October Event Log

[magicademymods]

October Event Log Fall Cleaning Suddenly and without warning, the lighting in or near every building on campus goes red. A second later, a deep alarm rises in volume as the buildings begin to shake. The faculty barely bat an eye as they direct students to get outside quickly. "Fall cleaning," they explain wearily to those students who have never experienced this phenomenon. Older students offer their own explanation as they move: at some point every fall the buildings of the Magicademy rearrange themselves so the cleaning golems can repair their foundations, tend to the ground around them, keep them from sinking into the caverns, that sort of thing. Totally harmless. Well, until you realize no one knows where your House tower went. Or till you need to get to class promptly except Kedrigan Hall is in the middle of a lake somehow. Or till the Library of Starchime is down in the middle of the lab caverns and you have to try to study while students practice magic in the aisles. But it's okay! This will only last for a couple of days! You can get by, right? The Bonfire To say goodbye to the warmth and hello to the frost, the Magicademy celebrates the changing of seasons with a great bonfire. A massive conglomeration of burning wood sends flame licking up some sixty feet into the air, and the warmth pouring from the huge fire wards off any hint of cold from those nearby. By tradition, the bonfire burns till morning, and many students have bedrolls or tents or even straight-out beds parked nearby so they can take their spot in keeping it lit. Others have brought food and drink, enough to selflessly share with everyone. The whole things is one big party, really; House rivalries and personal animosities and music duels are all set aside for a night as the campus unites in solidarity. It's one of the nicer times you could ask for. This Is Halloween Bad news. Terrible news. The worst news imaginable. Headmaster Birony has found out about Halloween. Diatu Magicademy is nothing but orange and black now. Carved pumpkins wander the campus and aggressively pose for anyone who glances their way (or doesn't...). Spiderwebs litter every hallways and passage, complete with spiders that patiently move their webs out of the way and sincerely apologize for the inconvenience with a sort of weariness that says they know exactly who to blame for this. A twelve-foot-high menorah sits in the Great Hall, leading some to suspect that the Headmaster's Intimations to learn more about the holiday did not produce universally-accurate results. Headmaster Birony herself patrols the grounds like a madwoman, slinging extra spookiness wherever she passes and occasionally Discovering costumes straight onto the innocent students she passes. "Spirit of the season!" she yells before fleeing, candy and toilet paper left behind in her path. If by this point you are questioning whether the Headmaster ever does actual work, rest assured you're not the first, nor will you be the last, to wonder that. Research on the SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!) SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!) This month's assignment, for those willing to undertake it: actually nothing disastrous! Instead, the researchers ask that you compare your world to another Sundered student's, then report back to them on the differences and similarities. They're most interested in magic styles, but anything you give them will have value!

Comments

[noasark]

"Hahhh..." Ohhhh Atem would destroy him he's sure...

Perhaps not literally, but. "I would say we're....acquainted," he says carefully. "That's about it."

[woo_oo]

"Tell me about them! What are they like? Do they need to wear wrappings to keep up their decaying flesh?" She needs deets, man!

[noasark]

Ahahahaaaa...

"...They definitely aren't decaying," is all he says, crossing his arms while amusement plays across his face. "They look quite alive, I assure you~"

[woo_oo]

"What are they like, then? Don't spare any details, tell me everything, down to the last inch!"

[noasark]

Hahahaaaaa

"I do recall that I was supposed to talk about my world not one person...you have yet to tell me anything of yours for that matter..."

Expertly dodged!

[woo_oo]

"Oh, right!" Easily distracted, she began to ramble.

"One time Uncle Scrooge took us to Egypt to discover the hidden pyramid of Toth-Ra! Me and Louie got separated from the others and went through all kinds of death traps - it was awesome!"

[noasark]

Expertly. Dodged.

"Toth-Ra? Hmm. A pyramid to two deities then?" Noa comments idly. "...Death traps..?"

He knows damn well that 'real' Pyramids are just Boring as sin inside.

Maybe he IS jealous.

[woo_oo]

"No, just the one! And there was this hidden underground city full of people that only got to see the sun every once in a while, because they thought it was Toth-Ra's will. But it was actually this one priest who was manipulating them so he could keep all the riches for himself."

All said with calmness and cheer.

[noasark]

"Just one?" Huh. "...Interesting. 'Thoth' and 'Ra' were different gods in Egyptian lore..."

Ah. Hmm. A city though. "...And what are they doing now?"

[woo_oo]

"Well, we managed to free them, so they're enjoying the surface world." Webby answered. "Nice bunch of people!"

[noasark]

"They adjusted that quickly? That's impressive," he remarks with a blink. "How long were they under there?"

[woo_oo]

"Their entire lives, ever since the city was founded centuries ago." Webby answered without skipping a beat.

[noasark]

Uh,

Hm. "...I don't suppose there were people to help them adjust after that..."

[woo_oo]

"Uncle Scrooge took care of that! He felt it was his responsibility. And now they're under his employ!"

[noasark]

Huh!

"Oh. That's fairly impressive, hiring an entire city... ...That's very responsible of him then."

[woo_oo]

Webby beams, extremely proud of him. "Uncle Scrooge is always responsible, and always impressive! There's nothing he can do, and nothing he can't make money off of!"

[noasark]

Hahaaaaaa, he's started a heck of a hero worship moment he sees. "Ah... ...That last part sounds almost greedy." It does sound greedy, he's being Slightly nice about his comment.

[woo_oo]

"It probably is," she admitted. Hey, she wasn't blind to all of Scrooge's faults. "After all, he's the richest person in the world!"

[noasark]

Woah.

"...Define 'richest'. How much does he have to his name exactly..?"

[woo_oo]

"That's technically not possible to define," she answered. "Because he has so many businesses, investments, franchises, he's always making money, so the amount is constantly changing."

[noasark]

Well, he supposes that makes sense but... "...There isn't even an estimate..?"

Welcome to McDuck Problems, Noa.

[woo_oo]

A pause for thought. "Well, I suppose it would be around... one multiplujillion, nine obsquatumatillion, six hundred twenty-three dollars and sixty-two cents."

Yes, this is canon. Technically.

[noasark]

Uh.

Hm.

"...Normally...I would say those aren't real numbers." But. "....But you're also a duck, and where I'm from, ducks don't talk. So they're probably real." He hates this.

Noa sighs, and rubs his head. "I'll just assume it's... A lot."

[woo_oo]

"And he made it by being tougher than the toughies, smarter than the smarties, and sharper than the sharpies, and he made it square!" Every word is pride!

[noasark]

Someone is a fan.

"He said that word for word didn't he."