March Event and Intro Log

[magicademymods]

March Event and Intro Log Golem On The Loose The rain never stops. Water and mud track all over campus. Diligent cleaning golems stomp about, mopping and scrubbing and polishing and then going back to do it all over again, and again, and again... One of them seems to have had it. The renegade golem bursts into Kedrigan Hall -- interrupting classes and disrupting labwork to furiously seize students and scrub every last scrap of mud and dirt off of them. All the halls have been locked off with "Under Cleaning" signs, and anyone who enters them meets with the golem's wrath, as it violently plays a pre-recorded message about not interfering with groundskeeping and deploys a giant claw-like tool to grab the interloper and put them back on unforbidden ground. The professors, who are after all completely immune to the golem's attention by its very design, seem to think this is a good learning opportunity for students. Is it? Horrible Spell Doom? "Are you sure you're ready for the test on Advanced Gaseous Discovery?" one upperclassman asks the other. "Of course I'm sure," the second says confidently. Whipping out a wand from a holster on her belt, she sweeps her wand through the air gracefully, pronouncing several Osmarian sigils as she draws them. Probably. "See, that's a blue cloud--" Said blue cloud, which puffs into being as the last syllable left her lips, abruptly doubls in size. Then it doubles in size again. And again. The upperclassmen, who have been in Diatu for several years and know exactly what this sort of thing means, don't hesitate. Not even stopping to share a glance between them, they run like crazy, leaving the growing cloud behind just as classes let out and students begin to enter the halls. But... surely it doesn't have any weird and wacky side effects, right? The Bala-inlota Parade (aka The Non-Horrible Prompt) To celebrate the start of the Bala-inlota season, Anastara spares no expense. The great parade and associated festival stretches the whole weekend, and the whole city puts on their colors and turns out for the fun. Enterprising vendors sell food, drinks, and souvenirs ranging from small and crude figurines to magical constructs that shine field displays onto flat surfaces so you can watch the action up-close! (Good luck affording that, students.) Practically any sort of entertainment you could want appears on the streets and canals of Anastara, and food and drink flow freely. Research On the Sundered With the arrival of the Sundered come those wizards engaged in research on their presence here, now set to investigate what brought them here and how to get them home. All newly-arrived Sundered students are asked to meet with representatives of the research team, to introduce themselves and relate what they will of their homes. In addition, the team requests samples of blood, hair, and skin -- carefully magically collected, and the researchers will sign in the presence of the Sundered a Glyphed contract that forbids them from using the samples for a purpose they know will be harmful. (They quite understand your reasons to be suspicious of this collection! And they will not compel anyone who refuses even given these conditions.) This month, the team has developed a Sundering spell that they warn is crude and unpolished, because the Curriculum is so unpracticed. They hope it will connect to your home worlds and establish a magical link they can build off of to open further passages. No promises! And to those who do undergo this spellwork... it has a certain side effect of confusion, as brief images from your home world flicker across your vision for a few hours afterwards. Wonders Await Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. Have fun!

A Special Note

If you thread out one or more scenes based on the confusion from "Research on the Sundered", respond to the comment on this post with a link to that thread. The results of this will be revealed next month! (It is, we're afraid, not a regain, lest your participation be based solely on that hope!)

Comments

Research on the Sundered

[nomoremistergneissguy]

[It's not a vision he hits, but a person. Cliff, however, is the sturdy sort, and he just kind of laughs off the fact that this guy just hit him in the chest. No harm, no foul, though if another punch is thrown, he'll try to catch it.]

I did, do you feel better now? What's going on, you fall out of the wrong side of bed or something?

[Cliff has probably heard about the research going on, but he hasn't connected two and two yet...]

[thirdpint]

[Sora jerks abruptly at that, shaking his head and taking a step back. Where'd this guy come from? He definitely hadn't been there before; it'd just been all those Nobodies. Bewildered, he looks down the hallway before his distracted mind finally catches up to the situation at hand.]

Oh, uh, sorry! I thought... [he trails off with a frown and a scratch of his cheek, looking the guy up and down. Definitely not a Dusk, but he could've sworn he saw one in his place just a moment ago.]

...I thought you were somebody else, I guess? I really didn't mean to hit you, though! There were these, uh... these weird noodly things around... [hm. Upon further consideration it sounds kind of ridiculous trying to explain it. Even more ridiculous considering they don't seem to be around anymore.] Geez, maybe I just didn't get enough sleep or something.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Hey, hey, it's okay, it's not like you hurt me or anything! [Cliff lifts his hands at that, in attempt to be soothing. He nods as the guy goes on.]

Yeah, new place, it's hard to get a good night's sleep if you're not used to it. It just doesn't sound like home, huh? You sure you gonna be okay?

[At least he doesn't seem to think you're a weirdo. Right? Cliff shakes his head, grinning ruefully.] So did you just get here too? I don't think I've even been in this world for two weeks yet. It's confusing.

[thirdpint]

I guess so... [It's weird, though, he could've sworn they were really there. He still not-so-subtly glances around the hallway even as he speaks, but regardless of whether or not they were there to begin with they definitely seemed to have vanished for the moment.]

Huh? [Distracted as he is, the question catches him off guard for just a second before he quickly dismisses it.] Oh, yeah, I'll be fine! I go to new worlds all the time, it's just... this one is weirder than normal, I guess?

[No keyblade and no way back, and all. Still, he laughs it off. At least here Donald can't get after him for breaking the world order; almost everybody is from a different world.]

So I'm totally with you on the confusing part. I've gotten lost like ten times already. But, uh, maybe it won't be as bad when I'm... less new... [he doubts it though. There's a reason he's not usually the one keeping track of all their maps and schedules and all.]

[nomoremistergneissguy]

You do? Dude, you're gonna have to tell me about that sometime, this is the only other one I've ever been to--though my siblings went off to another world without me, recently.

[And to judge by Cliff's reaction, that galls him more than a little bit. Oh well, he can have adventures here, and he plans to!]

I get lost too, but I think that's partly because I don't have my powers here either. Hard to get lost with earth sense, you know the directions and where you've been, too. [He shakes his head at that and grins, then shrugs. C'est la vie, right?] I figure I'll get my bearings soon enough. I hope so, at least.

[thirdpint]

[Sora laughs a little.] It's a really long story, but alright. One day I totally will. And, hey, who knows, maybe they'll take us to field trips on other worlds or something while we're here. It's a magic school, right?

[He feels like he might be setting his expectations too high, though. In any case, he tilts his head a bit as Cliff continues.]

Earth sense? What's that? Can you, like... sense rocks? [He realizes upon saying it how absolutely ridiculous it sounds.] Or, uh, talk to trees? Or something?

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Yeah, it's a magic school. And field trips to other worlds would be cool! Yeah, I can look for you at the cafeteria or something, right? If I can catch you during lunch, eat and tell stories and it all works, right?

[It might sound weird to say, but with the way Cliff starts nodding, some part of that is right.]

Yeah. Feel rocks, and some rocks always project magnetic north, right? So it's like always having a compass in my head. Except here, I don't, so getting lost is a lot easier. [The word 'project' isn't the one he really wants, but it's the easiest way to put it, he thinks.]