There is danger again. [Tilts head down, hiding her slight frown behind her fallen hair before realizing... she needs to keep her chin up.] I want to do something. I want to... to have fun.

Why not? Lately, all we can do is hope for better days. I say we make them happen ourselves.

[ There wasn't any doubt that there hadn't been an appearance of the usually everywhere Esmeralda lately. She was wandering ( Read more... )

[If you pass by Shang's room, you'll most likely hear him shouting this:]

MULAN'S MISSING?!

[Take your time in comforting and/or teasing him~.]

[Gangway y'all. There's a black warhorse all up in your courtyard what do you do academy, JUST WHAT DO YOU DO?

It quirks a brow at the place, apparently it's to his liking - much better than he had originally imagined. Quaint, but better than he had thought.]

[It's night, probably past the time any person would be out, but for some reason today you decide to go outside, maybe to admire the full moon... Then you notice a soft sound coming from near the fountain. You investigate closer, and then almost dismiss the noise as the breeze until you see the unmistakable glow of a comm ( Read more... )

[Her classes found and her route memorized, Jane found that she had nothing to do but, in a sense, take the day off ( Read more... )

I can't be the only one enjoying the random bouts of singing, can I?
Eeeeeee! Where's that military woman who never smiles? I haven't yet treated her to a serenade!

[Clopin is pacing in his room, his unlit pipe hanging from his lip.

His room is in shambles. Furniture has been overthrown, wallpaper carved open- even the bed looks like it has taken a few stabs and slices. Feathers float gently down from the decimated pillow still gripped in his fist.]

[Still pacing, he hurls the pipe at a wall and starts to ( Read more... )

[Belle wanders into the quad, a book in her hands. She looks a little worried. She chooses a bench and takes a seat, curling her legs under her long blue dress. She flips the book open and begins to read. She isn't really concentrating, though. What would the students think of the Beast...? She knew he could be difficult sometimes, but he had been ( Read more... )

[There's a little card table of sorts standing out on the quad, set with a simple white cloth, an empty wooden chair facing it, and nothing atop it apart from a handwritten sign in bright, scribbled capitals that says: "TAROT READINGS AND VOODOO CHARMS."

Dr. Facilier sits expectantly behind it, shuffling a thick deck of cards.]