[The comm flickers on to reveal Ariel and all that hair of hers. She grins nervously before speaking - it's as if she's recited it a few times to herself or something:]

Hi, Eric! I, uh, was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to prom with me? I think it'll be fun!

[Her smile is a little crooked. She knew Eric would probably agree, but she still ( Read more... )

While speaking to a good friend of mine, I was reminded of a poem that I first heard as a young man that has always been something of an inspiration for me.  It is entitled "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley.  Considering what we are facing and the struggles many of us encounter, instructor and student alike, I think there are others who might ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

[T'was the night after Easter and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a--

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More after-midnight fire drills? Not this time. When the students and staff gather outside while they may notice their school isn't on fire, the Hundred Acre Wood most definitely is ( Read more... )

[The feed comes on to show Rapunzel sitting in her room facing the communicator, running her fingers a little anxiously through her hair.]

So, umm... There's something I've been meaning to ask? -- Well, [mumble] mostly only 'cause people've been talking about it lately, but--  [/mumble]

What... exactly... IS this dream training thing?

[For four days, she had scarcely made an effort to leave the comforts and shielding walls of her own chambers.  Too much had transpired, too many old wounds ripped, left bleeding and open to fester.  Too many of her fears had been tested, and despite all her assured confidence in nearly every aspect of her life, Elizabeth Swann had never felt so ( Read more... )

So you know what's exciting? Class. Man, it's exciting. I could go to those all day. They're way better than, oh, sleeping, traveling, adventuring, meeting new and fascinating people... you know, those things I haven't been able to do since I decided it'd be a good job to sign up for twelve million classes?How do you people do this and not want to ( Read more... )

Fit the Seventh, in Which Gibbs Gives an Inspirational Speech Concerning the Construction of a Very Powerful Weapon Indeed---an Idea Spawned From Janitorial Inspiration.

Attention Scientific-type Lads and Lasses,

Cap'n Silver and I have hit upon a grand solution to this foul Devil's breath Mist! Through the awe-inspirin' power of science and a ( Read more... )

[Jane has set up shop outside, and by set up shop we mean the whole shebang - canvas, easel, paints, etc. She's cheerfully painting away, and if you happen by, there's a chance you too will either end up painting, painted, or in the painting itself!]

Hm, a bit more yellow, I should think...

[Muttering to herself, she sweeps a wide arc of the color ( Read more... )

[The past few weeks have been trying for Will. It was only two days after he arrived at the academy when he came down with a ridiculous  case of the flu. Not used to being sick, he's been laid up in bed until recently, coming out of his recovery just in time to discover that Elizabeth's been taken. And that he wasn't called to her rescue ( Read more... )