June Event and Intro Log
Diatu and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Sundering Midterm Results
It turns out that inadvertently summoning a horrible demon of immense and terrible power is still worth a passing grade: minus a lot of points for summoning the entirely wrong thing, but enough extra credit for successfully doing something so incredibly over-the-top to make up for it just a little. Meanwhile, something something power of running water, there's a demon imprisoned in the fountain, locked behind a massive magic circle of protection. Its flames neither evaporate the water nor are quenched by it, its lashing pointy tail stabs futilely at the stone in an attempt at petty vandalism, and otherwise it squats with otherworldly patience, claws drumming on its thighs. Till someone comes close, and then it calls out.
"Come! It is in my power to grant a wish to those who ask! Speak your desire and I shall grant it!"
Of course, the demon's ability to interpret wishes in an extremely jerkass manner is unparalleled by mortal malice. Still, this doesn't stop those students who think they're clever, can outwit a demon, have a background in legal jargon, or just want a turkey sandwich on rye bread with lettuce and mustard and-and they don’t want any zombie turkeys, they don’t want to turn into a turkey themselves, and they don’t want any other weird surprises. Needless to say, it has gone well for none of them -- but will you be the one to break the streak?
As for the circle, it is specifically warded against meddling, so no freeing the demon (accidentally or otherwise). Those who try to touch it or cross through it are promptly hurled with pinpoint accuracy into a nearby pond that has been put there explicitly for this purpose. (Except for Minamimoto -- if HE messes with it, his pants rip themselves off his body, wrap around his head, and haul him away while shouting the multiplication tables incorrectly.)
Potent Potables
Students work hard, and they play hard. Around midterms, this often takes the form of picnics with unreserved and unrestricted access to not just copious amounts of barbecue and potato salad, but also alcohol. From fine wines to barrels of beer to Liverpunch Whiskey, all sorts of offerings pop up at the parties that occupy space along the Walk or outside the Towers and Keep. Anastara, you see, has no legal drinking age; like most of the Tenscore Kingdoms, children grow up with alcohol, and generally its consumption is seen as no major event and no special treat. And it simply hasn't occurred to anyone that other cultures on other worlds might not function the same.
So enjoy a picnic, but also enjoy your free access to the wonders of intoxication.
Physical Challenge (aka the Prompt Least Likely To Cause Suffering)
Healthy body, healthy mind, the saying goes. Professors Trammel and Kith, adherents to this philosophy, have begun holding extracurricular exercise groups during the off hours. Students can learn proper weightlifting techniques for endurance as well as strength, jog around the campus in groups, play impromptu games that get the body moving, or even just practice slow stretches and what other worlds might call 'yoga'. Captain Lominia aggressively prowls the area, looking for people to scoop into bala-inlota exercises -- far more grueling and dangerous to succeed at if you don't want to be badgered onto the student team, but amazing workouts either way. And Headmaster Birony has set up a fairly extreme obstacle course straight out of a ninja challenge, overseen by Professor Porfsin from behind a cannon which magically flings beanbags at the participants. Those who make it through receive a pie from the Headmaster, who it turns out apparently can make a really darn tasty pie.
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, the researchers wish for you to engage in some sort of conflict, clash, or battle with your fellow Sundered. Spars with blunted weapons are the obvious choice, but games of strategy like go, shogi, or Fantastic Foils are also an option. A rousing debate will do as well -- anything that raises passion and energy. The team explains that they've found many of the Sundered who they interviewed have recently been through some sort of conflict or trouble on their world, and they wish to see if there's any magically-measurable aspect they share when challenged.
Wonders Await
Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. Except for the fountain. You can't swim in the fountain till they figure out how to banish the demon. |
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diatu2019-06-07 03:00 pm
Potent Potables
What are you? A giant talking duck, or a chicken? Just do it!
[Nothing says high school party like booze and peer pressure, right?]
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Well technically I'm not "giant", I'm of average height for a girl my age.
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Well, where I'm from, ducks are only about wee high. [He levels a hand to about his shin height.] Also, they don't talk either. Also, were I'm also from, I have yet to see a normal duck. Just onion ones. They're worth a lot of expee, for some reason..."
[His eyes widen as he points a finger at the talking, not made of onion, duck.]
But hey! That's changing the subject! Driiiiink!
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Onion ducks? Were they shaped like onions? Did they make you cry when you cut them own?
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[He explains onion duck anatomy like it's fairly common knowledge. It isn't.]
But you shouldn't be talking about cutting down your own duck-kind, made of onions or not!
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Have you never cut down a fellow human? ... Are you human?
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[His tone is more offended than it probably should be. Blame the alcohol, maybe?]
And no! I haven't ever killed another person!
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[After all, humans are still new to her.]
Okay! ... What were we talking about again?
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[Kazuma dismisses any philosophical thoughts with a snort. He points to the red, solo-like cup in her hand with the nearly empty one in his own.]
You. Trying alcohol.
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... Well... I guess as long as Granny doesn't find out.
[She tips the cup, and takes a sip-]
Bleck!
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[Kazuma's laughter is far from polite. A lot closer to absolutely obnoxious, actually.]
Here, you might like a wine cooler better?
[He offers his own cup for trade, where there's the bottom quarter of a clearish, pinkish, liquid something.]
It's... fruity-er?
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[So she quickly takes his cup for a bigger gulp - ]
BLEEEEECK!
[And winds up spitting it out in his face.]
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[Kazuma stares at her in drunken dismay as droplets of wine cooler and duck spit run down his face.]
No more alcohol for you, I think.
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Um... sorry about that.
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You better not have given me duck cooties.
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[com... forting...?]
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What are you, some sort of zombie duck? An Umbrella operative? What kind of viruses do you have!?
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[The RE series might still be a bit too much for her right now, although Kazuma was beginning to see some conflicting signs towards the level of this giant talking duck's innocence.]
Wait, what was that about being in a TV?
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[She says so casually...]
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[Kazuma's face and tone are flat. He's accepted that Webby and sensibility don't really play well together.]
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Yep, my world is really amazing! I miss it, but this place is neat too.
[She's taking it as a compliment.]
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[Alright. This drunkard has had enough duck logic for one day.]
I'm gonna go find a shower now. You... you go ahead and keep enjoying whatever it is a giant talking duck named Webby enjoys to do...
[With a half hearted wave goodbye, Kazmua shuffles off, with a decidedly more bewildered exit than his wild entrance had been.]
((Time to move on to crowded airship with a giant talking duck shenanigans now, me thinks))