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February Event and Intro Log

Orientation Week/Magic Mayhem

The campus of Diatu Magicademy stretches out before you, confused and chaotic and surging with energy. Where are you headed? To your dorm or suite, to get settled? Maybe you need some food now? Wherever you head off to as your first stop, you have to deal with the snow. Helpful or proud students are passing out various magical remedies to get you where you need to be -- umbrellas with a nasty tendency to dump snow directly onto other people nearby, an iron tube that projects fire but appears to have no off switch, snowshoes that keep you slightly too high off the snow and thus provide no friction for stopping...

Familiar Follies

Familiars do not harass or harm each other as a rule -- but that doesn't mean they have no pecking order, and the week of Orientation finds them all jockeying for status and position as suits them. This can take the form of pranks, displays, competitions, or simple physical assertiveness towards each other. The goal is simply to be seen as superior by the student body. New wizards especially may find themselves surprised at this behavior of their familiars...

Research On the Sundered

Wonders Await

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[Going against expectations, she does not let go of his hand as she works with him to get him back on his feet. Rather, Takane actually grasps it more firmly. Not to be charming or smooth or whatever nonsense... but because he is starting to float upward once more. Oh dear.]

Might you consider ridding yourself of those snow shoes...? [She asks with gentle sincerity, not even a drop of sarcasm in her voice.] If I am permitted to be so frank, it would seem that trudging through the snow banks may be a more effective means of getting to our destinations, rather than attempting to make use of these offerings.

[As soon as he positions himself upright, he feels her tightened grip simultaneously with his slipping feet, and he grasps tighter as well in response. His eyes widen in surprise, forgetting that those snowshoes had been the cause of this mishap in the first place, but eternally grateful for her foresight in preventing another embarrassing fall.]

I do believe you may be right about that... I doubt my ability to take a single step properly in these.

[That said, how to remove them now that he's in this awkward position... Sitting back down is probably the best course of action, but he's going to attempt to slowly lower himself, trying to steady his balance, to see if he can discard them without having to do so.]

[Ah yes, it would probably not be that desirable to sink back into the snow that he fell in. She can understand that. She tries to support him as best she could using their joined hands, a bit reminiscent of holding onto a surface at half one's height to remove shoes while standing. All things considered, despite her dainty appearance, she has a surprising amount of strength; her arm remaining steady.

But, snow is slippery. Especially when one was ill-dressed in preparation for this sort of climate, having been in a coastal town before being whisked to this world; heels were more unwieldy than they already were when each step leads to sinking knee-deep into snow. A misstep sliding further than she'd like, and Takane herself loses her footing.]

Ah.

[Aaaaand they're falling. They Tried.]

[He realizes in the same moment that they start to fall that this was a bad decision, and he regrets it, but too late. Gravity works quickly, of course, but he does what he can to take responsibility for this action. He pulls her forward a bit before releasing her hands to instead support her shoulders as they fall so that he might cushion it for her.

Thankfully, the snow does the same for him somewhat. He winces at the impact, but all things considered, it could have been much worse. Nonetheless, it is his fault that she was dragged into this.]

I'm terribly sorry about this... Are you all right?

[Takane braces herself for impact, holding the stranger's books close to her chest, but rather than any mildly painful thud or what-have-you, she's surprised that she doesn't really feel much of anything. When her eyes open, she can easily deduce that the thick blanket of snow, along with another body in between that, has softened the brunt of being re-introduced to the ground.

Hm, warm. It actually reminds her that while they were mostly unharmed, they're now more covered in snow and as a result, even more cold. Herself, especially. She really hopes they'll provide a coat and other weather-adequate clothing, free of random magical pranks... Despite the instinct to shiver a bit, she's doing well in maintaining her usual decorum.

At his question, she raises her upper body slightly by pushing herself off the ground with her free hand, in order to respond with a reassuring, albeit sheepish smile, a nonverbal indication that apologies were not needed. What's personal space?]

With thanks to you, I am. I saw to it that your tomes are unharmed as well. [She's quite proud of herself.] While we're already down, I suppose you're in optimal circumstances to have those mischievous things away with now. Otherwise, I believe we may spend the rest of the day taking turns at asking one another if we are all right.

[A soft giggle ends her last sentence, still able to find enough levity to joke around with a light heart despite the frustrating turns of misfortune that insists on befalling them.]

You didn't have to be so considerate...

[He says in regards to her protecting his books, but he is rather touched by the sentiment nonetheless. In fact, this whole situation... gives him cause to blush. Thankfully, the chill in the air makes the color of his cheeks a natural response, but that doesn't stop him from feeling self-conscious about it. When she mentions the snowshoes again, however, it takes his mind off of such things.]

Ah, you are correct. [He pushes himself back a bit to allow himself room to do so before working to remove them.] Now all that remains of the matter is what to do with such worthless rubbish. I can't imagine anyone would have an actual use for them... but I can't very well leave them here.

[Oh well. Once both of them are off, he is able to comfortably get to his feet, finally, and he adds the snowshoes to his small pile of belongings to carry with him. After he's sure that they are secured, he holds his free hand out to offer assistance should she need any.]

We should perhaps head back to the main hall for now... At least, until our clothes can dry.

[Takane, in contrast, seems rather oblivious to this gentleman's bout of self-consciousness, though she does provide enough courtesy to move off of him to give him adequate space, to defeat those sinister snowshoes. She waits patiently as he gets that sorted out, patting the snow off her head and shoulders in the meanwhile.

Minding her etiquette as always, she nods and accepts the offered hand, helping herself to her feet. Yes, the main hall may be the best course of action, for the time being. Seeing that he has quite the heavy load to carry, so she opts to hold onto the books she had picked up on his behalf.]

One's trash is another man's treasure. Waste not, want not. These are commonly used idioms that sum up an aspect of the culture towards material objects the country I was residing in, before I had been whisked to this world. With a bit of creativity and time, perhaps an opportunity or bout of inspiration shall arise where they will be of more value.

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