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.

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[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.

[creepyoldguy]

"Don't try to fit in with these stiffs," Beetlejuice advised, making another crass gesture to a classmate who gave him a dirty look.

"You'll just be miserable."

[travelpants]

Lena didn't say too much as she listens to Beetlejuice's advice while people are murmuring about what are these Sundered talking about and being awfully confused with BJ's mood color hair. She has to come to learn not to judge people too much with how her summer went nearly downhill with her interactions with Kostas, so she isn't there to scold the demon: he does have some points regarding their house being unbearably stuffy too. The sentient cloak she was given upon her arrival simply shrugs back in its current hang out spot on her desk chair.

"Well, you definitely have a point," she meekly speaks again as she twirls her quill pen around on the desk.

[creepyoldguy]

"Sure I do! All this pretentious stuff is fake anyway. If you wanna be nice to someone, be nice to 'em. If you wanna tell 'em how it is? Tell 'em how it is."

[travelpants]

As much as she would want to believe in what Beetlejuice isa saying, there is still another part of her that doesn't want to attract so much unwanted attention for the two of them from their schoolmates.

She gloomily didn't say a single word for a good while as she tries to come up with her next words, not wanting to irritate everyone in class.

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice continued to deface his desk.

"The status quo is boring. And these guys wouldn't know fun if it bit 'em in the butt."

A snobbish looking boy yelped and jumped out of his chair, rubbing his seat with an alarmed look.

"See?"

[travelpants]

"Huh, everyone acting pretty snobbish and the rules to follow: that's what you are annoyed with the most?" she tries to ask him (or possibly as softly as she could while trying to avoid hurting the feelings of others.

To be fair, that's the image the house of Gekronus Maius has perpetuated: to be upright ruler following snappy wizards and witches, and there is no avoiding that reputation in campus, but poor Lena has been trying her best to get along with her house AND survive this entire semester without causing so much ruckus all over campus.

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice floated over his chair, admiring his handiwork, and considering her question.


"Yeah. That and them thinking I'll actually follow those rules. Oh. And the exploding thing. That's a real burr under the saddle."

[travelpants]

"Why would you try to explode things in campus though?" Lena's celery green eyes widen in surprise, "I'm a little confused right now."

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice looked just as surprised. "Kid, didn't they tell you? If you don't use these nifty new powers that's what happens to you."

He dropped back into his seat, drumming his claws.

"And it's the only reason I'm sitting through these things."

[travelpants]

This leaves her in a conflicted state of mind. What sort of explosion that people in this world are talking when none of the Sundered could use magic to save their life?

Having no prior experience with magic beforehand does her left in a tight spot even with all the research and work she has done. While it is not to say that she is terrible at all, Lena does feel that her progress might be slower compared to most of the student body.

[creepyoldguy]

"Holy moly no one told you?!" Beetlejuice barely refrained from facepalming. "Crowley and I should take over. We'd do a much better job."