me in thirty minutes in the teacher conference room in the administrative building. [Partially because she wants a head count. She wants to know how many ways she has to split that pot.]

If we're to be working together in a new environment, we must be on the same page.

[Helga turned off the device and sat down in the conference room, at the head of the oblong table.

Now, she had only to wait.]


(Post may open to the few students being allowed to go. Responding to this post is not mandatory. Helga's just... being Helga. IC planning can be done here. OOC planning will be done soon... but later.)

[The screen flashes to life, and someone's eyes are all that's in frame. Bright blue eyes surrounded by a black domino mask, to be exact--with one eyebrow raised mockingly at the camera.] Uh....huh. So apparently we live in the stone age now..?

[The next couple minutes are full of the screen going in and out with static, odd clanks and buzzes and a couple thoughtful "hmm"s and "aha"s thrown in for good measure. When the screen is back on, the picture is clearer than it had ever been before. A man sits behind a desk, fingers threaded in front of him. His appearance is decidedly non-menacing, with his unruly and gravity defying shock of orange hair atop his oddly shaped, freckled face. But there's a malicious gleam in his eyes that might suggest you shouldn't underestimate him.] Much better. Sorry about that--had to make a couple quick modifications. [A lazy smirk plays across his features as he gestures towards the camera filming him and chuckles.] Not that I don't respect the amateur craftsmanship, no no. It's...cute. But let's just say that you're all pretty lucky that I'm here, now.

I'm Syndrome. [He gave a moment's pause, as if waiting for whoever was listening to react appropriately.] I'll be working with the security team to help advance the technology protecting this school and...[He gives a dismissive hand wave] floating island thing. Including any technology you may have on your person that you'd like worked on. You can all breathe a sigh of relief, because now you finally have a real life Superhero here to worship help you.

And speaking of Supers--I'm also a genius, in case you were wondering. And I have quite the knowledge of super abilities, not to mention a...vested personal interest. So if any of you crazy kids out there have powers--and have issues with them, questions regarding them, or hell, if you just wanna show off--definitely come and see me.

I look forward to it. [Syndrome smiles and twiddles his fingers in goodbye, as the screen clicks off.]

[Pick up! It's your friendly headmaster ringing for a school-wide announcement!]

Hey guys! Glad to see y'all held up just fine and dandy, haha! Anyway, looks like for now the school wide lockdown is gonna be called off! No more curfew and school resumes on Monday!

Hope you all remembered to study up!

Anyway, everyone, be safe and be careful!

(ooc| Feel free to RAAAGE here about Mickey being a cryptic jerk and certain peoples not returning just fine and dandy.

Mickey won't be responding 8D)

[The lieutenant had told herself, when the news first broke, that there was no way in Hell she would go to Berk.

But their tune had changed. No longer were they looking for unpaid volunteers. Whatever committee was behind this had sweetened the deal.

Money.

The wording had been vague, and she'd had to place a few calls before she'd gotten a concrete sum. A sum to be split amongst all in the party. Helga had done quick math, divided it into twenty. There was no way twenty people would be suicidal enough to do this.

Even a twentieth of the share would be enough to pay for half of an expedition to Egypt, to the Valley of the Kings. If she could put up half, that was half Whitmore couldn't hold over she and Rourke. More of the profits would go to them. And for every person under twenty? The share went up.

The promise of getting away from the Academy, being able to finally do something, and the money...

It was the perfect storm.

Helga sighed. Like it or not, she was going to Berk. Still plenty of time to arrange everything, even if she was already making a list of supplies, which sat on her office desk, just beside her. For the first time in a long time, pre-expedition thoughts bothered her.

Should she say her goodbyes? To who? When? Should she say them or write them?

She’d learned from the best, after all. Plan for everything. Expect that everything would go wrong. Prepare for the worst-case scenario. Then there was no disappointment, no regrets. Not that thinking like that always worked-- they hadn’t been prepared for their last expedition, and she had regrets about how that had gone.

She chuckled low in her throat, but the sound lacked humor. It was a very dry sort of noise. She pinched the bridge of her nose and briefly shut her eyes.]

You’re going soft, Lieutenant.

Hey guys, just your friendly Headmaster here for a quick announcement.

Haha, golly, hope everyone is stayin' dry while the sky is pourin' rain. Remember, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Anyway, it looks like we're gonna hafta cancel class for a bit. Some things came up and we just don't think class can run under these circumstances. MMM-mmh. We're also gonna hafta introduce curfew again. No students outside their room after 10 o'clock!

Sound good? Alright!

Have a good afternoon everybody! Haha!

[Locked to staff]

If yah haven't heard the buzz already, it looks like five of our students and staff have gone missing. Specifically, this is the list I have come up with:

Captain Li Shang.
Simba.
Clopin Trouillefou.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.
Prince Eric.

If you have seen any one of them please tell them to contact myself or any one of the other administrators immediately.

The last thing we want is a panic. So everybody, stay calm until we figure out if they really have been taken or not.

Stay on campus, keep an eye on each other, stay safe.

Good evening.

[Ooc: Feel free to bitch//freak out about everything below! Don't expect Mickey to answer for the most part! So respond to one another~]

[ have Kida, a very annoyed Atlantean queen. ]

Milo, I am still not sure just what this Sadie Hawkins is. Is it a person we are meeting?

She must be a very famous person, for we are all buying such expensive clothing to go see her.

She also must be very intimidating for ladies to ask men to escort them to see her. Intimidating, or otherwise very, very famous.

[Audrey didn't know anything about documents or repairing them to find out what they said. Anything like that. But she wanted, needed, to know what was on that document Helga gave her. It was like an itch she could scratch.

And the only person she knew who handled documents or did whatever to read them was Milo.

Audrey banged the wide side of her fist against his door and sighed. She hated asking for help. Especially when it was Milo.]

Milo! Hey! Milo! Open your door!