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Character(s): Headmaster Cid, and the applicant cadets Duo Maxwell, Fuuma Monou, Link, and Nill.

Location: The headmaster's office.

Rating: G

Open/Closed/Finished: Closed to the above.

Summary: This post will contain the trial threads for the above characters' applications (condensed to one post to reduce clutter). Headmaster Cid welcomes the new arrivals to the Final Fantasy VIII world.

[ Every day, it seemed, the Garden grew livelier with the activities of these off-world cadets. A fresh batch had arrived just this weekend, and after some cajoling of the registrar staff, their applications had been processed. Of course, there remained the matter of their interviews. ]

[ With a final slurp of the coffee in his mug, the headmaster righted his sweatervest before opening his office door to the waiting crowd. ]

((ooc: please reply with your character journal or another journal, noting in the subject line which character you are playing. each character will have his or her own individual thread.))

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The cafeteria isn't open twenty-four hours, but there's no enforceable regulations against stocking up a little cupboard in your dormitory. And of course, as a graduate, you'll be likely to travel the world sampling a vast array of cuisine.

[ His tone is a bit wistful when he talks about food, making the roundness of his midsection beneath his sweatervest less of a mystery. ]

So save up on food when I can. Got it. Thanks for the tip gramps!

[He caught that change of tone and chuckled a little at the implication. He could work with this. The headmaster seemed like a decent guy and it sure as hell couldn't hurt to keep on his good side.]

Tell you what. Once I hit SeeD status I'll be sure to bring you things back from time to time, okay? Since I doubt you can get out to go around places much with a job like this one.

Sound like a plan to you gramps?

It sounds like you are trying to -

[ He stifles a laugh with a short cough.]

-butter me up. But I'll accept that offer on the condition that you not refer to me as "gramps" for the duration of your stay with us.

[Well there might have been a little buttering up involved but his intentions had been good for the most part. He was just too stubborn an ass to come out and say so.]

Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Who knows? Might have even just been trying to being nice one food addict to another.

[He shrugged though, not really minding one way or another, he was a big boy.]

Fine, fine. I won't call you Gramps, but I'm not calling you Headmaster or whatever either. Deal?

[Because Headmaster was entirely too long and formal and shortening it down to either head or master really didn't work too well.]

[ Oh, young Commander Leonhart is sure to enjoy this one... ]

We'll sort out the matter of address later on. Cadet Maxwell, you may head out the hall and to the registrar.

[ He takes up a personalized memopad and scribbles his signature onto a sheet, then tears it off and hands it to the young man. ]

Give them this and they'll know what to do.

[He promises to live up to his full snotty potential especially when it comes to the Commander. The guy needs to learn to live a little after all, he'd thought Hiiro was bad, but he's going to learn that Squall's just as bad if not worse.]

Works for me I guess. I'm sure we've got time to figure out just what's going on and all.

[He took the sheet, scanning it quickly before grinning.]

Will do Cid, will do. Catch you 'round later then m'kay?

[That said he headed for the door, braid swinging merrily behind him as he left with a casual wave.]