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Test Drive Reloaded! #1
Welcome to Diatu (I Like Swords)
The Arrival Hall is all aflurry with activity! No one had expected so many Sundered to suddenly pop up, the staff find themselves desperately scrambling to keep up with the influx, and a bunch of new arrivals find themselves hanging out in the Hall lobby, waiting to be seen, sent home if possible, or counseled and prepared for student life if not. Rumors run like wildfire: some people believe they've been kidnapped by aliens, a worryingly persistent suggestion that this is a setup for a murder-tournament keeps circulating, and one or two nutcases insist that a dragon tinkered with the rules of magic and now they have to study at a magic school to survive. Pie stocks are grievously low, and thought Headmaster Birony herself appeared and began violating the rules of space and time to summon pies from the future, a second Headmaster Birony with an eyepatch, several war scars, and a wild hairdo appeared and promptly yelled at the first Headmaster for stealing her pies. A pie fight erupted. Pie stocks are even more grievously low now.
Still, here's your chance to talk to your fellow arrivals. Or aggressively attack the nearest target in an outrage (they set up a target dummy and labeled it VENT AGGRESSION HERE, and are trusting you guys on the honor system). Staff don't have time to talk, but they promise they'll get to you soon!
A Day In The Life
The sun is bright, the air is warm, a cool breeze blows across Anastara, clouds keep drifting directly through the island and engulfing people... it's summer on Ascelion, and the day is ripe for learning. Or as ripe as Diatu Magicademy ever can be -- though no one would trade the character and charm of the lively campus for some stodgy, regimented school more interested in forcing students into the mold than encouraging them to be their best, sometimes conditions in the Magicademy are a little inconvenient.
A toilet in Kedrigan Hall keeps clamping onto the butts of those who attempt to use it. Thus far, half a dozen students have been freed from its clutches by their friends, while reports of singed buttocks have increased twofold. (Yes, only twofold. Think about that for a minute.) Staff are on the lookout for a prankster rather than a commode, so as of yet the treacherous toilet has gone unpunished...
Not far away, a group of cleaning golems has occupied the promenade as part of an ongoing strike. As they possess only rudimentary intelligence, they believe this involves seizing objects from anyone who passes nearby and hurling them at a set of bowling pins. Meliandre Tomekin, Head of Groundskeeping, has set up shop across the Promenade; any student who wanders too close gets a big block of ice shoved into their hands, along with instructions to hold it still while she shows those reprobates what-for...
In the Great Hall proper, school clubs and activities have, as was inevitable, escalated competition for new students to yet another level which only isn't a war crime because it isn't part of a treaty yet: they've conscripted geese. Horrible geese, to be precise, who dispense flyers for various clubs with less subtlety than a nuclear holocaust. Some of them fight for dominance, others have teamed up to pin down innocent students and stuff leaflets down their throat, and one has a wand and is somehow casting Discovery spells?!
A Forgery!
"I tried a mass-Forging technique," the older student says, showing off the briefcase full of identical wands and a sign that says 'FOR $ALE CHEAP'. "Some of them are exactly what I intended, they self-correct runes, but the rest, well.. . I don't know, I can't tell, and I'm not really interested in finding out one by one, so... you buying?"
All sales final. No refunds. Caveat emptor. As for what the wands do, well... there's a reason he answered with an ellipsis when asked. On the other hand, maybe the effect isn't too terrible? Maybe it's even beneficial! Maybe the wand shoots out rainbows and muffins! Or maybe it just animates and strikes you vigorously about the head and shoulders...
Three Dragon War
Someone, we're not naming names, canons, or the color of eyes and the dragon to which they belong that forms said person's obsession, may or may not be indirectly responsible for the latest game craze sweeping Anastara: Three Dragon War, a collectible card game that features players as dragons, deploying spells, creatures, and Sundered against each other to destroy each and avoid the machinations of the Third Dragon. The awesome thing about the game is that the Third Dragon comes in all different forms: classic bundled-with-the-starter-pack Ire, super-rare Anastara Diatu, suspiciously-rare Cam Birony, ultra-common Large Eagull, and more. The concept of an outside force adding randomness to the battle and being manipulated in turn by cards means Three Dragon War is the hottest card game that's come along since the last card game that was the hottest that had come along came along.
Face-to-face, you find yourself in a duel over these cards and the magical images they summon. Can this untested deck come through if you believe in it? Or are statistics and probability actual things that actually happen? Dragon Battle! Jiao Long Fu!
There's One in Every Test Drive
Not every magical disaster is caused by some wayward student you don't know. Many of them are caused by you instead. To wit: you're on the spot in one of the magical labs, being called on to demonstrate a technique more advanced than others you've mastered so far. Failure is expected, and the wards should prevent any injury to others from a miscast spell. But will the sparks of your magic just sputter out and die? Or will you inadvertently mispronounce, misform, misshape, or miscalculate in a way that brings chaos to you and your lab partner?
(You could also manage to succeed in casting the spell, but that isn't very fun.)
Hooky
If you were aiming, that was a good throw, man. If not, well ... I'd hate to break it to ya.
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[ Bullseye! Only he hadn't actually been aiming... he had only been trying to get rid of that frustrating map. There was no reason, at all, for not taking credit for it. ]
It's all in the wind currents, knowing when to throw the plane and how hard.
[ Down to pure luck, don't listen to a word of this. ]
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[he waved the plane at him with a little grin before tucking it in his pocket]
Name's Ronstadt. How's it hangin', man?
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[ It was worthless to him. The darn thing had only lead him around in circles. ]
Crowley. I don't think I'm cut out for this 'school' thing.
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[he moved to join him in his railing lounge, since that looked like a good idea]
I came here to learn how to control my power, not ... complicated math. No thank you. Five minutes into my first class and I fell asleep. Where's the pizazz?
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You don't find calculus thrilling? Who would have thought.
[ A beat. ]
Any idea how that is supposed to work anyway? Magical math... Two plus two equals bridge? It doesn't make much sense.
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[he mutters under his breath] Uhu zabava hoo. [on the ceiling above them, a galaxy of glittering light swirls, like a miniature Aurora Borealis. at home, it'd be much brighter, ridiculously impressive, but his powers here are dulled. honestly, for Ronstadt, it's a relief.]
Like that. S'called Sparkle Party. And before you ask, no, I didn't name it.
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[ It was one of those things a demon really shouldn't admit to knowing. After all it was a children's movie, but who living on Earth hadn't seen that boring thing before? He loved Donald, but the desperate attempt to try to make math interesting had failed.]
I was going to ask.
I might have called it Galactic Panic or Starlight Skylight. You are going to be real popular at parties with a trick like that.
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[he grins, not minding at all that he knows, or making anything of it.]
Galactic Panic - yeah, I really like that one. Might use it. I know Hattie said some people rename spells as times change, why not? ... Think there's gonna be much of a chance for parties around here? I'd hope so. I like a good party. Gotta have good music, though, or I'm out.
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It's a school with a bunch of kids in it, there will be parties all the time.
[ Granted these would likely be birthdays and holidays and not the illegal raves where a spell like that would really shine but... ]
Could be a fun prank. Use a spell like that in the dorm hallway in the middle of the night. Anyone who has to get up, steps outside their room, and thinks they might have floated off into space.
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Oh man, I am totally trying that!
It's not just kids. I bet some of the older folks I've met would be right at home with a keg or two and a box of Cards Against Humanity.
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Anyway he could sit back, pleased, that he had inspired a very funny prank on those poor unsuspecting people living in the dorms. ]
Some would. I'd rather a bottle or five, some obnoxiously loud music, and...
[ An angel to spend the time with. ]
...somebody flying off the roof to land in the pool just before the cops arrive.
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So like, a Gatsby party. Sounds good to me. What kinda tunes do you listen to?
[now they were talking. he'd had quite the vinyl collection at home, and being able to at least talk tunes with someone might make him miss it just a little less]
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[ He was just saying. ]
Anything by Queen is good. You into Jazz?
[ This being the sort of style Gatsby might have been into. ]
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Jazz is okay, I have to be in the right mood. I'll listen to just about anything once.
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[ And that suited him perfectly well. ]
Are you some sort of DJ or just... music enthusiast?
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[his Craydar goes off ever so faintly at the mention of the tape thing, though, and he raises an eyebrow]
Wait, back up. Did you say any tape turns into the Best of Queen? Is that like ... an on-purpose spell or did it just happen?
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[ Is that weird? Come on! This happens in everybody's car, right?? ]
Anyway it's Mp3s now, isn't it? Only collectors really go for vinyl anymore.
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[he grins a little]
Yeah, I've got a bunch on my phone - thank goodness. But I like the vinyl, too. Sound's better.