[semi-closed] [open to light control class and a few others]
Characters: Enjolras, Maxxie, Roxas and anyone else who has light control powers that I might have missed (and as he's a few minutes early there's some leeway for one or two people to happen across Enjolras before the lesson starts).
Time: 8pm, the day following this post
Location: School foyer (then out in to the grounds for control class).
Content: Enjolras has moved light control classes to the evening to make more time for searching for missing students, staff, friends and a certain significant other during the day. Er, light stuff... happens...
Format: Seeing as there's three of us (at least) shall we go for action?
Warnings: Inherent Maxxieness (no offense, Maxxie).
[Enjolras waits by the main entrance wearing an expensive, if boring, coat over his everyday shirt-and-chino ensemble. There's a flash of colour thanks to the red scarf he wears around his neck, a Christmas present from Pepper that's proved useful in the current weather, but other than that he is looking decidedly drab]
[He's ten minutes early for his own class according to his watch. Enjolras settles quietly on a chair by the door, leaning forwards over his knees with his weight on his elbows and clasping his hands, nodding the occasional greeting at people as they pass]
Time: 8pm, the day following this post
Location: School foyer (then out in to the grounds for control class).
Content: Enjolras has moved light control classes to the evening to make more time for searching for missing students, staff, friends and a certain significant other during the day. Er, light stuff... happens...
Format: Seeing as there's three of us (at least) shall we go for action?
Warnings: Inherent Maxxieness (no offense, Maxxie).
[Enjolras waits by the main entrance wearing an expensive, if boring, coat over his everyday shirt-and-chino ensemble. There's a flash of colour thanks to the red scarf he wears around his neck, a Christmas present from Pepper that's proved useful in the current weather, but other than that he is looking decidedly drab]
[He's ten minutes early for his own class according to his watch. Enjolras settles quietly on a chair by the door, leaning forwards over his knees with his weight on his elbows and clasping his hands, nodding the occasional greeting at people as they pass]