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Who: Cyrus and YOU!

What: Study!

Where: what passes for a library

When: Mid-June


Cyrus's efforts to salvage the library from the old school hadn't been completely in vain. Some books had somehow appeared in their new location, and that had been a small comfort to him. Their knowledge could continue.

But preservation of knowledge was nothing without education, and Cyrus knew just how to draw attention to it.

His reputation was one of strictness, of rigidity, of being unbending no matter the circumstance. So he would draw on the theory that self-direction led to greater advancement. It was a foolish theory to apply en masse, that much he knew for sure, but if it could change what others thought of him and thus permit him to influence them to his side, he would bear it for the time being.

So he advertised the event in advance and set up tables with writing implements and paper, and waited for people to arrive.
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[personal profile] will_be_god
Who: Cyrus and YOU
What: Talking
Where: Around
When: October 8-9


Cyrus hadn't felt well lately. His forced change of heart was beginning to wear on him, and he found himself confronted more and more with the echoes of the past. The world had to change. It had to. And he had to bring it about.

This world was fresh and new, but already he could sense that it was more and more illogical to attempt to mold it into that ideal.

People had not changed.

Cyrus had not changed.

And as before, he had taken to wandering the grounds with a notebook, furiously writing down everything he thought and muttering to himself nearly constantly. Only this time he wasn't blank or expressionless, seeming more sad than anything else.

And he continued to write. Go talk to him, will you?
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[personal profile] will_be_god
Who: Cyrus, whoever else
What: COMPOOTERS
Where: COMPOOTER LAB
When: Weekend of 6th/7th


A message was posted around the dorms. The only thing that would draw the eye to the unremarkable-looking pages was that they seemed to be...printed. From a printer.

Anyone reading it would find that it read thus:
I am near to establishing computer connectivity and require aid in remote connectivity testing. That said, the computer lab is now open.


It wasn't signed. It wasn't dated. But surely that wouldn't be noticeable once people read "computer".
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[personal profile] megabuster
Who: Lucca, Rock, and YOU! Maybe special guests!
What: The Epoch has been fixed! Time for temporal shenanigans!
Where: Don't you mean... when?
When: Don't you mean... where?
Warnings: R for WHERE WE'RE GOING WE DON'T NEED ROADS

It had been a harrowing adventure, experimenting with Lucca's gate key, but it had born fruit. They rediscovered the Epoch, Lucca's flying time machine. They had to fight off monsters to recover it, but between the two of them, Rock and Lucca had managed to get it back to the mansion. She'd spent some time trying to repair it, but now it was ready once more for its maiden voyage into the past! Or future! One of those things! At least that's what Rock learned when he arrived at Lucca's workshop that day, bringing along some coffee and a sandwich for when he inevitably found out she forgot to eat. "Lucca?" he called out as he edged the door open. "How's it going in here?"
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[personal profile] will_be_god
Who: POLITICIANS
What: POLITICAL RALLY FOR THE FUTURE OF THE MANSION
Where: COMMON ROOM
When: WEEKEND
Warnings: There will likely be Trump jokes


Ah, the political process! The prior attempt at enforcing some sort of order had been more than a little bit of a failure, but not an entire one. It had given Cyrus notice of what to watch out for, such as voter fraud.

ESPECIALLY voter fraud. He would have to put more into inspiring people, even if another would be the leader. Unless it was Eggman.

Signs around the building had advertised the event, and encouraged people to attend and run for a leadership position themselves, so he was hoping (what an odd feeling that was) more would do so.
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[personal profile] will_be_god
Who: Cyrus
What: Galaxy Club rises again!
Where: In front of the living quarters
When: Friday
Warnings: uh...politics I guess



There had been multiple postings on the board about an assembly to take place. All were invited.

Upon arrival, there was Cyrus at a makeshift podium. Paper and a large box were in front of it on a small table.

Once enough were present, he spoke, clear and direct. "Citizens of Smash Academy. Newcomers. All of you. We have an opportunity afforded to very few in history. We in this land are able to create our own society, free from the shackles of our pasts. We will require strong leaders and intelligent followers."

This was, of course, a far cry from the intentionally stupid and foolish Galactic grunts he had once surrounded himself with. Intelligent grunts would ask too many questions. But here, people knew his former goal. He would address that too if asked.

"We will create a society that works for common goals. One that does not divide. One that progresses together, and gives all for each other. We will achieve that aim together."

He gestured to the box before him. "I have provided these ballots for fair voting on who you believe ought to lead us. This will not ensure that position to them, merely begin a common conversation about their benefits and drawbacks. Think clearly and truly, free of any threats or hindrances."

A part of him still couldn't believe that he was relying on those around him so much. He would have instituted himself as de facto leader, bringing order by any means.

"Consider your surroundings. Not only us, but the natural world, and the future of this place."

And he hoped it wouldn't be Eggman
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[personal profile] rivalsolarbeam
Who: Bulba! Maybe you!
What: GARDENING
Where: OUTSIDE
When: A few weeks in March

It was good that the weather was getting warmer. Good that the sun was shining brighter. It made it easier for the grass type to think and have the energy to pull enough on his plate so that he didn't have to think. There were more things there in front of him to concern himself with than those that had left or those that were simply... Lost on their way there.

Bulba wasn't accepting any other explanation for it, and the cherry blossoms weren't letting him think anything else.

Which meant he didn't have reason to mope about it. He certainly didn't have any time to mope about it either. There were things he could be doing, things that his borrowed hands were meant to be doing. So over the course of a few days (weeks?) he'd started doing just that.

On some days it was easy to find the boy in and around the gardens. They were overrun, but he could see their potential to be more than they were. It'd just take some work to re-work the land, shape it to what he could see. He'd be out there under the sunshine, soaking up the rays with his back as he worked the soil and mapped out the plots in his head.

Other days you could find him and his broad golden flower taking strides through the surrounding areas of the mansion, some found baskets cradled on his back in his vines. If he was going to try and build a sustainable garden, he was going to need something to put in it. Even if the trees were strange and the terrain was new, the forest would provide if he put a little trust in it. It was just a matter of going out to look.

It was all a matter of distractions, but they weren't ones that had to be alone. Bulba was certainly glad to have some company with those that wanted his.
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Who: Gordon, everyone who signed up on the board, everyone who DIDN'T sign up too. Feel free to tag around.
What: Going out to locate and procure supplies.
Where: Anywhere on the island. (Major locations in comments below.)
When: The morning after the post on the message board.

"Alright guys, we're headed southward from the mansion. I heard there was a lake around that area; it might mirror the one near the school. From there, if we haven't burned too much daylight, we'll follow the edge of the island--not TOO close, obviously--and see what we can find. We better pair up for safety, and because I only have so many of these."

He produces a handful of... what look like ping-pong balls going through an awkward metal-head phase, each with an antennae attached.

"I made these transmitters, one for each of you that signed up. They don't transmit any sound, but they will tell us how far apart we are from each other. That way it'll be considerably harder to lose one another out there. If you get lost, just follow the signal, and you'll find someone. I also took a few hours and wrote a crude program to map out the island using a relay from my tablet back to the mansion. It's not foolproof, but it'll be better than nothing."

"Everyone ready? Alright, let's go."

Stargazing

Mar. 4th, 2016 07:14 pm
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[personal profile] ladyoftheshootingstars
Who: Rosalina, Anyone
What: The mother of the cosmos doesn't know this sector of space... Time to fix that.
Where: The roof of the mansion
When: March 4, late at night
Warnings: S for SPACE

Rosalina was put off by this place for many reasons, not the least of which being because she knew space. She knew the stars. She'd helped RAISE most of the stars. But here... Nothing was familiar to her, not even the sky. To one such as her, it was a most unsettling experience. She longed for her children. She longed for her home on the Comet Observatory. She'd never been apart from them for so long...

While the Lumas with her were sleeping (because even baby stars needed their rest), Rosalina set out for the roof and the best vantage point she could find. She took her telescope with her, the only thing she had brought with her from the academy, and one of her most treasured possessions. And with it, she looked out over the starry sky. If she could not recognize the stars, she would just have to chart them. 
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Who: Cyrus, whoever
What: Who wants to LEARN? Or sort things by number category, whichever
Where: What passes for a library
When: The 21st

Cyrus had been strangely absent from most of the events recently. Maybe some people had seen him, wandering aimlessly around. Maybe near that strange spacecraft that had slammed into the forest. Maybe drifting through the hedge maze. Maybe staring out over the lake. Or maybe just sitting in a corner somewhere.

This new world was close in nature to the old one. It had the same physics, the same laws of nature. The gravity indicated that they were on a planet roughly the same size as before. But the very fact of the events were something Cyrus simply couldn't wrap his head around, even in the best of circumstances.

But he had found the library, and despite the assumed age of the books, most of them were in at least fair condition (he had a memory of a movie he had seen as a child, of a time traveler in the distant future who found all books crumbled to dust from their ancientness and disregard, as the future beings were lackwits who cared nothing for learning). There were things here about this world, and he may find the connection between it and that moon.

But first he should at least put some of them away. Ugh.
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[personal profile] mansionstaff
Who: Everyone, new and old.
What: Welcome to the new home.
Where: The Mansion and surrounding courtyard area.
When: January 15th
Warnings: Probably some swearing.


Despite the efforts, the world still shook. The sky went red. The inevitable was truly inevitable. Or... Was it?

No matter where you were, it was the same: The flash that seered the back of your vision, the crumbling of the earth beneath feet as it opened to swallow all that resided on it, the scream of an astral body that was breathing its last. And then there was darkness. Heat, and then icy cold.

The darkness stretched into forever. If one didn't know any better, they'd think they died.

Maybe they did.

Yet it was not the end. The dark faded. Life was still steady in their veins despite it all, and with a lurch and a rush of air in the lungs, our wayward Smash Academy residents would find themselves in a distinctly different place than they would have expected. A bedroom, a garden, an unknown rooftop. Wherever they were, they were alive and they were whole.

And, quite possibly they were not alone.

Where they were, however, was unclear. If they were lucky (?) enough to be outside, everything smelled new. Crisp air, fresh soil, a smattering of scents they've never encountered. Those that awoke inside somewhere were the majority, and while it was a new place to be, it was most certainly not new. Dust, mildew, the creak and groan of wood long since untouched, and the shadows of a place only lit by daylight.

What a dump.

ACTION?
- Investigate
- [Consult the internet]

3, 2, 1, Smash!

This is the main RP community for [community profile] smashrising! Most of the action takes place right here, whether it be by tasty tasty prose logs or your simpler action bracket posts. Come explore the land, fix up your new home, and experience everything Smash has to offer!


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