Don't Touch That Dial
Once upon a time, a pair of ducks had an idea. "Let's create television and make it so it picks up programming from everyone's home!" they said, as if somehow the Tenscore Kingdoms hadn't suffered enough. Would it shock you to hear the spell didn't go quite right? Would you be amazed to know that it malfunctioned in a horrible way?
Choke on your disbelief, because IT DID. In front of the Great Hall, right in that arbitrary spot where the trees of the Promenade end and the walls begin, several 55" glass screens suddenly flare to bright blue life... followed by several more, in the unlikeliest places around campus. (What is a glass pane meant for TV doing in your sock drawer? Ask Webby.)
Arrival
What emerges from the screens -- and we do mean emerges -- is not a flat image, nor a happy purple dinosaur, nor someone wishing to be your neighbor. What emerges is, instead, someone you did not want to see from your home canon. Not necessarily a villain, mind; only someone who will cause conflict, with you and with others, in some way, shape, or form.
It all comes back to conflict, in the end.
Now they're here.
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They're here, and they're running some version of amok. Maybe they're trying to take a hostage to force you to give themselves up to their power? Maybe they're trying to steal items of power, or capture rare familiars in red-and-white spheres. Maybe they're hitting on that person you really secretly like. Maybe they're just telling everyone about that time you were six years old and ran down the street naked.
Whatever the case, your nemesis-for-a-day is causing some sort of trouble...
Triumph(?)
Ultimately, the only way to handle this horrific cross between a holodeck malfunction and a fourth-wall event is the most obvious one: you gotta cram your canon counterpart back into a screen, any screen at all. Through trickery, treachery, spellwork, or pipe-to-the-skull, you have to banish your victim back to whence they came. Of course, no one says you can't unfairly gang up on them...
...help?
Surely the faculty will help, right?
Nope. They've all taken right the hell off. Because they, too, are affected by the mirror. Contemplate just who might be summoned by each of these powerful and capable wizards, and perhaps be a little grateful that they did this.
In charge, in their absence, is the Head of Student Affairs, Richard Willoughs. He seems unaffected, because honestly, students are his worst nightmare, so having to deal with them is only apropos for this disaster. So you're on your own... |