[It's Friday Lunchtime in the Quad. There are people. Lots of People, and There is an instructor near the centre of the Quad and has two fold out tables there. He unfolds them both before hopping up onto them. There is a bullhorn too.]

Hey Everyone! This is instructor Westcliffe, and this is an intervention!

[He just lets that sit for a moment.] ( Read more... )

[Oh, now this is hard.

It probably doesn't really look like he's struggling, but Espio feels really sluggish. He's been out of training for a few weeks, and as far as he's concerned it's left him really rusty. It's not like him to go so long without training.

And to make it worse? This bloody twig is getting in the way ( Read more... )

[Aah, isn't it a glorious day!? The sun is shining, the sea is... full of salty sea-goodness, and not a single enemy bird in sight ( Read more... )

( DURING CLASS )

[There is a guy sitting in the middle of the quad. He looks incredibly happy to be there and he's not hiding it. He's got his legs crossed, a can of soda in his hands and he's smiling to himself ( Read more... )