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

[bearshermark]

"Oh." That sounded like a decent way to make money. "Sounds like you've been doing well for yourself, then. I'm glad."

[nobodys_puppet]

She nodded. "I need to be able to be sure I can pay for ice cream." And since that was pretty much the only thing she spent one, three ice creams a day on the days it was her turn to buy, she actually had a nice stash accumulating.

[bearshermark]

He grinned.

"It is good," he agreed, taking another bite. "I'm glad Lea showed it to me. But we can't live off just ice cream unfortunately. Have you ever been fishing?"

[nobodys_puppet]

"Fishing?" So being alive meant needing more than ice cream? Just another reason to not want a heart, she supposed.

[bearshermark]

"Yes. It's.." Eleven floundered over an explanation for a minute. "Well, it's how you catch fish so you can cook and eat them. I was just getting ready to go try and fish up a few if you wanted to come along."

[nobodys_puppet]

"Would Axel and Roxas like fish?" she asked, confused.

[bearshermark]

He tipped his head, then shrugged. "It's a matter of personal taste, so I can't say. They could try it, if they haven't before. And if they don't like it, then it's fine."

[nobodys_puppet]

"Then if I wind up with any, I will bring it to them to try," she decided.

[bearshermark]

Eleven smiled. "Great. Oh-"

Woops, he'd better finish his ice cream before it melted out all over the place. At least he manages to get the worst of it under control before tragedy falls.

"All right, so I think I've got everything. I think we'll give the lake a try."

[nobodys_puppet]

She nodded. "Alright." She was willing to learn.

[bearshermark]

He led the way to the lake and finished his ice cream by the time he'd decided on a good spot. Eleven settled on the ground, leaning back against a rock.

"It can take awhile to catch anything, so fishing requires a kind of patience, but I enjoy it for that as well. Gives me time to think and organize my thoughts- it used to be my favorite part of settling down at campsites if there was some sort of water nearby."

[nobodys_puppet]

Since he sat, she sat, but she still didn't quite know what they were supposed to be doing.

[bearshermark]

Eleven showed her his rudimentary fishing rod and went over how it worked and a few different bait types to use for what kind of fish. It wasn't overly complicated though and in the end, he decided on a demonstration first.

Granted, a demonstration of fishing was largely just sitting there after the initial cast and waiting for a bite.

"It can take awhile, like I'd said, but when you feel a tug on the line, that's when you pull it back out of the water. If it takes too long though, you might want to try a different spot."

[nobodys_puppet]

"How do you know when it is too long?"

[bearshermark]

He laughs, grinning.

"You never really do, but if you've been at the same spot without any bites, then it's probably better to try another one. If you have been getting bites, then you might want to stay with it, but if it's been awhile after that, then maybe reel in your line to check if your bait is even still there. Some fish are smart about that."

[nobodys_puppet]

"So... it is like making the right choice....? Something no one really knows how to do?" she asked, softly. "Smart about what?"