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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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V would have loved to say that this behaviour was surprising, but V had been on the airship with Blackwing, two cats, and countless mice. Of course, then there was always the issue of Belkar versus Windstriker. But it was obvious to V that the horse came out the clear winner in that case. This presumption comes mostly from having met the vile little halfing.

But that was neither here nor there. What was here was this odd place and what was there was... Willard. Blackwing was Elven Gods only know where, and instead V had... Willard. Who at the moment looked rather much like a bobcat trying to convince the world it was a tiger. And failing. Oh, Willard was making a fairly good showing of himself in the pecking - or should that be clawing - order, but there was no imagination strong enough to make that actually look like even a poorly drawn tiger, let alone a competent one.

Orientation Week/Magic Mayhem
[Peridot is over the moon about those snowshoes. Sure, they're not the most practical things... But they reach higher than the substitute limb enhancers Steven had given her, back home! She's far too excited to be tall(er) again, and in her giddy mucking about through the snow, it's all too easy for the Gem to slip and fail to catch herself.

Someone else does, though - whether it's intentional or not. Oops.]

...Ugh.

Familiar Follies
Cornelius, stop trying to light the other familiars on fire!

[Oh god make him stop. Seriously, Peridot has no idea how to handle this foot-tall flame and his displays of fire - displays that he intentionally brings very close to any other familiar that wanders by. And some non-familiars that he may mistake for the real thing.]

Okay, snow... was not an ideal condition for Xion. For one thing all that white made the all black coat really stand out. For another thing, when Xion slipped away from the group looking for a place to hide... someone might have left footprints. And then got horribly lost.

Dare you follow those odd booted prints away from the main group?

Orientation Week - Locked to Ka

[So, she belongs to Ka, eh? She has no issues with this! A forbidden, lost art suits her perfectly. She's headed to the dorms to check over everything, only to find out that she doesn't live in the Spirals like all the other students. She and the other Ka live in Makerion Keep, a haunted former fortress.

CAN THIS DAY GET ANY BETTER?!

She's swinging from the rafters, calling out and not noticing her fellow students just yet.]

C'mon, come out already! I promise you can haunt me and I won't mind! I live with a ghost back home! ... I mean, kind of, he doesn't "live" with us, he's dead. You get the idea.

Oreintation Week - Locked to Lena

[With 'home' settled, it's time to explore the rest of the grounds. Webby's so excited she wants to explore every single inch of every place. She giggles to herself, running around, and nothing could possibly distract her -

Except a very familiar shade of violet.

She stops in her tracks. Absolutely freezes. Did she see...?

Slowly - very slowly - she turns her head, not daring to hope, as she'd been hoping every night in the McDuck mansion. Her breath catches, and suddenly everything else is forgotten. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is uncharacteriascally quiet and shaky.]

... Le... Lena?

Familiar Follies

[Again, it's exploration time, but for a whole new reason. She's checking behind curtains, under tables, calling out...]

Jorry! Here, Jorry! Where did you go? Aw, if I lose my familiar on my first day, I bet I'm gunna get in so much trouble...

[She's only had her familiar for a handful of hours and has already fallen in love with it. Help her search?

... Also it's a snake. Also it might be slithering up your leg.]

Research On the Sundered

[So, here's the thing - when the wizards asked Webby to "relate what they will of their homes", she believed this required giving them the full details about one Scrooge McDuck. After all, he's a very important part of her world.

You, poor soul, see her get pushed out the door, at hour three of Scrooge-A-Thon.]

Hey! Wait! I didn't get to the part about Fort Duckberg and the Panama Canal!

[That's definitely a lock clicking on the other side. Webby bangs on the door a bit, indignant.]

I'll come back with a slideshow! ... A magic slide-show! And it'll have zombies!

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[Make your own prompt!]

Edited 2019-02-07 01:30 (UTC)

💀 orientation & magical mayhem.

[ if saya looks like hell it's because she's been through hell. one minute she's standing in the middle of an undead swarm and the next minute she's colder than colder and standing on the set of harry fucken potter. except not really. she's a pissed off popcicle and her first order of business is going to be heading to her dorm: purifel. she'll grab the fire tube in passing and aim it directly at the ground in front of her, clearing the snow without so much as breaking a sweat. ]

Move [ she scowls. ] first degree burns are no joke. [ ... ] Not to mention this thing doesn't have an off switch, so I'll say it once more... move.

💀 familiar follies.

[ her familiar, bonsey, has taken the form of a cat, and he's currently sitting in front of saya while she thumbs through a book. she doesn't seem to paying him any mind, but she's occasionally peering at him from over the edge of the book. why, because she knows what he's up to. unlike most of the familiars ( or so it seems ) he can talk, and he'd told her all about this hazing exercise earlier. ]

[ he'll wait until another stupid with a familiar comes by and the moment they're in range he's going to shake, rattle, and roll - his bones clattering together as he changes from small cat to large dragon - surprise! ]

[ saya lifts her book up a bit further, stifling a snort from behind it. ]

💀 wildcard.

Hit me up @respawnin321 on plurk if you're interested in something else.

Edited 2019-02-07 01:48 (UTC)

[ peridot can bet her gem butt it's not intentional. ] Just dropping in? [ though she might sound somewhat amused she's not, something the tick of her brow speaks to. though she considers dumping peridot on her ass she refrains, not interested in making an enemy in the first minute of her first day. she sets her down and folds her arms, her eyes lifting to a couple of the other students using the moon snowshoes. ]

Not a fan of the snow or something? It's not that bad.

Edited 2019-02-07 01:39 (UTC)

Oh for the power to use Bugsby's snow retrieving hand... Curse this utter lack of arcane energies. It was like being depleted of all spell slots and trancing had not helped. V was not a happy camper. So when Willard saw the flaming familiar, V suddenly had a Dragonturtle. Sort of. Instead of a mighty beast of the deep, Willard now resembled a large tortoise with hastily thrown together costume bits to try and make himself look more ferocious.

Mostly what he was trying, however, was V's patience.

However the most disappointingly impressive bit came when Willard tried to use the Dragonturtle's steam breath.... and mostly just spat out gouts of water in the general direction of Cornelius....

Yet Lady Saya I be hungry. Should I do not eat anon, then I shall with aroint to nought.

No. Shhhh. [ she reaches out and clamps her fingers over his beak. at the moment her familiar's taken the form of a bird and he's perched himself on her shoulder to complain. or, rather, he'd intended to set up a joke about being nothing but ~~skin and~~ bones, but she's not interested in hearing the punch line. ]

I don't want to- eh? [ she stills, feeling something crawling up her leg and- ] SNAKE! [ saya kicks her leg and sends the poor snake flying... hopefully straight into webby's arms. ]

Edited 2019-02-07 01:45 (UTC)

V was still unsure if participating in that research is wise, but seeing the odd duck...thing... getting pushed out was sadly familiar. What looked like a starling trying to pose as a raven was on V's shoulder, fake feathers drooping, as V approached.

"While the appearance is clearly from a formerly unknown plane, the complaint sounds eerily familiar. Would I be correct in my hypothesis that you were attempting to answer some question and that the people here are at least as impatient as the people in my own plane of existence are?"

Orientation Week/Magic Mayhem (I)
[This Valhudor student is quick to make a beeline through the snow and straight for his dormitory. Cold is bad - and he isn't sure about this specific kind of magic, either. Besides, while he's not new to sharing a room, he's new to sharing a room with new people. All his life, he's roomed with his brothers, after all.

He's excited to meet new friends, even if he won't admit that, because it sounds way too cheesy. Besides, with that excitement comes nerves, and it's easier to act detached. Potential rejection will be less harmful that way.

So when he enters the room where he'd be staying with up to four others, he avoids saying anything right away. Instead, he just settles into a chair with a contented sigh.]

Orientation Week/Magic Mayhem (II)
[He's got to leave the dorm eventually, and that means facing the snow... He's very short. This isn't going to be pretty, and a simple slip finds him lying on his back in a snowbank. He groans.]

Help?

[What a great way to start things off.]

► Orientation Week/Magic Mayhem

[ gathering his bearings in such a strange place took a bit of time, but eventually Lloyd was able to manage just fine on his own. it was disconcerting to not have his friends around, and he did wonder if they noticed he was missing in the first place, but worrying about those sorts of details will come after dinner. Lloyd's starving and he hasn't had any luck with finding the mess hall.

thankfully, the other students here were more than willing to lend a hand… in a way. almost as soon as he stepped out into the halls, Lloyd was given an umbrella to keep the snow off. he actually didn't mind the snow too much, especially since he didn't get to see it all that often, but he wasn't one to turn down someone else's kindness!

it's just a shame that he never seems to notice when his umbrella dumped a stupid amount of snow on any poor sap that happened to cross paths with him. his poor brain's been overtaken by his stomach. ]

Where's the cafeteria around here…?

► Research on the Sundered

[ if there's one thing Lloyd is all for, it's about getting home as quickly as possible. it's not that he dislikes the school or (perish the thought) is actually bored of it! but he does have a mission to do back home, one that's fairly important and a little time-sensitive. so while playing the role of magic student, he will absolutely be helping the wizards do what they can to help those like him -- so long as it's humane.

he's fresh out of a spell session in this instance, none worse for the wear… except those who were around him when he first went for the tests will notice his hair is becoming several shades redder — and thanks to his hair sticking up in every direction away from his face, he doesn't even notice.

he spots a familiar face as he lingers in the hall: one of the folks that also volunteered to help with spell testing. perhaps you? ]

Hey! You just got done?

► Wonders await

[ the wildcard option! i can do either prose or brackets; whatever you're comfortable with! ♥ ]

Edited 2019-02-07 01:52 (UTC)

[Did someone say snake? Webby lifts her head - and, hey, good aim! Right into her arms!]

There you are, Jorry! You gave me a scare.

[Sssss. Jorry slides up her arm, and Webby bounces over to the girl, oblivious to the fact that it was violence that reunited her with her friend, not just good timing.]

Thanks for finding Jorry! I was looking everywhere for her!

Webby blinked, surprised to have company. But within seconds, she was cheerful. "Oh, yeah! They were asking about my home world, and I was trying to give them all the helpful details..."

A little shrug. She has no idea why they would cut her off.

"Maybe if I compile it into something handier they'd have an easier time of it. Like a research textbook!"

[Peridot can't help thinking, in the back of her mind, that most humans she's met aren't this intimidating. She doesn't really think of the fact that she's only met three humans so far. Regardless, she keeps it together enough to cast an unimpressed look at her unintentional hero.]

The point isn't to avoid the snow, really. It's about increasing my stature.

Augh!

[A protective instinct Peridot hadn't realized she had kicks in, and she jumps between Willard and Cornelius, resulting in a very wet, very grumpy Gem.]

Can't you control that?

[That's... Not hypocritical at all...]

Have an odd looking stick figure elf with what looks like a parrot masquerading as a raven on one shoulder. Snow was not a thing one dealt with much in a stick figure comic, except in backstory. Still, it beat the plane of ranch dressing.

An odd three fingered hand was offered down to aid the odd strange creature.

V was still new to this teamwork thing, but hey, someone was trying.

"Can you not control your own?" V asked, a brow raising. Vaarsuvius was not one to balk at pointing out hypocrisy.

👑 orientation week & magical mayhem.

[ as soon as he realizes what's going on he's going to be doling out apologies. he didn't know that this thing was doing more than keeping his head clear of snow, but he supposes he should have known that the stuff had to go somewhere or... something. he doesn't think about it for too long and, instead, closes the umbrella and... now he's covered in snow. he shakes his head, unable to keep from laughing, because this is just plain ridiculous. ]

[ later on he'll be at the aer et calculum dorms looking to get settled and introduce himself to his housemates. oh, and his familiar, peregrin! who is a cat. yep. just a normal cat. there's nothing strange to see here. certainly not a set of fins and a fish tail. ]

👑 research on the sundered.

I... I can't believe this. [ but he should. nothing should surprise him anymore. he shakes his head and just accepts the fact that he's more or less become a walking rave. the side effect he's got is that his already crazy hair has become a multi color light show. at least it's just for a day??? ]

At least I don't need to invest in a flashlight. [ not that he thought he'd need one in a world full of magic, but, hey, he's got to look at some kind of bright side. ]

[ he leaves and notices that he's not the only one to have agreed to being tested on, so he turns to you, ] Never again, [ he cracks a small smile. ] amirite? [ he's half kidding. ]

👑 wildcard.

[ surprise me! or hit me up @respawnin321 on plurk for some plotting. ]

Edited 2019-02-07 02:20 (UTC)

Yup.

[Peridot is similarly focused on returning home. She also doesn't see how much actual damage a spell could do to her, longterm, considering her unique form. So she'd volunteered. She recognizes Llyod from waiting to be called in, though she hadn't paid enough mind to him to really notice that his hair color has changed - just that something looks different - so she just kind of squints at him for a bit. She moves to take a step closer to further investigate, but her legs seem to involuntarily take an additional step when she does so.]

...What just happened?

"Scribing a tome is often a useful venture, the harder task is generally getting those who took intelligence as a dump stat to both read and comprehend it. If that is both the nature of the questioning and the response I suspect my next several hours will be better spent in other pursuits. It grows tiring to deal with those who ask questions with answers their limited intelligence could not possibly comprehend."

Peridot glared at V, crossing her arms. "If I could, I'd be doing that!"

She took a deep breath, to try and calm herself. "Clearly we need to keep them separated."

Not the most reliable method out there. It seems like most of the stuff getting passed around is crap. [ ok, maybe not crap per say, but it's not all working as intended. or maybe it is. she shouldn't be surprised the newbies are being hazed. sigh. ]

Just invest in a pair of platform shoes or something. [ ... ] But who cares about being tall. There's nothing much doing up here.

"Or I am not the only one who needs to work on their relationship with their familiar."

V admitting that work had to be done is a huge step, okay?

"Willard, that's enough."

The tortoise thing looked back reluctantly.

"Shiny." Something very much learned from Blackwing.

Willard turned into what looked like a robin trying desperately to be a raven. "We are going to find shinies?"

"Apparently so," V said, dryly. "Perhaps there is a gem shop around here somewhere...."

[ she looks ticked for about half a second, realizing that the stupid snake belongs to another student. oops. ] I think he found me. [ stares down the snake. ] He needs to learn about personal boundaries. [ don't do it again, hssss. ]

Don't mention it. [ really. don't. it hadn't been intentional. ] 'tis nice to meet thou. [ he familiar chimes in, taking a sweeping bow with his wing. ] Yeah, [ saya jerks a thumb at the bony bird. ] what he said.

Curious, Webby leaned forward, hands behind her back.

"Is there any way I can help you? I know we're probably from different places, so I don't know much about yours and you don't know much about mine... but it never hurts to have an extra pair of hands!"

Although she did pause for thought and wondered if, with magic, you COULD get an extra pair of hands.

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