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_contented]

She scowled and was about to snark off again when the angel... the... angel....

She was so glad her own familiar was nowhere near as she burst out laughing. "Your familiar is a flipping ANGEL?! Dalmatians that is hilarious! Clearly it has a long road ahead of it.... Lawrence..." she said with a smirk.

Now that the familiar said it out loud she wasn't breaking their deal by using the name against him. It had been given to her fresh without the vulnerability of the truth spell. She cackled in glee. She was going to have fun with this...

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice gave Goldenrod a look. "Thanks a lot, Rodney."

"It's community service," the angel explained to Mal. "I had a run in with the law..."

"She set fire to a brewery!" Some of his irritation was dissipating, though his ears did flick towards Mal's use of his first name.

"Careful, kiddo. You never know what might happen with names."

[mal_contented]

"Oh I have some idea of what can be done with names," she said with an evil little grin.

Then she looked to the angel. "Really? Thought you spun sugar types liked hopeless cases like his cause it makes you feel oh so good to think you're helping while reminding yourself how much better you think you are than the rest of us."

Bitter, party of one.

And she refused to wince as she realized she said "us", rather than "others".

[creepyoldguy]

"Oh, so I have to be perfect because I'm an angel?"

Beetlejuice snorted, although he did wonder what the kid was thinking about when she said she knew about Names.

"You projecting much, kiddo?" He caught that slip.

[mal_contented]

"Kind of in the job description, yeah. Pretty sure they told you that when they gave you the harp and halo or whatever."

Was she ignoring BJ at the moment? Yes, yes she was.

Ws she pretty sure that would annoy the snot out of him? Also yes.

[creepyoldguy]

"Why do you think I need to drink?! All that pressure from people like you. Expecting miracle, expecting perfect, it's enough to drive anyone over the edge, I tell you!"

Beetlejuice took that as a big fat yes on Mal's part. He also took advantage of the ignoring and put the hat back on her head.

[mal_contented]

She tossed the hat aside. "Oh, yes, because you have so much pressure. Right." Try being a villian trying to be a hero, then talk to her about pressure.

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice caught the hat and snorted.

"Oh, don't get me started! My feathers are graying already! And now I have to make sure a literal demon from hell doesn't wreck the place too badly."

[mal_contented]

She laughed. "Try turning a villian into a princess for a kingdom of goodie goodies," she said, amused. "You and Fairy Godmother could compare notes."

[creepyoldguy]

"I wanna be a princess. Why can't I be a princess?" Beetlejuice whined. "After the shower, I mean. I could rock a tiara."

[mal_contented]

"Don't tempt me," she said, flatly. She'd do it, too.

[creepyoldguy]

"I thought ya didn't like me?"

He was a little confused, tilting his head to the side.

[mal_contented]

"Of course I don't!"

[creepyoldguy]

"Then why are ya offering me a tiara?"

[mal_contented]

"Because granting that wish would be one of the meanest things I could do to you," she pointed out.

[creepyoldguy]

"How would that be mean?!"

[mal_contented]

"Because being a princess is horrible! A fate worse than anything," she said with an overly dramatic shudder.

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice just looked at her. Deadpan. Ha!

"Suuuure, kid."

[mal_contented]

"Ugh, will you just go away already?!"

[creepyoldguy]

"Nope."

Goldenrod pinched the bridge of her nose.

[mal_contented]

She looked to the familiar. "Deal with him, will you?"

[creepyoldguy]

The angel made an exasperated gesture. "This is him on a good day."

[mal_contented]

"Ugh, don't remind me. Just get him out of here, will ya?"

[creepyoldguy]

"I'm not in charge of moving the demon that's 700X my size, honey."

"Wow, rude! I'm not seven hundred times your size! Gosh!"

[mal_contented]

"Closer to eight hundred, have you seen your waistline?"