I'm only doing this because you said I had t'do it, 'cause I'd already done it, and... fuckin' time travel. Okay, here:

CELEBI

WHEN YOU SEE THIS MESSAGE

THERE'S A BLIZZARD ON JANUARY 18TH

I'M STUCK IN THE GREENHOUSE, CAN YOU GET ME OUT

...

Al'right, this better be fuckin' sorted now.

[After the power had come back on, apparently no one had bothered to clean out the refrigerator in the teacher's lounge.

So someone else had a chance to clean it out themselves, and that someone was Ivan Raikov, happily munching away on meat and other perishables that had been thawed, left to fester, and then refreezed like a ticking biological time bomb.

This left a very unfortunate Ivan Raikov with a mighty case of food poisoning, and with a cry of "Uuughh...it's...b-bad," he was off bolting towards the nearest restroom to barf. It was not pleasant, and afterwards he still looked quite green.

He...he needed to see the nurse! What if he caught some bizarre, rare disease?! Who know what those Yankee dogs put in their meat! It's not as if he ends up eating something rotten just like this at least twice a week or anything.

Back on topic, Ivan unfortunately had no idea where the infirmary was, and so he wanders around in search of it looking he might drop dead in the middle of the hall.

Help a poor Soviet out, you cruel, cruel bystander!]

::Sitting at a table outside the dorms is a man. The manliest man. He has biceps on his biceps, and also a giant leather apron. And a long-sleeved shirt that looks like it might go at any moment. He also has a table. And at this table is a fine collection of things made out of metal. Mostly things made out of iron or steel. Things such as shovels, knives, nails (there are a lot of nails), horseshoes, spoons, rings (mostly iron but a few in what looks like silver), a couple of regular-sized swords, a couple of shields, a sword that Max clearly made with himself in mind (or possibly Cloud Strife, you pick), and a pair of gardening shears. The swords and shields look sort of... fantasy-ish, mostly because that's the type of place that Max learned how to do these sorts of things and while Max isn't much of an artist, the rings and shield all have nice enamel work at the very least.::

::There is a sign on the table, handwritten (in a rather inelegant hand, dear reader) that reads thus::

Max's Quality Handmade Ironwork
Last minute Christmas gifts
Or maybe birthdays or whatever you want
Custom orders available
Fair prices
You know its good cause I made it and I don't make crap
Vinnie helped some, too

::Several minutes later, seeing him doing this, a short, fat, smelly teenager with a penchant for overalls and foodstuffs waddles by with a table, and then a box, and then a sign of his own. On the table are an assortment of almost indescribable little doodads. They look like things that were once broken and then reassembled in the dark.::

::The sign next to this table (written, if possible, in a yet more inelegant hand, dearest of dear readers) thus::

Apple Kid - Invention Sale and Robot/Machinery Repair
Repairs Done While You Wait
Come Discover The Wonder of SCIENCE.

((OH HAI. THIS IS ME TRYING TO COME OFF OF MY SPIDER-RELATED HIATUS. MY INTERNET HOURS ARE A BIT CURTAILED THIS WEEK BUT GOSH AND GOLLY IF I AM NOT GOING TO TRY MY VERY BEST TO BE ACTIVE. I HAVE A SMALL HOLE IN MY NECK BUT I AM ON THE MEND. SO, IF YOU WANT TO EITHER BUY SOMETHING FROM MAX OR APPLE KID OR JUST CHAT WITH ONE OR THE OTHER OF THEM, TELL ME WHO YOU'RE TALKING UP IN YOUR POST AND WE CAN HAVE AN ENJOY TIME WITH MERCHANDISE.))

[Kyogre seems to be filming this entry in his office while grading book annotations. Also note the look of fidgety boredom. He balances a pencil on his index finger.]

The weather's been quite lovely recently, hasn't it? Overcast is definitely the way to go.

[Even on days where the sun had been peeking through, Kyogre had whipped up a couple of light clouds to mist over it, but he would just keep that to himself.]

I'm sure you've all noticed that my esteemed siblings vamoosed a while ago? Just so you know, that gives me more time to cater to each of you. If you have any questions about your Ancient Literatures studies, come see me in my office. I'll be here.

[A sigh. He leans back, tries to balance the pencil on the bridge of his nose.]

Mmmmaybe I should get myself a TA...

[End of entry. This will also serve as an action post for those looking to talk to Ky in his office. There will be music blasting from it, you can't miss it.]

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[Starting today, you will see a little green bird poking around the campus every once and a while. Sometimes, she has a scrap of bread in her mouth, but she never sticks around for long.]

While I must applaud the art class, I believe that still life is all well and good...but there needs to be more real life! A human model to learn how each part of the body can be drawn! Our life is art in motion - are not some of the greatest pieces of artistic creativity portraits?

Ahh but where could one find a model in question? I propose...myself! I've drawn my share before with my mother over the years. It is high time for Michel to give back to the art community and allow you to study the human body a little more intimately! After all, there is nothing to be shameful of especially if you're me especially if you're me!

Besides, it is an art class.

Mister Garry, what do you think of this proposition?

So I'm guessin' it was an interestin' summer. Didn't expect coming back to the building looking this weird, but I guess that shit's getting itself fixed already. What else changed while I was away? Red? M, Sis, you guys doin' okay?

Oh, 'fore I forget - I got some stuff from Erika for some've you guys. Mac, she got Rocky a present! Brock, there's a letter I'm supposed t'not look at. Plus some seeds for you, Bulba... she says hi t'Green, et cetera, and I'll sort out the Berries later.

Hi t'whoever dropped in on this place while I was gone. I'm Red's Venusaur, Vinnie. I'm either a guy with green hair or a walkin' pink flower, in case you see me around.

[After several days of torrential rain, there was finally a break in the clouds. Over in the distance, against all known laws of meteorology, pillars of sunlight had torn a bright hole through the sky right over the resident volcano. Certainly, everyone was too preoccupied with the flooding to notice a certain tremor in the earth that accompanied it.]

[The video feed turns on. Pele is growling at the screen with her eyes narrowed, trying to figure out if Kyogre was logged into the network. It didn't take very long before she lost her patience with technology and began growling at the computer to whomever could hear her message.]

You have overstepped, Wet Brother. I do not sleep idly with your foul presence dampening the air around me. Did you think the absence of our higher siblings would allow you singular reign over the elements here? In all your foolhardy judgment, did you think I would allow it?

This will be your only warning. Recant, or I will teach you such pain that you will be unmade.

As for the mortal masses, I strongly advise an exodus. I make no promises against casualties otherwise.

[The clip begins with Pit scrambling away from the desk like he's trying to run away or something. The little white office chair rolls away upon impact. Turns out he's just setting it up so he's standing presentably in front of his webcam.]

Good morning, everyone! Nice breeze today, huh? It is I, Pit! And I have returned from a great absence! [He said those last two sentences with a booming audacity, like he had turned into a narrator briefly.] Remember me? [He's waving like a loony.] I sure hope so.

Anyway! Oh wow, it's been a hectic past few years for me. Where do I start? I was faced with a bunch of old foes again, met a bunch of new ones, got thrown into the middle of a huge war, and I'm talking HUGE! Take a lesson from me and never get stuck in the middle of a skirmish when there's a bunch of ornery gods involved. Uhh, let's see, I... oh hey, I went to space! That's gotta count for an experience. I got turned into a ring for three years, not to... mention other things, watched Angel Land go to the pits-- hah, no pun intended! Saved Lady Palutena from the Chaos Kin, and all around kicked butt. Lots of butts. The sheer number of clobbered butts would shock and amaze you. And boy, were they ugly!

But I saved Angel Land all over again, and it should be pretty peaceful now. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here! That's right, you heard me! I'm gonna be taking classes all over again! Isn't that great? I missed this place sooo much. And I missed you guys! I'm ready to leap out my dorm window and run out and hug every last one of you. Even the jerks I don't wanna hug so much!

But I'm warning you! I've been charging these arms for 30 years. It's gonna be a tight squeeze.

[He stands there for a moment, pondering what the heck else to say, before he shrugs and calls it good.] Okay, that's enough for now I think. I'm gonna shut this video off. [He comes back over and searches his keyboard for the right button, then clicks it off, but not before whispering a dramatic "goodbye...".]

Whoa, okay, I forgot to do this for way too long! Guess I was so excited to be back I forgot all about the journal network.

So uh, for everyone who does know me, hi! Missed you guys, like, a ton. I'm totally surprised how little's changed! For people that don't, my name's Lyra. I come from Johto (that's a Pokemon region), and I'm fifteen going on sixteen. I like radio dramas, I watch a lot of Pointed Love and Steel Samurai (except I kinda like the new Pink Princess series better, I think), the Witch Detective books are my favourite, and I like pop music, fanfiction, exploring places, fighting crime, and Pokeathlon. Oh, and Pokemon training, but I guess you could kinda assume that, huh?

Don't be shy about saying hi, especially if you're big on Pokemon too. I'm gonna be working hard over the next little while -- I still have Gym Badge number sixteen to win, so I wanna be ready for it.

Oh yeah, roomie! I know my team takes up a lot of space, so just lemme know if it ever bugs you that they're out of the balls. I can just keep one out at a time if you need a little room.

Long time, no network post, right? Ha! A lot of has happened since the last time I posted, jeeze! And a lot of new students and teachers, too. That's always exciting!

Well, for anyone who doesn't recognize me: Hi! I'm Gold, a Pokemon trainer from the Johto region!

Anyway! I was going to say... You guys all know Mother's Day is coming up this Sunday, of course. I'm probably going to leave over the weekend to visit my mom! I'd like to do something nice for Bobby, too. I hope everyone else finds time to do something nice for any of the moms in their life!

Also, hey, isn't graduation coming up in a few weeks!? That's exciting! Any news on if there's gonna be any cool celebrations or parties? And! Who all is graduating? ...Congratulations!

( Wall of Text Goes Here )
((tl;dr: Max went missing for a month. Max has a crazy-looking sunburnt look on his forearms and face. After being in some crazy fantasy Japanland for the last year, Max can now make nails, when provided with raw materials and a forge. He gave some to Char anonymously. ))

Hey, I'm real sorry I was gone for a month. I fell into a green warp thing and I didn't get back until now. Celibi or whatever. Slowpoke was in my cargo pocket so I had company anyway. If I missed out on anything we had planned, I apologize for not bein' here. Vinnie, I'm sorry I left you without a commander. Smash Fundamentals students, I'm sorry I left you without a teacher or a class or nothin'.

If somebody could fill me in on whatever's happened since I was gone, I'd appreciate it.

[[So, tomorrow night is the ~*~super moon~*~ and Jon is, as per normal, packing his overnight bag to take a trip into the mountains.]]

Graduation is coming up, isn't it? Sodding hell - seems like I only just arrived. I suppose I might as well carry on here to do University level classes being as I've approval from CapHigh to do so. Not that I much care for this sort of thing mind, but is there any particular tradition that has to be slogged through to get to the end of the year here barring exams and the like? A dance, or a festival, or competitive egging of faculty cars?

Oh, that and I'll be gone for a few days starting this evening. Ta-ra.

( Private to Riwane )

[Well, someone was conspicuously absent from any and all cherry blossom festivities. However, the dorm BE-10 had become ground zero of a pollenpocalypse, with a bedridden Venusaur at the epicentre. He was feverish and dizzy and nauseous and pale, and really in no condition to do anything except rest, but he managed to make a voice post.]

Someone look after the greenhouse... I'll be out've it for a while.

Thassall.

hrnnhk. [Fumble rummage click. End recording.]

[Greetings Smashabitants. "Seth" presents to you today looking rather chipper and warm in his big, plushy scarf. Pink, yes, but the freckled blonde wears it well. Brings out the red in his eyes, it does.]

It's that time of the year again, isn't it? Flowers are trying in vain to peek their little heads through the snow and not get crushed underfoot, your RAs like miss Zelda busy hanging those adorably tacky heart-shaped banners and garlands everywhere, local murderers and being detained in our school, and yes, even love might be in the air!

[He clasps his hands together and props them under his chin with a dreamy sigh.]

It sounds like a perfect time to do something special in Host Club, doesn't it? This is your friendly reminder that this week's meeting will be in celebration of Valentine's Day and the theme will be glasses. Not fancy drinking glasses but the fashionable kind you wear on your face. I believe the proper term is "Meganekko", or something like that. Couples get extra snacks and desserts on the house!

[A thoughtful pause. He's a very thoughtful boy, really.]

...Well, I'm sure the world won't hold it against you or anything if you happen to be miserable and alone this year--just commercialism and the populous in general, and what have they ever done for you anyway, mm?

Unruly and violent pyromaniacs need not apply to Host Club, as always. Blaze.

Speaking of that though, I've got a bit of a brain-tickler for you, dear viewer. Hasn't anyone ever wondered why the school's stadium seems pre-programed with so many fantastic battling "areas"? Areas that, correct me if I'm wrong, often include the homelands of many people here before they ever arrived~?

And I suppose all the usual shenanigans like space carnivals and showy murderers these cupid bots everyone is expecting go without saying--everyone's become just so compliant and thoughtless to expect strange things to happen around here.

Or maybe it's just me!

Anyway, see you in Host Club--Room AE-13. Theme is glasses. Don't forget~

[Video feed turns on, and a face that has been somewhat absent from the school this past month greets the screen. He is astoundingly disheveled, covered in a mossy beard, long, wild hair the usual facial piercings. For some reason he's also got monk's robes on? You can probably imagine he smells pretty strong right now too. Because he does. He smells overwhelmingly of flowers.

Vinnie's still a little out of breath and maybe a bit red in the face for some reason, but he's home. And looking a good deal happier than he did when he left in December.]

Al'right, I'm pretty sure I was gone at least 5 months, so... [He glanced at the calender on the computer.] Is this right? It's still Feburary here? Shit, no wonder nothing's blooming yet.

Uh, I dunno if you got all my letters then. Well. [Pause.] S'that mean there's another one of me runnin' around in Johto right now...?

[Time travel, you were really weird. But he wasn't going to think too hard on that right now. Vinnie shrugged and smiled.] I guess I'm back. Did I miss anything important? Has everyone been okay? Red? Where is everyone? I really miss the shit out've you guys.

((ooc note: thanks to Celebi, Vinnie's been 'ported back to school! His solo logs will, however, continue in 'real time.' So if he mentions something that hasn't happened to him in the logs... chronologically, it hasn't yet.))

( This might get long.. Also, it could be contrived as gory. Read at your own discretion. )


[OoC Notes!

Long story short: Caim killed the Kraken and pretty much displayed his killing by leaving pieces of it everywhere for people to find. So the dormitory halls, the classroom halls, the unlocked classrooms, the cafeteria, the bathrooms? Yeah. They all have at least something, even if it's really small. If you skimmed the narrative (which I wouldn't blame you for), then just note that the head of the Kraken can be found put on display in front of the main office for the Hands.

For those who did read the narrative, Caim's reference to the Seed of Destruction can be seen here. It might be a bit spoileriffic for anyone who doesn't want to know, so don't click it if you're trying to avoid everything. (Also, it's a bit graphic and not for the faint of heart, I suppose.) This is one of the last things Caim actually saw before he came to the academy. /useful tidbits of information

Also, for those who don't know who the Kraken is, you can take a look at this here, which I used to reference a lot of stuff in this narrative.

For those who may wish to confront Caim (as he didn't go in disguise for this) once they've discovered it's him (or if they've known all along), you can either contact me about it, or form up a mob (as I'm sure more than one person would like to give Caim his just desserts). I'd be happy to work with anything as long as I know beforehand.

Additional Notes:
I understand this may come as a shock to a lot of characters (and possibly players). If you have any issues with it or questions, please don't hesitate to contact me. You can leave a note on my HMD, or send me a PM, or contact me over AIM (afkmkdirarf).]

[Oh hello there's a girl on the screen. She looks pretty cheerful despite all of the SUPER IMPORTANT STUFF that's been going down. Good job, Celebi. There is a heavy dose of vegetation behind her. Is that her wall? Is that her room? What.]

I guueesssss I should say hello properly this time, cause somebody already guessed right! ... Kind of a while ago but whatever. Hi! I'm Celebi.

How does everybody feel about mistletoe?

[This is very important.]

[Video feed: There's a man sitting in a luxurious leather office chair, with his back facing the camera. He speaks in a low, threatening voice.]

Seems like things are getting fun around herrre. Looks like I'm just in time.

[He quickly spins around... and around, and around and around and then he stops! In front of the camera. Suddenly his voice jumps two octaves higher and he's cackling like a madman. His man has too much tacky snakeskin and leather to possibly be real life, and yet has somehow forgotten to wear a shirt this morning. There's an eyepatch adorned with a snake over his left eye, and sickly-looking shadows around his right. This is not the look of a well adjusted, law-abiding man.]

EHEEHEEHEEHEE! Nice ta meet ya, Su-ma-bu-ra!

You brats can call me Mr. Majima. I'll be in charge of security from now on. Ya see any men in black 'round the city, don't mind'em. They answer to me.

Feel free ta step by TD-43 any time ya got issue with anything,'cause I'll be claiming this turf now~

See you around.