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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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...

Re: One for Free

[creepyoldguy]

The eye roll was enough acknowledgement.

Beetlejuice floated mid-air beside her, rambling happily. "So, I ate a sweet roll earlier and it made my ears whistle, which was weird even for me. But, I thought what the heck? And pretended it killed me, and I'm pretty good at playing dead, since--y'know, I am dead. The guy nearly passed out. Oh! Oh! Oh goddesses! I killed a Sundred! It was hilarious!"

Re: One for Free

[mal_contented]

"Shame it couldn't do anything for your B.O.," she muttered darkly.

Re: One for Free

[creepyoldguy]

"Oh, yeah, I reek. It's part of the whole being dead thing. Actually caught a whiff while I was alive for a hot minute, and y'know? You guys are right. Not pleasant."

OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for Free

[mal_contented]

"Then why don't we do something about it?" she said with a malicious smile as she pulled out her spell book. Still walking, she wrote rapidly. If he didn't follow, she'd save the spell for next time.

But who were they kidding, she had no doubt at all he'd follow. And as it turned out, she was right. So once she was done writing she turned and faced him. She used her wand from this world, as though she couldn't do magic without it. It was just like hiding the ring that was her focus for Princess magic, really. Always make the foe think your true power is something other than what it truly is.

She waved her wand at its face, trailing green light to match her now violently green eyes, as she recited the spell.

This stink you share
Without a worry or care
Dead nose for living
Sense of smell unforgiving
Revert, repare, reverse,
revive his nose as my curse!"

Really, was there anything more evil one could truly do to him? Let him suffer as he's made them suffer this whole time...

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for Free

[creepyoldguy]

It was fortunate that Mal only chose to revive his nose, as he hadn't handled the whole 'being alive thing' well at all.

As it was, he frowned slightly at her, about to tell her that it wasn't nice to point sticks in demons' faces when he got a whiff of the foods being cooked at the various stalls.

And then a whiff of himself.

"Aw, crap."

Beetlejuice gave Mal a sour expression, settling on the ground beside her. "What was that for? I didn't do anything to you!"

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for Free

[mal_contented]

"Listen," she growled, eyes still green as she lowered the wand only slightly, book held close to her chest. "I said it before and I'll say it again. I don't like you. I don't want to be around you. Without Lydia here, we have no reason to be near each other. I don't care if you don't recall the other world we were on or not. You made it clear there and then that you don't like me. So why the puppies should I wait for you to decide it here? This time, when you hate me, it'll be because of actions I chose. I'll know why because this... this is me making it happen. So stay away from me, stripes, or there will be worse coming for you!"

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for Free

[creepyoldguy]

"I have no idea what you're talking about, kid, but, if you wanna be enemies? I can make that happen."

The demon shrugged. "Lydia would probably mop the floor with you. Not sure why you're bringing her into this."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for Free

[mal_contented]

"Lydia and I were friends in the last world we were in together. Until you decided to try and spoil it. Not giving you that chance here."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for Free

[creepyoldguy]

"Yeah, right. Lyds has better taste."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for

[mal_contented]

"And yet somehow she liked you. Beats me why."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for

[creepyoldguy]

"Again, impeccable taste."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for

[mal_contented]

"I am so not having this argument with you again. Go away before I do worse than let you smell your own stink."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One for

[creepyoldguy]

"You realize that you're kind of like one of those little yappy dogs barking at something bigger and more dangerous, right?"

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One f

[mal_contented]

"You have no idea who I am, or what you are dealing with, deadweight."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One f

[creepyoldguy]

"Kiddo," he said, taking off his jacket and tossing it at her without warning, "that goes double for you."

Re: OOC note: this is not godmodded, we plotted OOCRe: One f

[mal_contented]

She side stepped. "Oh, I know more about you than you'd care to know," she said, disgusted. "Certainly more than I care to." But she wasn't about to break her promise and use it. She suspected he did know who she was and was waiting for her to do exactly that.

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice shook his head, snapping fingers and having his jacket return to him. "Kinda doubt that, new best enemy."

A second's pause, and then: "OH we should get matching enemy hats."

[mal_contented]

"Ugh, you seriously never change. You should try it. Start with that suit. I'd say it was fifty years out of style, but then it has never been in."

[creepyoldguy]

"1920s, and stripes are my thing." He was going to have to find a way to clean it. He'd never even attempted cleaning magic since he'd been a child living with his mother.

"So! Why'd you choose me to be your bestest enemy? I'm flattered, but, a little puzzled, since I still don't even know who you are." Beetlejuice pulled a cap out of the ether and put it on Mal's head in a graceful motion. The front read "BJ's Best Enemy" with a little angry face emoji.

He figured the kid would try to destroy it in .02 seconds, but, he figured it could be amusing to keep making new ones.

[mal_contented]

She swiped the hat off her head and tossed it onto the head of a passerbye with a growl.

"I didn't start this, you did. That you can't remember starting it is your headache, not mine. And trust me, I have enemies way worse than you. Tell you what, you go take them out, and I'll consider calling you my best enemy," she said with a smirk.

[creepyoldguy]

"I didn't say I was your best enemy, kiddo. I said you were my best enemy. Totes different."

He snapped his fingers and the hat went back to his hands.

"You're also a child. My self-esteem hasn't yet hit the point where I need validation from children."

[mal_contented]

"Totes," she echoed with mockery as if he had been someone as insignificant as Audrey. Because without Lydia here... he kind of was, to her.

"So you're acknowledging my power and your lack?" she asked, smirking again. "Where did you borrow the brain cell? That might be the second intelligent thing you've ever said," she drawled.

Also she was seventeen. More than mature enough NOT to feel the need to defend herself from that particular argument. Especially since she knew where that would lead.