[video+]

[welcomeprofessor]

[ The A.C.E. camera feed is set up so that when it flickers to life--best effort converted technology that it is--it's a steady front-on angle. This is #seriousstuff, he doesn't want this to be construed any other way. ]

First off, I believe I need to extend an apology to all of you for having been somewhat lacking in faculty at being faculty. Excuses be what they may--and I know the past several months have been a distraction, to say the least--I recognize that they do only extend so far.

That all said, with some very enthusiastic support, I think we may just be ready to get this school on its feet properly.

And yes, kids, I did say school.

[ It's said with a smile, but he knows the excuses are coming. Better to cut that off at the quick, right? ]

To those of you who expressed interest previously, please consider this your formal follow-up invitation. We need all the help we can get.


[ ooc: There is an ATTACHMENT to the video post. This spreadsheet should include separate pages for classes, student sign-ups, and clubs (if you're inclined to extra-curriculars). Feel free to slot yourself in how you want, add a new line if you want to double up on a subject/deal with a variant of, or add a subject I missed.

ooc, p.s.: I will have a school mingle log to condense top-levels/log posts/etc. up later this week. ]

|[ - Video - ]|

[alformthearm]

Hmm.

[Sitting in his room with a certain seedpod on his desk, Alfor squints at the label that had been wrapped about it before setting it aside. With a pair of tweezers he extracts one of the small seeds from within the pod, holding it up and turning it this way and that.

And then the seed abruptly slips and goes flying, eliciting a gasp from the Altean king as he drops the tweezers, eyes tracking the seed's path as it goes pinging off of the wall and then-

Alfor's eyes widen as there's an explosion of vines that come surging from the side and abruptly fill the view from the still recording A.C.E.

One can make out the king's arm sticking out from the thick ball of vines, and after the silence has drawn out for a moment or two, there's a very muffled sigh.]

Oh dear.