All forests are magic.

[daughterofclay]

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.
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^{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 chaotic the merrier :>b]]

Comments

srs prompt is srs

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

Isabel's brows flew up, even as her own familiar trots over to touch noses with the other cat, ears and whiskers held forward in friendly fashion. Sometimes, Chaos is far more the statesman than his mistress. This is one of those times.

"Um, really I just thought something was in the tree. I did see you there, but..." Flustered and put on the spot! She can't help but babble, but she tries, but then gives up and shrugs.

"Didn't mean anything by it, honest. Though you've sure got skill!" Luckily Isabel's not the type to give a hollow compliment.

not very serious

[healingincantation]

Rapunzel is confused, to say the least - she's only just arrived at the party, and Judge is the only familiar face she spots off the bat. So, moving with clear uncertainty, she edges around the circle of people over to Jude.

"Hello," she says softly, leaning down toward the other girl. "What are we doing?"

Srs Prompt

[king_of_egypt]

"Oh!... uh.. sorry-" Atem finally found his tongue as he sheepishly placed a hand to the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to stare but... I guess that is what I ended up doing." He'd only been looking for a little quiet corner of the campus to rest for a bit when he'd happened upon the girl and that magnificent tree. The brilliant foliage had caught his attention first, but the way she had woven her magic had also been mesmerizing. What followed..... he knew he shouldn't have seen but by that point it was far too late.

"Never seen a spell.... quite like that."

SRS

[temptationaccomplished]

[I was going to try the not srs one, but I couldn't find a way rn to make sending a adult male-presenting being to a teen girl's party not weird.]

The figure is just vague enough that gender is ambiguous. Or maybe that's an angel's interpretation of a human-like shape made from a non-human source, but he likes to think that with those fiery leaves canopied above and that coronet of rusted-gold, the figure looks almost angelic. Almost. Like maybe it once was. He imagines it to have equally reddish leaves for hair, and can see in it the Greek's nymphs and understands for once how they might have captivated the imagination.

Aziraphale looks embarrassed enough for the both of them, at having been caught staring at the magical topiary and shuffles awkwardly with his hands folded over his stomach, fidgeting.

"I'm very sorry," he says, intruding a bit closer. "I didn't mean to intrude. But that really is marvelous and...extraordinarily beautiful. Is it supposed to be someone?"