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
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When Webby's spark began to fade, Lena passed hers onto what was left of it, letting Webby take control of it.
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"As if. I know you wouldn't last long without me!"
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She'd meant it to be slightly teasing, but there was something more serious in her tone as the words left her beak.
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"Y'know what we're like?" She said after a while. "One of those big, elaborate jigsaw puzzles. The ones showing a beautiful city in Venice or a bunch of kittens tumbling out of a basket of yarn. But there's a piece missing. And from far away, the puzzle looks pretty good! Still looks like a big city or a bunch of kittens. You don't even realize any pieces are missing."
"But then we found each other, and it was like... oh, hey! I've been missing something important, and I didn't even know it!"
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But when she did, it was with a small smile.
"Yeah...definitely something like that."
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"Personally, I think your puzzle is like one of those dark moors over the horizon, full of mystery, beauty and intrigue! Minus the bugs in the grass."
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"Do you always say things like that?"
She was starting to get the idea that Webby had...certain ways of describing things about her.
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She pressed on anyway.
"When you talk about me...all that...stuff."
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Webby backtracked in her mind, comparing how she would describe the boys and any of the friends she made here to how she described Lena and...
... Oh.
"... Huh. I guess I just see you differently, compared to everyone else." she had always assumed everyone saw Lena the way she did, but did they really not? "Do you not like it? I can try to stop."
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"I mean...it's not that I don't like it," she admitted softly. But then, why did she even bring it up?
...maybe she liked it a bit too much?
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Webby grinned, and then began to toss and twirl her wand around like a marching band baton, complete with actual marching and a hum in her voice. One wonders what would happen if this world allowed musical numbers like a Disney flick.
"WELLLLLLL! You're as gorgeous as a moonlit night resting upon the darkest waters that hold hidden treasures, your voice matches that of a tempestuous demigodess who pretends not to care for the ways of mortals, your eyeshadow reminds me of a meadow of violets that are beginning their final submission into winter's foray..."
And if not stopped, she can and will keep going.
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"Okay, time-out, Pink," she said. "You really think about all those things?"
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She still wasn't quite used to it.
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