May Event and Intro Log

[magicademymods]

May Event and Intro Log DAWN OF THE FIRST DAY May I Have This Dance? Though Diatu Magicademy has its share of social events, few capture the attention of the student body quite like the Twilight Ball -- that magical once-a-year dance that crosses the change of day into night and is given over entirely to the dance itself. The focus is not on political visitors, rival schools, local government, or hitting up alumni for money; it is entirely about the pleasure that comes from accompanying a charming and attractive person onto the dance floor and cutting the proverbial rug. It is entirely possible the Twilight Ball is beloved because the general student body is aggressively amorous, but no one admits that out loud. With the dance on the horizon, the mission of the day becomes finding a partner -- or asking the prettiest or nicest or most tsundere to the ball before anyone else does. The Sundered are particularly popular by virtue of being new, so students may find themselves fending off invitations or even crowds of people interested in being seen on their arms. Even the younger Sundered have a few people in their age group who'd like to pretend they're just as adult as the older students. To avoid the mob, one strategy is to find someone else in dire straits and agree to be their date, thus giving both of you protection now and then. Another, stranger, vastly more unorthodox strategy is to actually ask someone out legitimately... if you've got the guts. (The third strategy is to go with Headmaster Birony, who has been occasionally heard to bemoan loudly and publicly that she has nobody, HINT HINT. But who could possibly be THAT desperate?) Love Is In The Water Love potions are absolutely, positively, one hundred percent forbidden, on the grounds they tread far too close to the supremely black Curriculum of Dictation. This ultimate and unforgiving ban is every bit as effective as Anastara's rules limiting the speed of carts in the street to a horse's walk. So, yes, there's love potion in the water. Someone spilled an entire bucket in the river. These things happen. Luckily, as diluted as it is, the potion doesn't reach the levels of obsessive compulsion that the worst of them can; a person drinking a unfortunate draught instead simply finds themselves attracted in a weird and sharp sort of way to the first person they lay their eyes on, for a period of about thirty minutes. Diatu Magicademy is an inclusive and progressive institution, and consequently these potions affect and can target all manner of beings, from ducks and wolf-shifters to robots and dragons. They are pretty convenient about failing to bring about really skeevy pairings, though, so don't worry about being Hot For Professor. Special Delivery (aka the Least Embarrassing Prompt, which is a sad state of affairs) A quick, easy, profitable way to make some money this time of year is by delivering messages, packages, parcels, and treats to students who've caught the eye of another. Whether anonymous or gloriously identified, small token of esteem or bristling bundles of roses and chocolates, the population of the Magicademy takes particular delight in letting others know their feelings. Not always positive feelings, either -- glitter-bomb rejections have only recently begun to diminish in popularity, being replaced by Pie-To-The-Face spells. An enterprising student who adds their own spin to this hallowed ceremony of delivery can make bank; singing and performance are popular ways to enhance a message among Valhudor students, and a recent trend finds quartets delivering acapella harmonies to the recipients of love notes. But simple note hauling can still be worth your while... so long as you don't find yourself delivering a creepy confession from a weirdo to one of your dear friends. What are the odds of that happening, though? Research On the Sundered With the arrival of the Sundered come those wizards engaged in research on their presence here, now set to investigate what brought them here and how to get them home. All newly-arrived Sundered students are asked to meet with representatives of the research team, to introduce themselves and relate what they will of their homes. In addition, the team requests samples of blood, hair, and skin -- carefully magically collected, and the researchers will sign in the presence of the Sundered a Glyphed contract that forbids them from using the samples for a purpose they know will be harmful. (They quite understand your reasons to be suspicious of this collection! And they will not compel anyone who refuses even given these conditions.) This month, however, the research team informs its applicants that there is no magic being performed. Instead, they ask you to participate in partnered interviews, in which two Sundered compare their worlds and ask each other questions while the researchers take notes. They explain that they wish to find commonalities and differences between worlds, in the hopes that this will help them identify a larger pattern in how the Sundered were brought here. How is this bad enough to merit earning a reward this month? As it happens, the researchers who sit with the pair have an Intimation Crystal, which shines red every time someone speaks to deceive in its presence. Lie or omit information or cover with half-truths and the interviewer will ask you to go back and try again -- and they encourage you to speak on everything you can. You might end up venturing into dark or unpleasant territory in these interviews... DAWN OF THE SECOND DAY Welp, This Happened A quiet weekend morning is abruptly quiet no longer. With a tumultuous shuddering and an eerie, whistling roar, the first tendril of a far mightier being surges out of a wall on campus, venturing into the cloud-shadowed outdoors for the first time in its existence in this plane. Then, like a cloak shrugged off, the outbuilding it emerged from rises up only to crash to the ground as the Sundered creature rises up to claim it glory. It is a nightmare, a horror. A terrible, indescribable thing as large as a small building —a shapeless agglutination of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of light. For some inexplicable reason, it is colored in bands of purple, black, and gold, and several parts of it sprout white feathers. That's the bad news. The bad news is that this existential threat to reality does not go unnoticed, nor unchallenged. Mere moment after the Sundered creature makes it presence known, a cold wind begins to blow. The temperature abruptly drops thirty degrees, leaving those around in a clammy and miserable chill that feels like they've passed their whole body through one of the ghosts of Makerion Keep. This estimation is not too far wrong, for the pale off-white dragon that emerges from the clouds above is translucent and ethereal, save for the shining eyes of coldest blue that fix on the beast like pinpoints of fire. What a ghost dragon is doing here is anyone's guess, but when it opens its jaw to unleash a withering cone of necrotic energy at the Sundered creature, it demonstrates plainly that it will not brook this interloper on its domain. In other words, Diatu Magicademy is now home to a kaiju fight. That's the bad news. The BAD news is that both these creatures are, by their very nature, incredibly resistant to magic. So even as the professors spill out and split duties of getting students to safety and fending them off, the two beasts barely notice the arcane energy flashing through the air as they begin vigorously brawling. Thank goodness this is a weekend, or else you'd all have some serious trouble getting to class on time. Wonders Await? Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. But maybe you should deal with that mess first? We're just saying.

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[noasark]

"Mnnh. No, I decided~ One day, I'm going to do you a favor. Something you ask for," he adds cheekily.

[nobodys_puppet]

"What? But... why?" This made no sense. He made no sense.

[noasark]

"Why not?" If he gives any other answer he suspects they'll go in circles again.

"It's hardly something to worry about anyway- I can't do any favors unless you've asked after all."

[nobodys_puppet]

"Because I didn't earn anything."

[noasark]

"It's not that kind of favor. It's a favor owed," he explains. "Like I said- I caused you stress," Noa starts, choosing his words carefully, "So it's more fair that I make it up to you. To keep things even," he adds.

And here is where this goes wrong. Again.

[nobodys_puppet]

"If you upset someone, you owe them a favor?"

Xion plz

[noasark]

"...." Oh he can See where that can go wrong.

"...Only if you feel it right," he mutters. "...You're a kind person- I can tell that much." Far from what he would ever consider Heartless. "So I would rather find some way to make up for it, than leave things at causing distress."

Re: Xion plz

[nobodys_puppet]

"I can't feel anything," she reminded him. Then she looked down, one hand to her chest. "And I have trouble knowing what is right to do... I hurt my friends taking too long to realize that dying was the right thing to do. But... I am not distressed..."

[noasark]

"Having a heart doesn't make it any easier to know what's right. ...And even if death was the answer- it was for me anyway- that was then. This?"

He gestures vaguely around them. "Is now. A new world, with second chances. If you're going to claim I didn't pressure you earlier fine. I still think I owe you a favor. So don't waste your second chance while we're at it, hm?"

[nobodys_puppet]

"I'm not wasting anything," she told him quietly. "Axel and I meet every single day."

[noasark]

"Then keep at it," he hums, shrugging. "...And while you're at it, find something you enjoy. And don't insist you can't, I won't believe you."

[nobodys_puppet]

"I wouldn't even know what enjoying would be like," she said with a shrug. At least, not if seeing Axel didn't count.

[noasark]

"Then I suppose all I can say is to try following your...experiences," he decides, avoiding the F word, "Without doubting them. At least while with your friends."

After a second, Noa smirks. "Maybe you can even try dancing with them~"

[nobodys_puppet]

"You think Axel can explain dancing better?" Of course he could, she should have just left to ask him. At least she'd know what it was, soon.

[noasark]

"There's only one way to know isn't there? Go ask yourself."

[nobodys_puppet]

She considered, then nodded and turned to leave again, lost in thought.

[noasark]

Well, that was a heck of a chat. To think, he'd just wanted to grumble about ball dances. Ah well.

Noa skims the books again- it takes a minute to recall what he actually came for- and after eventually picking one out, goes to take a seat somewhere alone at a table. Maybe he can still get some studying in.