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diatu2019-09-03 04:50 pm
daughterofclay) wrote in diatu2019-09-03 04:50 pm
All forests are magic.
Who: Jude and YOU
Where: Various
When: backdated to sometime in late August
What: unorthodox gardening and party games, not at the same time
Warnings: underage drinking
SRS PROMPT
Somewhere within the Magicademy grounds, under a tree that looks like it’s on fire, there sits a Jude. Her familiar, Silverfrost, is lounging lazily among the top branches.
She’s concentrating, wand in hand. After a minute, she will start drawing sigils in the air, along with the requisite incantations. Nothing happens for a while -- almost too long a time. Then, suddenly, the red leaves shiver, even though there is no wind on this fine evening. Little by little, the tree begins to...morph -- or rather, grow, specific branches sprouting forth and intertwining with a specific purpose.
It’s the silhouette of a person, though it’s abstract enough to require some interpretation. Still, if you look at it from a certain angle, it’s possible to make out a torso, an arm, an elegant hand resting against the curve of a cheek. The facial features are mere suggestions, but a wreath of leaves winds itself around the sculpture’s head, like a coronet made of rust-stained gold.
Silverfrost gives a soft trill, disturbed from his nap by the movement of branches, and makes his way down to the ground. Which is also the exact moment Jude looks up from her work, her eyes meeting that of her observer. Judging by the sharp look she gives them, she was not expecting company.Judging by the faint flush on her face, she may be... embarrassed?
“...yes?”
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NOT VERY SRS PROMPT
How does Jude end up at these parties? Who knows. More importantly, who cares. She certainly doesn’t, which may be attributable to the fact that she is, for once in her life, quite drunk.
Quite. Drunk.
It also appears as if someone has somehow obtained (stolen? bought? faked?) one of those Intimation Crystals the Sundering Researchers were using for that experiment some time ago. Or at least a device very much like it. The point is, it will light up if you lie, so you shouldn’t lie1.
Why would this be important? Because currently, the crystal is in Jude’s hand. She sets down her goblet, faces the loose circle of people spread across the room, and pronounces:
“Never have I ever cheated on a test.”
Time to drink up.
_____
1. Disclaimer: Crystal may not be a genuine article, approved or tested by magicians who knew what they are doing. Device may require a licensed operator. Improper use may result in false positive readings, ruined nights, drunken fisticuffs, the uncontrollable need to sneeze, stubbed toes, bad hair, and/or death. Please enjoy responsibly.
[[OOC: So as may be obvious, this is a game of Never Have I Ever! If anyone wants to threadhop around on this prompt and react to other people’s answers/questions, please do! The morechaotic the merrier :>b]]
Where: Various
When: backdated to sometime in late August
What: unorthodox gardening and party games, not at the same time
Warnings: underage drinking
SRS PROMPT
Somewhere within the Magicademy grounds, under a tree that looks like it’s on fire, there sits a Jude. Her familiar, Silverfrost, is lounging lazily among the top branches.
She’s concentrating, wand in hand. After a minute, she will start drawing sigils in the air, along with the requisite incantations. Nothing happens for a while -- almost too long a time. Then, suddenly, the red leaves shiver, even though there is no wind on this fine evening. Little by little, the tree begins to...morph -- or rather, grow, specific branches sprouting forth and intertwining with a specific purpose.
It’s the silhouette of a person, though it’s abstract enough to require some interpretation. Still, if you look at it from a certain angle, it’s possible to make out a torso, an arm, an elegant hand resting against the curve of a cheek. The facial features are mere suggestions, but a wreath of leaves winds itself around the sculpture’s head, like a coronet made of rust-stained gold.
Silverfrost gives a soft trill, disturbed from his nap by the movement of branches, and makes his way down to the ground. Which is also the exact moment Jude looks up from her work, her eyes meeting that of her observer. Judging by the sharp look she gives them, she was not expecting company.
“...yes?”
----------------
NOT VERY SRS PROMPT
How does Jude end up at these parties? Who knows. More importantly, who cares. She certainly doesn’t, which may be attributable to the fact that she is, for once in her life, quite drunk.
Quite. Drunk.
It also appears as if someone has somehow obtained (stolen? bought? faked?) one of those Intimation Crystals the Sundering Researchers were using for that experiment some time ago. Or at least a device very much like it. The point is, it will light up if you lie, so you shouldn’t lie1.
Why would this be important? Because currently, the crystal is in Jude’s hand. She sets down her goblet, faces the loose circle of people spread across the room, and pronounces:
“Never have I ever cheated on a test.”
Time to drink up.
_____
1. Disclaimer: Crystal may not be a genuine article, approved or tested by magicians who knew what they are doing. Device may require a licensed operator. Improper use may result in false positive readings, ruined nights, drunken fisticuffs, the uncontrollable need to sneeze, stubbed toes, bad hair, and/or death. Please enjoy responsibly.
[[OOC: So as may be obvious, this is a game of Never Have I Ever! If anyone wants to threadhop around on this prompt and react to other people’s answers/questions, please do! The more