September Event Log

[magicademymods]

September Event Log Here's One For Free Something about the fall brings out the best in cooks, chefs, and vendors across Anastara, a flurry and frenzy of cooking, experimenting, and tasting that goes miles towards filling bellies left hungry by the hard work of comfortable days and the encroaching chill of cool nights. Bread and bread-relatives in particular take center stage this year, with pretzels, hoagies, buns, and pies coming out in immense quantity. The reason? Cheap cheap grain from the Efrecka Principality, where the court wizard advanced agriculture by leaps and bounds through the simple act of blessing the rains. In fact, such is the bounty that numerous restaurants, street vendors, and stall merchants have begun offering samples to the public, under the not-at-all-alarming principle of "the first one is free". And while this technique is actually producing dividends (unlike previous tactics of "an offer you can't refuse" and "those are nice kneecaps, it'd be a shame if someone broke them because you didn't buy a knave sandwich"), no one quite accounted for the interaction of magic-infused grain and whatever weirdness courses through the Sundered. So what happens? Well, ever heard of "potion miscibility" rules? Maybe you start breathing fire or acid. Maybe you're terribly flatulent, dizzy, confused, or inexplicably forgotten by gravity. Maybe something wonderful happens and you sprout awesome wings. Maybe something terrible happens and you sprout awesome wings from your nostrils. Whatever the case, you're on an adventure now, for however long this lasts... What Do I Look Like, A Charity Case? Unlike the vast majority of students, the Sundered don't come to the school with a lot of resources and more on the way from home as needed. Though by no means does anyone look down on them for this, the Magicademy recognizes this as an unfortunate disadvantage. After all, not every Sundered is suited for gainful employment in Anastara -- some of them look like dragons, for example, and some of them have the social graces of a pie to the face, if the pie was full of poo and artificial waffles. So the Magicademy has offered to pay the Sundered a fair and decent wage for various jobs around the school. Groundskeeping, for example, has fallen behind while Meliandre Tomekin has reluctantly taken her golem servitors offline for a much needed dezanyfication. Students can earn their way by wrangling leaves and plants trying to get ready for winter. For the more prideful, pairs of Sundered can give tours of the facilities to prospective students and their families. Headmaster Birony has an opening for a test dummy, if you feel life is no longer worth living. Whatever your flavor of labor, you can find a way to make some extra dough. Or money, since the dough is probably magical and dangerous as detailed one prompt up. I Threw It On the Ground Most magic classes have reached a point in their curriculum where they address utilizing the local environment for practical and aesthetic effect in spellcasting. Discovery, for example, addresses the creation of material half-in, half-out of objects, which is easily practiced by conjuring a plant of some sort that is properly rooted. Fantastics covers illusion interactions with terrain, as well as style, so students of that art find themselves conjuring flashes and fires that erupt upwards from the ground and also appear to affect the environment. Modification concerns itself with properly accounting for environmental barriers, such as constraints posed by the floor. And Glyphics teaches how to bind these spells into fanciful objects, like glass spheres that shattered and release their spell when smashed at the feet of the wizard in question. So as part of classes, and part of homework, aspiring wizards are casting, conjuring, creating, and changing objects with dramatic gestures and waving wands, all focused on the ground in front of them. Needless to say, some results are particularly spectacular. A geyser of water? A rock the size of a building? Blinding light? Accidentally Modifying your partner's pants? The sky's the limit, and we mean that literally, because you probably don't have the magical wherewithal to achieve escape velocity yet. I'm An Adult Particularly concerned with the behavior of some of the latest Sundered, he's not pointing any fingers but he's getting a little tired of certain students coming up with wacky variants on his House's name, Professor Trammel has taken it upon himself to set up optional deportment and courtesy classes. Well, 'optional' unless you're in Gekronus Maius, since he can order you all to attend, and very, very, uncomfortably encouraged by everyone else for the other Sundered. Needless to say, much of these courses goes over poorly with the student body, but one section in particularly has an unusually strong grip: Style. No one, absolutely no one, can deny that Professor Trammel has and understands style, and he is exceptionally willing to share that benefit with you. The cut of suits, the length of dresses, the proper fit of vests, the flow of capes and cloaks, the power of iconic appearances and distinct silhouettes... he is a master of all these things, and the spells necessary to achieve them. Already, many students are going about campus looking far more snappy than ever before. Is this the time to take on a new look? Or maybe you have an old one from home you'd like to recreate? Could his advice on self-care benefit you? Or maybe you're just determined not to change... The moral of this story is... YOU CAN'T TRUST THE SYSTEM.

Comments

I'm an Adult*

[creepyoldguy]

*Sort of.

Beetlejuice highly, highly, resented the courtesy classes. He sat hunched at a desk, carving obscenities into the top with a claw, while his hair stayed at fire-engine red, broadcasting his displeasure for all to see.

"This sucks!" he blurted out, for the tenth time in an hour, making a rude gesture at anyone who bothered looking his way at this point. "I'm a demon, we're supposed to be rude!"

[travelpants]

Lena has the (mis)fortune of being stuck in the same courtesy classes with Beetlejuice due to them being in the same House, so she has come to see him being annoyed in the classes pretty often.

At this particular class, she was trying to focus on writing notes down on her notebook when Beetlejuice raged on for the umpteenth time that she lost her concentration to see him being enraged and ranting with his hair in a flaming red. Do demons change colors whenever they have their feelings change? Not really unless you have a Netherworld demon as a fellow House mate.

Sorry BJ, but Lena couldn't stop looking at you in concern and confusion at the same time.

[creepyoldguy]

Seeing he had someone's attention, and that attention wasn't overly annoyed or irritated, Beetlejuice perked slightly, some of the red in his hair melting into purple at the tips.

"This isn't fair," he complained again, less sharply, and more whining. "Why is everyone so stuffy about nicknames? I like nicknames. And I literally can't say my own name, so the Gecko Mayo thing isn't really that big of a deal, right? If I can't even say my own name, it's stupid to expect me to get everyone else's right all the time."

Goldenrod, his shoulder angel/familiar had given up some time ago, and was sitting on the edge of his desk, doing her nails.

[travelpants]

"Well, it does seem to appear that our House does have a reputation of being too stuffy at times," she admits to him while trying to avoid the stares from their house mates and professor, "Even I am having a hard time trying to abide to their standards too, I think I lose way too many times trying to fit in and failing at times."

If being an introverted pretty wallflower could be considered as a fate worse than being unable to say one's name by the eyes of Gekronus Maius, she doesn't know what could be worse. Also, she doesn't know exactly why Beetlejuice doesn't bother to get people's names right all the time just yet.

NOA KAIBA | OTA

[noasark]

[A CHARITY CASE, FOR FREE]

Before the matter of a brief part time job comes up- which Noa will say utterly nothing on, on that note, so don't even bother asking- there comes the free Pretzel. For a moment of course, Noa was quite suspicious! There's definitely something wrong here.

But, it was early in the day yet, and before they could really see the tragic side effects of....grains.

And that's why he's here.

Sighing.

Wrapped up in a pretzel tube that sprung from the food he couldn't even get a chance to finish.

"Before you ask," he says to whoever is staring this time, "No, trying to cut it hasn't worked.."

[AN 'ADULT' THREW IT ON THE GROUND]

The less said of his brief work with the Headmaster the better. On the one hand, he doesn't seem particularly scarred or upset or even annoyed. But then again maybe that's another side effect?

Does he even remember what happened?? Actually, were they even testing magic? Maybe Headmaster Birony brought back Breadmaster Hirony for the day, there was definitely enough dough for it.

Now though, Noa is back in business- and dang, is he looking styled. He fell a bit behind on that upon entry to Diatu, but it seems the realization that oh, his student isn't deliberately a walking boring lump when it comes to fashion, he actually intends to listen, does wonders for the learning environment.

So in any case, for at least today, Noa looks pretty darn good.

They'll see how long that lasts. It's not as if he actually has the time and money in this place to do that every day!

"Now, if I drop these notes here... ...hm, except I don't want to have music around the entire day, that's ridiculous...hmmm..."

Also for now, he's got a few glass spheres, a pile of notes, and a lot of muttering while Adelai stands by. "...I wonder if I could grow clothing off of a cotton plant with this."

[blue_ice]

"What."

Seto is just...staring at the pretzel tube with his stepbrother inside.

"I know I have no room to speak here, with what I was recently trapped in, but. How?"

[noasark]

Noa just sort of turns a tired, tired stare upward, and sighs.

"Don't eat any bread products for a few days."

This answers everything yes?

Harry Potter | Harry Potter (OTA)

[phoenixwiz]

(OOC: I can match to your tagging style: prose or brackets.)

Am I a Charity Case? (Or Harry Potter the Not so Reluctant Barista)
Unlike with most of the Sundered or even some of the locals students, Harry has gotten used to working beforehand with his experience as a café barista back in Avalon. So when he learns that he could try to earn a living within Diatu’s campus, he doesn’t mind taking up on the opportunity to work for a living. After all, he is well-aware that money doesn’t grow on trees and he doesn’t want to idle for a long time and losing his sanity from this.

So he got a job of working at the café (or the Anastara equivalent of it) in campus as a barista: brewing drinks, prepping food, manning the cash register, and dealing with cranky students and staff with a need for caffeine and their requests and concerns. He might have served Headmistress Birony a couple of times some drinks, though she may or may not remember seeing him often working in the cafe.

Feel free to say hi him or bother/nag him at the counter until he loses it (although he hasn’t done it since his time in Avalon, so it does take him longer to react in a not so calm manner these days).

I Threw It on the Ground
“Okay, so it is similar to performing Charms, right?” Harry nervously asks his Thaumaturgy professor as the entire Aer et Calculum house are now outside to do some classes in there.

While he doesn’t get that much answers from Housemaster Loshakle, he assumes that he will have to find that out himself as the class is about to start. His right hand holds its grip on his wand rather tightly, the young man soon finds out that maybe he shouldn’t put too much wrist power into his spells when he accidentally went overboard with casting a tall pillar of dirt, rock, and grass from the ground and it then burst in front of his face with his class watching him in disbelief.

This day has gone on a wrong foot for him and he knows all too well that he had just embarrassed his House for that snafu.

Ground !!

[noasark]

Noa might not be in this class, technically, but since it's outside and the Fantastics students are doing similar practice, he is....watching.

Watching when the pillar comes up in particular.

The boy has to whistle.

"...Impressive." Maybe not so much embarrassing as alarming, at least.

[phoenixwiz]

Oh well, at least he didn’t got anyone hurt from his exploding earth pillar disaster. Though the blank stares of people outside directed at him is very overwhelming, considering his reputation back home and his mishaps with fire magic in Avalon.

He is hoping to look for someone who can at least relate to his dilemma or give him some sympathy when he notices Noa watching him forming the pillar from nearby with his House.

“Oh hey, I didn’t mean to cause trouble with my pillar casting,” he informs him while trying (and failing) to downplay his embarrassing failure.

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson | OTA

[whose_son_am_i]

I'm not a Charity Case
In many ways, Loki resented that he had to earn money here. But he'd do what he must to survive. It wasn't as if he hadn't done far more unsavory things to earn his way before. He still hoped he might secure a student-teaching position.

None of this showed in his manner however, as he was paired with another of the Sundered. While he couldn't claim to know the school well, playing Tour Guide would help with his own learning of the grounds. So he's waiting in the courtyard for both his partner, and a group to gather so that he can get this job over with.

I'm an Adult
It was natural, given his preferred clothing, that Loki be mistaken and lumped in with Gekronus Maius students. And he found this class tedious, considering he was already taking Etiquette. But he could admit Professor Trammel had style, which Loki appreciated. Besides, better he learn more about the man besides just being in his Discovery class. Maybe, just maybe, he might be persuaded to help another struggling student.

ADULTS...

[noasark]

"You're here as well?" It's not hard to know who Loki is on sight now, it's been some time, and more importantly, he saw him handling tours earlier.

Noa also isn't Gekronus Maius, but unfortunately, the Discovery professor also likes him, and that means if he wants to keep that rep, he's coming to the class.

Something about 'no more excuses for your plain wardrobe'. Psh! Well, anyway. "I didn't expect you to get roped in..."

Re: ADULTS...

[whose_son_am_i]

"I'm easily mistaken for a different house than my own." Loki responded dryly. "That, and I'm gathering information. Tedious though it is." He didn't particularly seem upset to be there, just mildly bored.

Ronstadt | OTA

[ronstadt]

[A: HURRY, BOY, IT'S WAITING THERE FOR YOU]

Ronstadt was never one to turn down free food, and the stew in a bread bowl had seemed just the ticket after an afternoon of hard study. The streets were so busy with people eager to try the free wares that he didn't even notice the undue effects of his delicious, hearty meal until he headed back to the library to find a refresher algebra book.

The soft, echoing sound of drums was coming from somewhere. He glanced around, trying to find the source, but only got some choice glares from the librarian, and whispers of some quiet conversation farther back in the stacks.

Unless someone pointed it out, he probably wasn't going to realize the sound was coming from him every time he took a step. Not until he got kicked out in a few minutes, at least ...

[B: LIKE THIS, AND THIS, AND THAT, AND EVEN THIS]
Ronstadt's got the flashy part of the illusions down pat: bursts of color pop up from between the flagstones of the corridor he's practicing in, frothing like the waves at a certain mouse's feet in a certain cartoon with too many brooms in it. Unfortunately, the effect they have on the environment is not unlike getting hit with a paintball ... anyone within range of one might find themselves stained with neon colors that make them look like they just walked out of an Esprit ad campaign.

"... Oh, crap. Sorry, I uh - I didn't know it'd do that."

B. The Sorcerer's Woe

[perfectenn]

This. This is why Tenn does not like to walk around the halls of Diatu. He hoped this route would be clear, that sticking to the inner corridors instead of walking outside would spare him, but luck is not on his side today. At least Tenn doesn't look outright angry as he glances down over his wizardly robes with a put-upon expression.

"So I take it your goal wasn't to make me look like I stepped out of a 80's sitcom?"

That Earth reference is probably way over this person's head, but Tenn can't call that distinct magenta color by anything else.

[ronstadt]

"I swear I wasn't going for the TGIF or Must-See-TV vibe," Ronstadt swears, holding his hands up. "I can at least go for a better color, if you want. On purpose. Like re-dying them?"

[gunbladegrrl]

Considering the subdued blacks Maria favored -- suddenly being clothed in radiant pink and yellow was shocking in so many ways. She went very still to process this change, eyes wide.

"How the heck?"

June (Mc)Duck | OTA

[sweetsummerchild03]

Charity Case

June hadn't been taught a lot about things before coming here, but one thing she did know about was money. And while she knew it wasn't quite the most important thing, she did know that it would probably be good to have some.

Helping out with groundskeeping was pretty easy, especially with clearing up the leaves. The Wand of Wind helped her blow the leaves into a pile to make them easier to gather. Though sometimes she waved her wand a little too hard, sending a strong gust and leaves blasting through the area and accidentally into a passing student's face.

"Whoa! Sorry about that!" she called out.

I Threw It On the Ground

June was more than eager to get to practice her magic. The only problem was that Modification used a lot of math and figures, and while she was pretty good at math it was trying to remember how to use it with the magic.

So she was starting off simple, as she concentrated on the ground in front of her while using her (regular) wand to trace out a shape in the air. Then ground shifted a little, the stone pieces in front of her forming to become a simple stepping stone.

"Oh!" she said, waving to anyone who happened to be nearby. "Look, look! I did it!"

Wildcard

((Feel free to make up a different prompt!))

Charity Case

[phoenixwiz]

Harry is quite understandably not prepared when he is busy reading up on a textbook on Glyphics when he gets caught up in the gust of wind June’s wand is making. The wind nearly knocks his textbook off from his hands, though he is able to kinetically summon it back to his hands again after the gust dies out.

“It’s definitely okay: I should have been more careful in where I am walking into,” he admits to her, “I was reading for another class when I walked right into the gust’s path.”

[sweetsummerchild03]

She laughs a bit sheepishly, but still quite cheerful. "No, it's all me! This wand is really sensitive, and I'm still trying to figure out how much movement it needs to work. Turns out, it's not much."

Charity

[gunbladegrrl]

"Nyargh!"

Maria swatted blindly at the air, trying to bat leaves away even after the gust ended. When her hands touched nothing, she squinted one eye open. "What the heck?!"

[sweetsummerchild03]

"Sorry, sorry!" she called again, putting the wand away and bouncing over. "I was trying to clear the leaves, but my wand is kinda sensitive."

Mal - Super late, OTA.

[mal_contented]

(This is set before her adventure, for the sake of simplicity.)


Here's One For Free

Free food was always going to get Mal's attention. And while munching on her first sample she explored and started to map out a route to maximize her ability to get free food. Thankfully the first change that happened to her she could work with, and her mapping route let her realize what was going on. The pink glitter that danced around her was seriously not awesome, but she happened to have a spell that could help.

She learned that rather like Merryweather trying to undo the curse her mother had cast upon Aurora, she couldn't magic away the glitter. But she could change the context. In this case she added layer after layer of her own glitter spells. She wouldn't have admitted that she had been looking for an excuse to use her black glitter spell again, but here it was.

Black glitter, green, purple, more black, flashes of silver. If there was pink in there, who could tell? Okay so some might show, but it just looked like part of the rest, rather than making her seem pretty pretty princess. And actually the black glitter on her face and the green glitter in her hair mixing with the purple... she was seriously considering playing with glitter spells more in the future, she could make anything look evil awesome, after all.

But seeing what happened to other people and after how much it took out of her to cast so many counts of the glitter spell, and then another spell to make sure she could breathe and eat without taking the glitter in, she decided that the rest of her free samples... would be eaten in private.

So if you wanted to catch the self proclaimed villian of the school caught by a spell, Gliterella was your best bet....

What Do I Look Like, A Charity Case?

Wow, how kind of them to allow the students to take jobs, was the slightly bitter thought. In that, this place was just like the kingdoms. Bringing people without asking them, then expecting them to do a ton of what the were told, and oh also get a job. At least here they weren't expected to be heroes to save an ungrateful world full of small minded grubby idiots. Still.

Of course, that didn't stop Mal from actually getting a job. Same one she had in the last place she'd been, actually. She got herself a job at the hairdresser's, using the various spells she'd put together of late along with new ones to give customers new hair. Those who didn't tip, however, might find that when they woke up their hair was some horrid color and style. There was a jar at her station that read "Tipping is not a city in Northern Wei. Pay now, or pay later." She wasn't the best at customer service, but she was undeniably excellent at finding the perfect style for each customer that didn't tick her off...

One for Free

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice, spotting a glittery teen, perked a little. The cloud of glitter was practically a spot-light screaming look at me. And he was more than willing to oblige, having spent centuries pining for someone to do just that for him.

"You look like an arts and crafts table exploded on you," the demon rasped cheerfully. "How many campers did it take out?"

He stuck his hand closer, trying to get some glitter on himself.

"Know any clean freaks? Because, you should visit them. They will never be able to clean that up."

Re: One for Free

[mal_contented]

Ugh, him again. She rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. He liked attention so much, maybe just not giving him any would buy her time to figure out something truly horrible she could do to him. Something he wouldn't figure out how to turn to his advantage...