That which arises around us...

We have ignored the strife for far too long. From the beginning of this hatred, I have spoken out...yet this was met with resistance and ridicule.

Now we have come to a division. Others have raised their voices and are obeyed.

Had we acted on my word, we would not have come to this point.

Yet what remains is to rise as one and put an end to this tyranny. There is no turning back--only to forge ahead and force away any threat to an ideal world.

We must, at any cost, bring about peace. To put an end to strife is the only thing that matters.

[Are you guys enjoying your robot martial law? Complete with robot patrols and 10pm curfew and nearly nothing escaping the eyes and ears of the Eggman Empire? If not maybe you aren't enjoying it enough, according to the latest news report on the TV...]

It's been roughly a week since martial law has been instated under Dr. Ivo Robotnik and the Eggman Empire.

After an initial spike of resistance and detainment, city-wide violence and crime has actually decreased by 45%. Official figures are still being tallied, but riots have nearly ceased. Strong public opposition is still notable in certain sectors of the city. Mayor Tabuu states, "There may be hope yet."

As a reminder, a curfew of 10:00pm is in effect. Unnecessary opposition to the Eggman Empire will be met with swift prejudice. If anyone notices anything awry, please report it to your closest robot patrol.

Everyone, let's cooperate together to bring order and peace back to FDC.


[[You can treat this post like a general reaction post, or carry out actual threads in response to what's being shown on the TV. If you're interested in a LOG for getting your robot love andor hate action on, that might be coming up very soon.]]

Attention, Smash Academy! As you certainly are all aware, I am Dr. Ivo Robotnik, the GREATEST SCIENTIFIC GENIUS IN THE WORLD!! And I have a few announcements to make!

In light of recent events, I've put forth, shall we say, a PETITION with the mayor's office. Mayor Tabuu and I discussed the matter at GREAT LENGTH, and I offered my services to quell this uprising. Mayor Tabuu recognized my genius, and has CONTRACTED ME TO ORGANIZE AND OPERATE THE CITY'S SECURITY FORCES!

No longer will this little racial spat be allowed to harm ANYONE ELSE! Therefore, effective immediately, and by the power invested in me by Mayor Tabuu, THIS CITY IS UNDER MARTIAL LAW, BY ORDER OF THE EGGMAN EMPIRE!!

And with this new state of martial law, the following rules are now in effect!

1. A CURFEW OF 10:00 PM IS NOW IN EFFECT FOR ALL CITIZENS. ANYONE OUT PAST THIS TIME WILL BE SUBJECT TO DETENTION!!
2. RALLIES OR ASSEMBLIES OF ANY KIND WILL BE DEALT WITH BY IMMEDIATE ARREST AND DETENTION!!
3. RACIALLY MOTIVATED CRIMES WILL BE PUNISHABLE BY IMMEDIATE ARREST AND DETENTION!!
4. RACIST SPEECH WILL BE IMMEDIATELY PUNISHED.
5. MY ROBOTS WILL BE PATROLLING THE CITY. ALL CITIZENS ARE REQUIRED TO SUBMIT FOR INSPECTION WHEN INSTRUCTED. IF YOU DO NOT COOPERATE YOU WILL BE ARRESTED AND DETAINED.

Worry not, Smash Academy! Final Destination City is now in the VERY CAPABLE HANDS of ME and my LEGION OF ROBOTS!!!

OHOHOHOHOHO!!!

( TL;DR )

[Good morning, Smash Academy! It's a beautiful day! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and OH SHIT THERE'S A DEAD BODY LYING IN THE COURTYARD.

...Oh wait, he's not quite dead. He's still breathing. That trail of blood behind him can't be a good sign, though. So hey, who wants to poke the almost dead guy?]

((OOC: this is SUPER HELLA BACKDATED to the morning after churchvestigations and before it burned to the ground. apologies for being late orz))

[He'd seen the news broadcast, and absolutely no part of it boded well. Smash Academy was officially a target to anyone with strong pro-human sentiments. He wasn't as quick to put on his military cap as Cyrus, but he could read the writing on the wall.]

[Text, Public]

A notice to students; over the next few days, if anyone from Final Destination City tries to talk to you about the incident or makes any sort of threat towards you or your friends, get in touch with a member of the faculty as soon as you can. It doesn't matter who; if nothing else you can reply to this message, or visit someone's office hours. Do not try to solve any problems by yourself. Remember that we're here to help you and keep your safe.

[video, private to Ishimaru]

I know I'm part of a long line of people you're explaining to today, but... what the hell actually happened out there?

[To Shadow and Ron]

Do you guys need an extra man on security for a while? [The way he says that implies a YET at the end.]

[Text, to Chell]

I heard on the news that they're associating Aperture with the incident. Are you all right?

( 'This is Ditto, he can turn into ANYTHING!' )

[Video]

[Gordon abruptly turns on the video, He'd thought about filtering it to faculty but decided to broadcast instead, because he has no idea who would actually know about this.]

That generator sabotage wasn't a ghost. It was a slime. A ditto, I think... Nothing else I know of could go incorporeal to get downstairs into the generator room, yet be able to cut the wires without a tool! Thing is, we don't have any registered dittos in the Academy. Can anyone recall seeing one somewhere before the storm? Meeting one in the city maybe?

[video, Filtered to Security & Truancy]

Hey, 's Freeman. Did you guys ever get anywhere on who sabotaged that generator? I haven't heard a thing about it since the blackout.

[Action]
[Ivan is in the computer lab, sitting hunched over one of the keyboards as he uses the tried-and-true hunt-and-peck method of typing. He had been told about the school "network", but he had no idea what that actually meant or how to use it.

Technology was confusing. Everything here seemed so advanced, it gave him a headache and frustrated him, but he was too prideful to actually ask how any of this stuff worked. So for now, he suffers alone.

"Username", "Password"? Well, he's pretty sure he's got the first part down...

IVAN RAIKOV|]

Let me iiinn... [He lets out a frustrated whine and shoves the screen back against the wall before finally letting his head rest on the keyboard.

The computer starts making that annoying ding sound one gets when they reach the character limit on an entry form.]

[Voice]
[Through means unknown, Ivan somehow manages to get into the network and figure out how to make a phone call. It wasn't just any phone call though, it was a phone call...through a screen!]

[He makes an almost embarrassed sounding laugh at the start of his clip. Forgive him, he's just beside himself with glee.]

So, teachers, students. I have yet to meet you all yet~ Why don't you tell me a little about yourselves? I'll tell you about myself in exchange:

I'm twenty-six years old, I trained in the Russian Spetsnaz and was Major of the GRU. So, you could me capable. I'm just on leave right now. You know, it's just some relocation. Because I was too good for where they had me before.

[He's digging himself into a hole now.]

I'll be out of this dump in a few months, but for now I'm your new "physical education" teacher.

[...and digging...]

So...you know! Don't be late to class!

[He can't even climb back out and save himself the embarrassment anymore.]

[And Phoenix's gift list at least is somewhat longer!]

( Gifts under here )

[Oh look, its that one girl that was looking forward to the blind dates. She looks… well… She looks pretty pissed, honestly.]


Who the hell thought it was an acceptable idea to stand up my team mate for their blind date.


[... oh.]

[Ron looks very fidgety today. He is clutching a glossy flier in his gloved hands, rolled up and crinkled in the places where his hands rhythmically clenched and unclenched. He gulps, and takes a deep breath.]

G-Guys... um, hey... A-Are we really doing this blind date thing again? Because I don't want to do it, and... and... WHAT IF SOMEBODY SIGNS ME UP AGAINST MY WILL AGAIN!? [This screaming episode took a lot out of him, so he breaths heavily while he tugs at that paper in his hands again.]

I just really don't want to go this time! I didn't sign up, so, um... L-Let that be stated for the record! I refuse! Absolutely refuse!

[His hand slams down on the webcam, successfully turning off the feed.]

[Video; the camera is met by a pair red-gold eyes framed by a mass of black hair. A small smile flickers across the boy's face - pleasant, if a bit shy - and his voice is even.]

Forgive the intrusion. This is a message primarily for my Mistress, as I've been told that howling is discouraged indoors, especially after sundown. I'm unsure how to contact her directly through this forum, but... if wearing a new face warrants introduction, then please refer to me as Blake. I am a subordinate of Mistress Blue, and of her clan. I hope to learn about many others at this school, if that's possible.

As I am now enrolled, this means... I am to remain in my own shared den and can no longer trespass on female territory, I believe? Mistress, if such is the case, what would you have me do if I need warn you of anything? I fully intend to maintain a nightly regime, if you'll allow. Oh, and please do not worry for my schooling - I'm very able to attend the mornings, and I hope to uphold a good standing for you.

｜−・;）

。。。

has any one seen Caim the Human （/﹏＼)

[WHERE HAS SAMUS BEEN? Samus has been pretty darn MIA for a while, but as quietly as she's left, she has returned. Her efforts at hunting down Mysterious Gentleman sometime last month have frustratingly yielded little progress, and her space mission to-be-later-detailed otherwise went without a hitch. It was super exciting and galactic tabloids are probably still going on about a very mysteriously blown up space station, but now she's almost looking forward to a little downtime again, even if that involves teaching in a crazy school.

Besides, there's a few loose strings down here planet-side too. Namely Love Hotel and Drug related strings...]

I'm gone for a few weeks and I come back to refrigerators in the hallways, rampant vandalism, shared dreams, and apparently Jin's hair was bright pink at some point.

Never change, Smash Academy. [There is enough sarcasm in here to choke a space whale.]

I suppose it would be in bad taste to start taking bets as to what to expect for Halloween this year...

At least the weather's still tolerable...

( [Private audio message to one (1) Captain Falcon, 95% unhackable.] )

[And here's an ACTION bit for you action-interaction preferring types; if you know Samus well, tolerable weather means tried and true bike-washing weather, and miss anti-social Samus can be found in the school's parking lot with a hose, a soapy bucket and sponge, and her motorbike. She's enjoying that weather while it remains, and the peace and quiet that comes with it. OR DOES IT...?]

Umm... H-Hello...

[Ron DeLite sits in view of the feed. He looks sheepish and a bit nervous to be talking in front of a camera like this.] I-I just realized... I forgot to re-introduce myself. It's understandable, really, considering the circumstances of my arrival, I think. So, hi! I used to work here as a security guard, and now I'm back... ...

[He pauses, at a loss for words. Suddenly, he looks very apologetic, his head hanging.]

...I-I'm sorry, I forgot what to say. You see, I'm not very good with introductions, nor am I the best at speaking, and I even wrote out a script for myself earlier so that I wouldn't mess it up this badly, but then I lost it so I just... Yeah, I don't think I know what else to say anymore. Sorry...

W-Wait, there was something I was going to say! ...Err. Actually, maybe it doesn't even require me saying anything, since I haven't seen anything about it, so I'm probably wrong about this... [He sighs. Twice.] Did... anyone dream about me last night...? Ahh... M-Maybe I'm not phrasing that right...

I'm having a hard time finding casual wear that suits me (that sounds like a terrible pun). I don't want to dress like a schoolgirl every waking moment of having to abide by dress code laws.

[ A post suddenly pops up on the network in the wee hours of 9 AM, just before N decides to run out for some errands. (Namely to go berry-picking, of course; his Pokemon simply cannot be without food.) It seems to be hastily written, just like his speech, hastily spoken and quick. ]

Hello, Smash Academy Network. This is N Harmonia of the college freshmen, if you do not recognize my `Network ID`, as it is called here. I have heard word of the school about to be restored to its previous state without chrome walls and garish decor. Is this the truth, or is this an ideal we seek to meet?

In either case, it is clear that many of the residents of this academy are not pleased with these supposed improvements. My Pokemon are very uncomfortable. We are prepared to take action and remove the paneling from the walls in retaliation. Hopefully this will be acceptable to all.

[ Wow, N, a little rash there, but it's not like much of anyone will be complaining... ]

elp

nayday msyfay

wiher is otacock ineed im

send hlp compotrn labbb



[Dear God what even is it. What a horribly garbled piece of shit message. Who the hell would even write that. What the balls is an otacock. Who is that weirdass blue-haired girl wandering around the hallways when she isn't perched in the computer lab? WEIRD. THIS IS ALL WEIRD.

BUT WAIT ANOTHER MESSAGE POPS UP LATER:]


da fuc s wrpng qith the walls gsiugfo



[[PS Permission Post!]]

[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.