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
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And now that Roxas was here... she might.
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That would be weird, sharing a dorm room with strangers, but he really doesn't have a choice, does he?
"Are we all in the same place? They said I was put in a house..."
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She led him down and into the room where the beds were. Some were made, some not. Most probably had stuff around. But one would probably stand out to him, and it was right where she was leading him.
"If you want to swap and take the bed in the middle we can trade," she said softly. She pointed to three beds. "That one is Axel's." then to a bed that cleary has not been unmade in ages, next to it. "That one is mine." Shocking no one she still sleeps on top of the blanket with her boots on. And without dusks to tend the room, it shows.
And then the bed that probably stood out. "Yours, unless you want to trade." The bed was COVERED in seashells, most of them brightly coloured, but some were plainer in color but interesting in other ways. "One shell for every night since Axel arrived that you weren't here," she said softly. "I know you like to keep count. I'm sorry I didn't count for you before he arrived." She looked down at her gloves, one still holding his sleeve, afraid he'd be upset about her lack of counting for him.
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He looks around the dorm room, and looks over at the beds. He chuckles softly, spying Axel's bed, though her bed makes him raise an eyebrow. It looks hardly touched...
Of course, his eyes widen as he spies the third bed, absolutely covered in seashells. He stares for a moment, then looks to her.
"You went and got seashells for me?" He turns back to the bed, his voice full of wonder. "Just like back in the Organization..." He remembered, all those days ago, when he woke up from his pseudo-coma and found seashells littering the side of his bed. He was touched by the gesture then (even if he didn't understand it) and was touched by the gesture now.
"You've been waiting a long time, haven't you?"
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"Yeah... that's what best friends mean."
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"By the way, where is Axel, anyway?"
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"Let's go find him, okay?"
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The sooner they find Axel, the sooner they can figure out what's going on. And besides, Roxas is eager to meet his other friend.
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As for what to talk about on the way... she was suddenly unsure. She looked around as they walked, then looked at Roxas. "The people here are weird," she warned him, softly. "They make no sense."
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"Huh? What makes you say that?"
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She couldn't explain it well, but if she could, it would make sense, and she wouldn't have to explain it at all.