August Event Log
Speed of Lightning, Roar of Thunder
The latest rage in Diatu: portable lightning generators! These little spheres, compact enough to be held in the hand, can launch a miniature bolt of electricity out with flair and pizzazz and surprisingly nonlethal effects. Getting zapped is like getting bit by a horsefly, not much worse.
Naturally, all sorts of sports and pastimes have grown up overnight. The new sports of Lightning Tag, Lightningball, and Zap Each Other With Lightning Till Someone Collapses Because We're Tough Guys Dammit routinely break out on campus, while people who think they're funny can't go ten seconds without bolting someone's posterior. So what's your role in this? Eager participant? Sportsman? Buttzapper? Or is your idea totally new and wild?
And Break the Laws That They Should Fear
A rash of thefts plagues Anastara and the Magicademy both. Nothing huge, nothing heavy -- little things, like food, jewelry, trinkets and knickknacks... because the perpetrators are rats. Large and obviously clever rats, who have somehow wormed their way through defensive enchantments and mundane security both with the fearsome tenacity of their species. Look around at just the right time, and you might spot a rat scrambling for the safety of the caverns, something clutched in its jaws. Maybe something of yours?
The Cry Goes Up Both Far and Near
Finals draw ever-closer, and right about now students start realizing that maybe they don't understand this or that; maybe they could do with some outside material; maybe a second viewpoint would come in handy. Thus this week brings the Diatu Book Exchange! Outside of the Great Hall, students of all sorts brings books they no longer need and exchange them for books they do. The Book Exchange goes past merely scholarly works, though; time has grown it to encompass books of all sorts, from genre fiction and unlikely stories about seemingly ordinary kids attending an engineering boarding school to comics to philosophical works and more. Come to trade, browse, or lust -- there's something here for everyone!
Research on the SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!) SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!)
The research team has learned one important thing: Conflict is the key. The Codification of Sundering is the door.
Somehow, of late, something has changed the nature of Sundering magic. They do not know why or how, but the very existence of the concept of Sundering magic now causes summoning anomalies that focus on other worlds, resulting in the transport of the Sundered here.
This is, well, bad. The Codifications should not be slipping, not unless something has the power to completely overwhelm the entirety of human thought and will...
To test theory more deeply, this month's Research has the Sundered locked in a room with another Sundered, a pair of chairs, and nothing else. The goal is to observe the warp and weft of magic around them with minimal interference from any other source save perhaps each other. So who did you get shut in with, and how long can you just sit and talk without going crazy? |
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diatu2019-08-07 02:47 pm
Research
"Uuuuuugh," she said. "Perfect."
Well, it probably could have been worse. At least she wasn't stuck in a room with the crazy math teacher.
Didn't mean she had to like it though.
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"Nothing they come up with is perfect..." So- Lena must be complaining about the research methods.
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Walking over to the empty chair, she sat down heavily, arms crossed and looking very much like she would be hard pressed for conversation.
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Grudgingly, she sat down too, smoothing her hands over her dress as she did.
"......" The silence stretched out for a few moments. It's not as if Hel wanted to discuss anything herself. Some people wasted so much time with idle chatter. That being said.... there just wasn't enough stimuli in the room. The only source of any entertainment would have to come from interacting with the Therian girl. "How many of you are there now...?" Ducks that is. "Whenever I think I've seen them all, another duck turns up." That and Louie had mentioned meeting long lost family in his odd dream. It would be strange if they followed him here.
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"There are five of us here," she replied, a bit curtly. "The three bros, and then me and Webby."
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Normally Hel wasn't much for idle chatter either but the close quarters of this room coupled with the hours of boredom they were facing was prompting her to speak. "So the number hasn't increased this time."
"...............Are there no other species in your world?"
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"I mean, yeah, there are. But it's not something we really think about. We're all just people. Sure there are some differences here and there, but we don't single them out or anything."
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"Other than Therians, there are Dwarves, Elves, other Aesir like myself... Humans, Beasts, and Jotun." Some of those categories could be broken down even further but she didn't.
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"What're Jotun?"
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"You might think of them as giants," Though the thought of them made Hel frown slightly. There had always been tension between the Jotun and the Aesir since the beginning.
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