August Event Log

[magicademymods]

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?

Comments

[stillnewatthis]

Well. I could contribute a coin or two, but I need to be sure we get them back. Louie just gave me my pay and I need that.

[woo_oo]

... Louie pays you? To do what?

[stillnewatthis]

I work for his delivery company! [Orisa is very happy, and very proud, to tell Webby this.] My presence is vital to its success.

[woo_oo]

[She wants to be happy for them both, buuut...]

... And what does he do, for the company?

[stillnewatthis]

He is the owner and manager. He handles things like advertising, making arrangements to accept parcels, employee relations, and so forth!

[woo_oo]

[Oh, that does sound like a legitimate - waaaaait.]

Employee relations? Who else works for him?

[stillnewatthis]

It is only me but it might be more people sometime. I try to be fast and efficient but I am only one omnic.

[woo_oo]

... Last question.

How much money does he keep from what you earn?

[stillnewatthis]

[Orisa holds up a finger, brightly.] I am salaried!

[woo_oo]

What does that mean?

[stillnewatthis]

My pay is not based on commission. I work, I get paid!

[woo_oo]

Hm.

[Alas, Webby doesn't know too much about business to poke any further holes in this logic for now.]

I guess if you're both okay with it, it all works out!

[stillnewatthis]

I am happy to work for pay and be able to afford nice things every once in a while. It is not in my programming but failing to adapt to these new circumstances would be highly detrimental.