July Event Log

[magicademymods]

July Event Log A Reading Rainbow Though the publication is ordinarily drier than dry toast Modified to be drier than dried toast, this quarter's issue of Thaumaturgy Today is all the rage around campus. The reason: a series of advances in motile spells! Easier and more powerful than those found in your standard book of spells (any grade), these spells achieve their power by specificity. One spell for lifting fruit, one for lifting laundry, one for lifting books, the list goes on. Though Professor Loshakle is deep at work writing a blistering reply criticizing every nuance of these spells, outside of his wrathful gaze the spells flourish as people practice them on everything they can. Copies of the issue are easy to get your hands on, if you want to give these new spells a whirl. On the other hand, your stuff or you yourself might fall victim to the spells of other students, whether by mistake or cruel jest. And woe betide those not human -- since no spell explains how to lift an anthropomorphic duck or a robot, for example, enterprising students are particularly eager to come up with one on their own, and there's only one way to test such things... It's Raw, You Donkey! There was an incident. Mistakes were made. Rice balls were detonated. Puddings were animated and sent on rampages. A cheesebread was found lodged in Makerion Keep, sunk to a depth of three feet in the walls. Whatever happened, and no one seems to have details... the Great Hall is closed and no food is being served. So... what're you going to eat? Several pop-up stands have emerged, as enterprising students try to cash in, but that costs money and who knows how the quality is. Headmaster Birony keeps showing up with pies, having made several savory ones that taste really good, actually, but can you really live on pie alone? (And do you really trust Headmaster Birony?) Some students have taken to the ultimate last resort: cooking. As it happens, the skills of the chef and of the aspiring mage are not exclusive in principle, but generally learning the one means little time to devote to the other. Faced with an oven or a grill, can you muster up the capability to make something edible? Or will you burn the water and turn bread back into grain, and thus have no choice but to avail yourself of pricey booth cooking or Cam-pies? Of course, the Great Hall will PROBABLY be open again soon, you might be able to last until then... The Defense Association In light of certain recent activities, like horrible monster attacks, Professors Trammel and Kith have teamed up to provide self-defense lessons to students who so desire. Purely optional, this extra class at the end of the school day promises study in shields, wards, basic attack spells, and mobility spells (because sometimes the best thing is to run like heck). Needless to say, these classes are quite the adventure! Students find themselves in dueling circles quite frequently, expected to carefully deflect each other's spells. Hopefully you've got the knack of it; the practice spells they have taught you don't cause any harm, but they sting like the dickens! Research on the Sundered Conflict. Conflict seems to be key. As near as the researchers can tell, all the Sundered lead lives that are simply not ordinary, and their experiments in conflict from last month produced results they didn't expect (as you all have learned) but that are most promising. Professor King herself has taken the lead on this experiment, and she warns anyone who volunteers that it is likely to be very dangerous, and they will be taking this very slow. They are, she explains, going to try to bridge the gap between you and the world you came from. A SMALL bridge, a proof of concept, no portal home and celebrations yet. But they hope it will work, and be the first step towards getting you back where you belong. If you agree, they get to work. Any student who undergoes this process immediately regains a power of their choice. It does not have to be on their application, and you do not have to provide proof during AC. It's here now. Only if you do not have a power to regain, you may regain an item instead. The price? For the next three days, you will be haunted by visions of your greatest enemy, your most hated foe, or the person you least wish to see in the world. Perhaps you hear their laughter in the darkness of your room at night. Perhaps you see a fellow student as them. Perhaps they are taunting you from just behind your shoulder... Whatever form it takes, for three days, you will be at their mercy. Or the mercy of your own mind's imagining them. Or perhaps a combination of the two. Who can say...?

Comments

It's Raw

[paradoxical_personality]

[Crinkling her nose in a mix of uncertainty and revulsion she looked down at the small therian and replied]

Do... I look like I have a death wish?

[woo_oo]

[boo you suck!!!

Not but she keeps on being cheerful.]

There aren't any dangerous chemicals in it!

[... She's 75% sure. 65%.]

[paradoxical_personality]

[If there was one person on campus who could resist someone's charms or exuberance it was the Queen of the Underworld herself]

Aesir do not require sustenance. [Wait. Haven't you all seen Hel in the dining hall partaking of their meals before?]

[woo_oo]

... But I've seen you eat before. Tons of times!

[paradoxical_personality]

.............................................

[After a pointed pause]

.. but I didn't have to. [.. which sounds like a weak defense on her part. So she relents] I suppose I could test my immortality today... [.. but she's still not thrilled about it]

What are you calling this dish?

[woo_oo]

[She proudly whips off the cover-]

The Champion Feast! Because it has a little bit of everything!

[... she seems to mean that literally, because there seems to be meat, veggies, chocolate... bug legs...]

[paradoxical_personality]

[Webby does that with such a flourish, Hel knows she's made a mistake. Still, she doesn't want to show weakness, so she's committed. The bug legs don't go unnoticed though]

You would serve the Queen of Helheim, common garden pests? [There's no hiding the fact that she's insulted]

I'm assuming that you applied enough heat to this concoction to boil away most of the dangerous elements. [Once she gets a spoon in hand, she'll nudge it more towards the meat and veggies than the bug parts but it's all mixed in there...... so one can't be sure]

[woo_oo]

Crickets have lots of protein! It's kind of like eating a twitchy hamburger!

[It... it's not still twitching, right...?]

[paradoxical_personality]

More like eating dirt. [Did she say twitchy, as in still alive?]

On second thought, I'll give you the honors of trying it first.....

[woo_oo]

How about we try it together?

[paradoxical_personality]

Deal.

[Then it's at least a mutually destructive situation. Dipping the spoon back in, Hel scoops a portion out. Then she waits for Webby to do the same]

[woo_oo]

[And she scoops as well!]

On three! One... two...

[paradoxical_personality]

[Hel can't believe they're really going to do this.... As the countdown begins she brings the spoon closer to her face eyeing it's contents suspiciously.]

Let's get this over with..... three. [Trying to say the three in unison with Webby before sticking the concoction in her mouth]

[woo_oo]

Three!

[CHOMP.

... It's edible. But then, grass is also technically edible.

There's a crunch - but it doesn't feel like it's supposed to crunch. Something gooey is squirting in there too. It's also somehow salty. Are there beans...?]

[paradoxical_personality]

[Hel bit down on the substances with less gusto and she narrowed her eyes trying to assess what she was tasting.

Maybe it would be best just to swallow it- or spit it out to get it over with. Webby wasn't spitting it out though, so Hel choked it down. There were so many varied flavors that were not harmonious in anyway. The textures confused it further. How could anything in a broth be so crunchy too?

She had a piece of something that felt like broccoli but tasted like gritty cheese...? Ugh- it was done. That was enough]

I don't think it will catch on.

[woo_oo]

[Webby says nothing right away, slowly chewing for a long time before swallowing.

At least her face screams regret.]

... Maybe mixing recipes together wasn't the best idea.

[paradoxical_personality]

[Hel is glad that she is not the only one suffering]

You think? [Now how to get the taste out of her mouth] If only culinary artist Poelle was here...

[woo_oo]

Poelle? Is that a friend of yours from back home?

[paradoxical_personality]

I wouldn't call her a friend... [... but Hel didn't call most people friends]

.. but her cuisine is highly sought after. It would solve the closing of the dining hall issue.

[woo_oo]

[Naturally, one question begets another.]

Is she some kind of super famous chef?