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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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?

[blue_ice]

"I'm not...usually a carb fan, but noted."

Seto is downright baffled about this. What on earth is going on. He stares at the pretzel some more.

"Alright, what have you tried to escape?"

[noasark]

"My, I wasn't aware you were so diet conscious."

It's very clear, from the flatness of the tone, that he's not serious. At the question, Noa simply...wiggles.

It goes as well as predicted.

"Anything I am limited to, including whistling."

Boo, Hiss.

[blue_ice]

"...right. Fantastics. Not my forte."

Seto tries to attack the problem from another angle, searching through his memory for something. Anything.

"Do you know a shredding spell? One worked for me in a similar situation, but I needed assistance. Double casts are stronger."

[noasark]

"They're useful for their focuses, but not so much with anything like this...." Or at least not yet anyway. Maybe one day he'll graduate to the tangibles, but still.

He frowns. "...Not particularly- is it simple enough to teach?"