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]

Is there any way Cash can speak to this rat? I do not want to cause it any pain, so a peaceful resolution would be best. [Look, Louie, you can help your friend EVEN MORE.]

[talkyourwayout]

Well...

[Hearing his name, Cash has scurried down from Louie's shoulder, under his shirt and through his sleeve.]

He wouldn't help me get back my inkwell cork a few days ago, but I think he was just giving me a hard time. Maybe he'll cooperate this time...?

[A questioning glance at his familiar. Do rats smile? It sure looks like Cash may have, before climbing down all the way and heading towards the cage.]

...Huh.

[stillnewatthis]

Thank you, Cash! You are also a good friend!

[The lesson here may be entirely too subtle.]

[talkyourwayout]

[Yeah, no, she needs to stop saying that stuff. It's making him feel really uncomfortable. As Cash works on retrieving the coin, Louie shuffles his webbed feet against the grass.]

You didn't spend it yet?

[An abrupt question, but the thought had only just occurred to him.]

[stillnewatthis]

I do not need many things for myself, so I am saving for a rainy day. [Or just possibly to do nice things for her friends...]

[talkyourwayout]

Huh.

I guess being a robot means a lot of savings, huh?

[Cash returns with the coin, and heads over to Orisa with it.]

Hey, it worked.

[stillnewatthis]

Certainly more than I had before. I did not need income so I did not obtain it. Here, however, things are different and I must work for my living!

[Orisa's delight is so palpable it practically lights up the school as Cash pops back out. She lowers her hand so the rat can run on it.]

Now you two are MY heroes!

[talkyourwayout]

It wasn't a big deal, Orisa.

[Man, life was easier when she was less of a friend and more of a bodyguard-slash-employee.

You know. Earlier that day.

But Orisa's happiness is endearing, whether he likes it or not.]

But you're welcome.

[stillnewatthis]

It is a big deal to me.

[Even if Louie hadn't done all that much, he had helped and supported her. She could ask for nothing better.]

[talkyourwayout]

Oh, well... Cool, then.