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?

 [Chel quickly tucks her hair behind her ear before turning the communicator on. Once it was clear, the figure of a curvy Latina sat across from the screen, adjusting her composure before smiling.]

So…it’s been pretty quiet around here. Not much has been going around on my end….

[Her voice drifts off as she starts playing with the ends of her hair. She sounded desperate; best to keep this short and sweet.]

I guess what I’m trying to say is I could use a pick-me-up. Soo…you all remember where my room was, right? Why not stop by? It’s pretty early.

[She looks over her shoulder with a sigh, but twists half her lips into a smile.]

You don’t have to respond to this, a knock on the door works. You know where to find me. Joe West Hall? That’s where I’ll be.

[She leans over to turn the receiver off but stops halfway, hesitating, before turning the communicator off.]

[The screen reveals a very confident young man with a pleasant expression. You might notice that he’s not sitting at a desk. No, he prefers being up on his feet for introductions.]

Dobryj dyen'! I am Dimitri and I’m a new Teacher Assistant here at the Academy. Please allow me to assist you in any matters that need dealing with. [Cue smirk.]

Likewise, if you’d like to feel useful and offer aid - [he scoffs at the idea] - I’d be happy to indulge you.

I have an open door policy from now to - [looks at his watch] – an hour from now. After that, I can’t make any promises.

[He shrugs casually, keeping his smirk frustratingly consistent as he bends over to shut the device off.]

[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!]

Alright, guys. So in light of recent events, I thought I’d share a little of my expertise with you all again. Rules on what to do if there’s a fire.

/He holds up one finger/

Rule number one, breathing. If you can't do this, you're pretty much dead. Cover your mouth and nose like so. /pulls his shirt up over is nose and mouth/ It won’t keep you from dying in a burning inferno, but it’ll make sure you can breathe longer.

/Holds up a second./

Rule number two, don't panic. While running around in circles screaming may seem helpful at the time, it really just makes it harder for you to figure out which way is out. And have you ever tried to carry a kicking, screaming person out of a burning building? Frankly it just makes us less likely to want to save you in the first place.

/Now he’s holding up a third./

Rule number three, dress smart. As adorable as flowing nightgowns and the like can be, remember that anything trailing behind you will probably catch on fire. And it's really hard to outrun your own clothes.

There are a few more, but that should be enough to get you started.

 [The feed clears to a bright red fabric.  There's a cough before a half-confused man with a red hat sits back in his seat. He flashes a smile the instant he realizes the camera’s on and adjusts his hat before folding his hands over his desk.]

Hey Academy, it’s Sinbad.  For the time being, I'll be a teacher's assistant around here.  

[He gives a quick wave before scratching the back of his neck.]

If any of you need anything done, may as well start here.  I have an open schedule, give me some work!  I'd like to be able to tell you more but I haven't quite figured this place out myself...

[A pause.]

Know what? Stop by. I don’t like this camera anyway; it’d be great to meet you all face-to-face.  Hoover Hall, room 606.  Feel free to stop by.

[And he winks before leaning in towards the camera, clearing his throat softly and turning the screen off.]

Hi everybody! Seems we had a bit of trouble yesterday. Thanks to everyone for pitching in and helping to keep our school safe! The residents of the Hundred Acre Wood sure are grateful too!

We're looking for volunteers to help restore the Arts Building. Don't worry! With a little elbow grease and determination we should have it up and running again by the end of May! [Mickey fails to mention how EXTENSIVE the damage really is - so be prepared for a lot of hard work!]

And don't forget: Prom is next week on May 6th! We're not going to let a little fire stop us from having fun, right?

I hear you're back.






...Where are you?

[Oh, woe is Chel.]

[ding ding. ding ding. Hey guys. It's your favourite tiny hero. She smiles at the camera a bit shyly, giving her customary bow, before speaking]

Hello everyone. I noticed the flowers around campus are blooming and I was thinking it could be nice if a group of us went and enjoyed it for a day. Just sit around, eat food, enjoy everyone's company.

It would probably be this weekend and somewhere close to campus... if we don't just stay in school.

[She messes with a small section of her hair nervously, suddenly feeling a bit silly.]

I know a lot of people are affected by the voodoo, but I hope you could come along anyway.

[She bows again]

I hope to hear from you soon!

[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?

Well! Looks like we got a bitta backlash from Lilo's little sellin' spree, huh? Don' blame her, all voodoo takes a great deal o' practice an' time, ya can't expect great results in the beginnin'. [He speaks as though people's lives aren't in complete turmoil atm. WELL, you can't win 'em all!]

Anyone havin' any kinda trouble? I might be able to help. [He doesn't even need to say "for a price" out loud, the implication weighs like lead on his tone.]

[ The feed fizzles onto a very, very upset gypsy.

Someone woke up this morning and found out she couldn't even greet her best friend good morning. Not that the goat minded.

Esme's without a voice.

And she is so livid, she can't even express it.

Literally. There's a small, hand-drawn sign, symbolizing that her classes are canceled. Yeah. The distinct lack of ability to write in the English language is also holding her back. Not cool. Her room's going to be open the rest of the day, considering, well. She can't exactly use the comm for it's intended use. Communication. ]

Ummmmmmm.....


[The video flips on and blooop.... There's Lilo. In her full grown body glory... BARELY fitting into one of Nani's tank tops.

She holds up a red lacy bra in view of the camera.]

How do you put this on?

Ahlright, sahmone give me the four-whan-whan here- why can't ah light anything, eh? Ahm naht happy about this, ya hear me? [To emphasise his distress and demonstrate exactly what he means, Vin pulls a match out from between his teeth and swipes it across a small box he produces from his pocket- nothing. Glaring and throwing the box behind him, he then pulls out a lighter and flicks it on- but the moment he attempts to light the match-

FWOOSH. The flame's out.]

Naht happy.

((ooc: Backdated to the day after voodoo!))

[HI ACADEMY. WASSUP. A couple of days after Lilo's little voodoo festival doo-hickey, this lovely message pops up on the comms bright and early!]

EEEEEEEEE!

GOOD MORNING~!

Isn't it just a magical, beautiful day, academy? I for one am looking forward to whatever it has in store for me! In fact, just because it's such a magical flippin' day, I'm planning on having a little picnic out on the quad this afternoon! You are all invited, whether I know you or not! [Have a wink and smile, children and teachers. A wink and a smile.]

In fact, this might be a magical opportunity- an opportunity for us all to bond! EEEEEEE! [Did you plug your ears in time for that one? No? Damn.]

I hope I see you all there, lovelies! [With this, Astrid blows a kiss at the camera and waves goodbye. The video shuts off here, but if you were really observant, you know what you might have noticed? No, not the obvious personality change. A duh.

THERE WERE NO AXES IN SIGHT FOR THIS ENTIRE VIDEO. AT ALL. ANYWHERE. anywhere... anywhere...]

[Anyone who happens to pass Dr. Facilier's office might hear faint whisperings coming from within. For once, the door is locked firmly shut despite the doctor's assurances that his door is always open.]

Yes, yes, two of 'em! Should help be out a bit, eh? Should get me right back on track, no problem.

[Two? Now what or who could he possibly be talking about...?]



((Sorry, the Doctor is busy. Feel free to pass by and overhear him at work, though...))

[The comm bursts to life with a blast of jazz music, broadcasting all across the school. Lottie appears on the screen, seemingly quite tipsy and in very good humor. She was decked out in a very special outfit, the flask in her garter visible, and perhaps a little more outlandish and… burlesque… than most people would expect from her. To go along with her outfit, she had a lovely venitian mask adorning her bubbly face. As for her burned hand, it was conveniently wrapped up and hidden under some elbow length silver gloves, adorned with trim and pearl-like beads.]

Happy Mardi Gras, everyone! Come on outside and we’ll have our own Mardi Gras parade with dancing’ and beads, and all sorts of fun for all th’ages!

[Sure enough, there were boxes of Mardi Gras beads behind her; no doubt shipped directly from her hometown.

Even if one wasn’t interested in said offers, perhaps this spontaneous show New Orleanais pride may concern one… after all, Lottie didn’t wander around the school drunk too terribly often. At least, not outdoors where everyone could see her. Not to mention Lottie was usually very finicky about wearing more modest clothing. If you’re not going to join her in the fun, why not go to check up on her, or at least make sure she doesn’t get herself into too much trouble? Or if you’re a stick in the mud like Norry or Frollo, go ahead and try to bust her.

OOC: Backdated to the 8th; I’m sorry I didn’t post this sooner, but I was bogged down with homework. ;w; AND SORRY FOR FORGETTING MARDI GRAS EXISTED AND HAVING TWO LOTTIE POSTS SO CLOSE TOGETHER.]

Eh, Tulio! Ahm sure ya remember me. Well, in case ya haven't heard, ahm back and ah need a hand with sahmthing for one ahv ma classes.

[HEEHEEHEEHEETORTUREISFUNHEEHEEHEE]

[Looks like the last remnants of the snow is finally melting. However, there is still a bit of slush left clinging to the sidewalks and trees.

Huh. This morning you find a bucket and shovel next to your door... attached to it a note:]

Thanks for volunteering to help clean up the school!

Happy Shoveling!

- The Academy Staff

[......................................


You don't ever remember volunteering for ANYTHING.]

[ooc: THATS RIGHT. MINGLE POST. GET TO MINGLIN' PEOPLE. MAKE OUR SCHOOL PURDY.]

/Guess who JUST realized that most of his classes have vanished? Fffffffffffff./

Alright, look. Would you professors stop vanishing? You're completely messing up my schedule here.

Not to mention every time one of you takes off, I get stuck with another academic class.

What happened to all the combat classes? I've only got two classes left. This is just sad.

[Ariel spent all day yesterday reading, surprisingly. She had just been so interested in Valentine's Day - they certainly hadn't had anything like that in Atlantica. So, when she eventually realized that it meant that she had to do something special for Eric, she got right on it. The rest of the fourteenth was spent thinking. Finally, it hit her. She'd make him a cake. So, checking a cookery book out of the library, she heads down to the kitchen and flips it open to an extravagant-looking cake. She could do this. Maybe.]

SUPPOSEDLY PRIVATE VIDEO TO ERIC.

Um, Eric? Could you maybe meet me in the kitchen in around [she looks down for a second. The book says half an hour. Better make that an hour.] an hour, pretty please? [She smiles sweetly before turning the comm off.]

[If you happen to drop into the kitchen, you'll notice that Ariel is having a lot of difficulty figuring this baking thing out. She's holding a cup that's half full of flour and staring at the book with a concentrated look on her face. She absentmindedly reaches over to rub her nose, leaving a smear of flour on it.]

I hear this Valentine's Day is a celebration of love. 

I also hear it's today. [You might hear the flirtatious amusement by now.]



So if someone could - oh I don't know - explain it to me without pictures or words, I would [her voice deepens and becomes much more sultry, to the point of being rather off-putting for most faculty and prudes female students] appreciate it.

[There is a kind of 'white noise' fuzzy sound over the speakers.]

Oh noooo!  Looks like this thing isn't working. You're going to have inform me in person.

/Flynn's standing in his room; there's a bucket of soapy water in the background if you're looking carefully, and he's holding a slightly damp school uniform shirt in his hands. There's paint smeared ALL OVER it, just plain matted in some areas./

Hey, so. Uh. Anyone happen to know how to get paint out of fabric?

/he tugs at his uniform shirt/ I think this is the only one I have. And I mean, I'm all for just wearing that vest to class, but I'm not sure how well that'd go over with the rest of the population.

Goliath and Elisa, sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
First comes love, then comes marriage
The rising sun makes it all disparaged.

[Screen opens to revealed a strangely worried Chel, fingering through her hair. Nervous habit.]

Has anyone seen a beautiful golden-haired goddess Lottie? I think the Egyptian might have done something with her. 

This is getting exhausting. I mean, how hard is it to stay out of trouble? [The panic is replaced by a wry smile for a moment, then quickly reverts back to seriousness.]

Tuulio - if I catch her in your room, you're dead.

[as the comm crackles to life, it doesn't sound like Mickey has any time for formalities, he skips straight to business, talking to staff only]

Sorry I haven't been around the past coupla days. I know it's been rough, specially on the younger kids, but y'all gotta stick together.

But I gotta favor to ask.

It appears that the following people are missing:

Quasimodo
Elisa Maza
Ienzo
Charlotte LaBouff

If any of y'all have seen 'em. Please contact me or Donald immediately. Thank you muchly.

[ooc: FEEL FREE TO RAGE HERE~]