[You would just see Connor, on the screen, unimpressed. He would make this very brief, for sure.]

I do not know who's idea it was to turn one of the supply closets into a bathhouse but none of it was brought to my attention.

The bathhouse might be harmless but the supplies in the closet are now unaccounted for.

I would very much appreciate it if anyone could inform me where those supplies are.

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I can't believe it, I've been here for so long. Roughly speaking, I've been here since 2012, even when you count my six month absents, it's still a pretty long time.

Anyhow! It occurred to me that today is Pi Day. Coincidentally, in Japan, today is also White Day. Traditionally, it's when a girl had gave you Valentines chocolate, the guy has to return the favor on this day. Well, that's traditionally speaking, it's been awhile but I made cookies for the occasion! Feel free to pick up a bag over my dorm room. ＼（＾▽＾）／

[Go on, there are at least a dozen of small plastic bags, someone has been rather bake-happy.]

( actions for murderchildren )

( action for roommate nanjo )

( blah blah narration stuff )

I understand that there is no excuse for my recent behaviour. I will do everything in my power to make up for any trouble I have caused.

I must also announce that I am no longer a hall monitor or the head of the Disciplinary Committee. This has been the case for several weeks. Do not think that means that you have free reign to cause chaos.

[Yeah, but chaos is gonna happen anyway, AS USUAL.

Anyway, with that done, he lingers in the library for a little while before beginning the trek back to his dorm. He's been dreading going back for the first time since Valentine's Day, but it can't be avoided any longer. Unless he runs into someone else along the way.]

[For those who might remember him, Eikichi's beautiful face gracefully showed up in the halls of Smash Academy last year in February before disappearing for no reason. Yet now he is back, looking all the more confused.]

Hey uh...babes? [He's distressed, by the sound of his voice, but most of his facial reactions display complete and total confusion.] Michel's kinda confused that his clock says it's March 2014. Sure he's not that great with electronics but he's sure that's a year and month later than what the time's supposed to be!

Did the Hands pull a prank on everyone? Cause I don't see my roommate anywhere either...

[Dude had just stepped out to buy melons, what the hell had happened. If only he knew...]

I'm not used to this journal thing. I've written in a book journal now and again, but typing things out, well, I'm just too %#$^ busy, y'know? Sorry 'bout that, if you're interested in the mind of some old has-been. Well, that's why I'm writin' this now. I'm tired of being a once-was. I've spent enough time sitting on my lazy ass, flying the Highwind around uselessly. If I'm going to get home, I'm going to need to work for it. That Valentines whatever reminded me of what I really missed. I need'a see Shera. I need'a be back in Rocket Town, at least for a little while.

So I'm going to do what I should'a done long ago. I'm going to see this whole world from above, with my own ship. Falcon, seeing it with yours was eye opening. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. The world didn't match any of my maps, and I have a feeling it will be different again when I go up next. In fact, I look forward to it. Seeing everything below me, out of something I put my heart into, that'll make it real. That'll be the truth.

But even the best engineer can't make a rocket alone. I'll need some help. My crew can do a lot of the heavy lifting, but there's more to a rocket than just putting it together. Supplies, extra hands, power, design help. Any of you that can help with it, would be appreciated. I know mechanics, but if we can get some magic, some'a the crazy stuff I've seen from the future around here too, I think we might build a rocket worth building.

So what kind of experience do any of you have with big power sources? What're the chances anyone here knows of a good source of working metal? Any of you ever built some thirty-some story structure of any kind?

( PRIVATE SECRET TEXT MESSAGE TO HIFUMI YAMADA )
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[WHAT'S THIS it's another mysterious post with no network username attached. NINJA MAGIC!??!?? Ninja magic. Sheik is, of course, half-shrouded in darkness as usual. It's all very mysterious.]

I am looking for no more than two or three individuals willing to accompany me on an excursion into the bunkers beneath the school. I do not expect it to be dangerous, but volunteers should be willing to defend themselves if necessary.

Good evening, students and faculty.

My name is Quistis Trepe. I will be teaching a class on Magic henceforth. As of now, the curriculum will focus on both offensive and defensive magic as well as support magic. Practice and theory of, as well. All areas will be covered to the fullest extent of my capabilities within the time allotted (or until multiple classes are formed on the subject).

I am not a difficult teacher. All I ask is that as my students, you listen, learn, do not interrupt while I am speaking, and keep your feet off your desks. Please take care not to harm yourselves or others with reckless behavior. I do not think this is asking for much.

As for my colleagues, a round of coffee (or tea, if you rather), is on me.


ACTION.
[ Being new to the scene, unsurprisingly, Quistis can be found exploring the campus grounds and the nearby city. She opts to eat her lunch out in the courtyard despite the chilly weather and may be found browsing the library, enjoying her break with a book in the teacher's lounge, or languidly maneuvering the hallways as if she might just be lost. If it is in the evening, she will be heading for her room in the faculty dorms (TD-12) Regardless, she looks approachable though perhaps a touch uncomfortable; that's what her body language suggests, at least. ]