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diatuooc2019-04-10 10:56 am
magicademymods) wrote in diatuooc2019-04-10 10:56 am
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Test Drive #4
The Scary Door
The classroom door looks different today, bearing a few small but noticeable scratches on its upper corner -- and also it happens to tremble, as if with excitement, the moment anyone reaches for the knob. That gives it away. This isn't the classroom door at all!
And it isn't the bathroom door. And it isn't the door to the staircase. And it isn't the door to the hallway. But wherever you go, there's this door that really, really, really wants you to open it, and it doesn't seem to take 'no' for an answer...
Acting in Concert
One thing anyone sharing a campus with Valhudor students must accept is that every once in a while a performance just appears out of nowhere, much in the way of a tornado and with the same ability to suck in anything nearby as collateral damage. Today what looked to be an innocuous group of musicians heading back from class turned into a flash concert without warning. Not a bad thing for a music-lover, actually, and listening to their pleasant tunes only got better as more students saw the opportunity and joined in.
Right up until the drama students showed up and promptly hijacked everyone nearby into a play.
So here you are, in Fantasticked finery, trapped in a bit part in front of a growing crowd. The two ringleaders of this disaster appear to be putting on an entirely improvised performance about two warring houses, because apparently they love stage-dueling (and have had three different scenes of it so far, each of them so sexually charged the allegory is barely allegorical), while the orchestra merrily matches music to action. As for your role? 'Improvise!' they said brightly.
And like that you're up, across from a partner who clearly did not enter this voluntarily either. Better think fast... the one thing uglier than a crowd who have a performance ruined is Valhudor students who have had their mating-dance-slash-play ruined.
Definitely Not Worrying
The spring day is perfect. Bright blue sky without a cloud in sight, sunlight that pushes the perfect temperature just onto the side of 'pleasantly warm', a gentle breeze that drifts over the grass and cools what the sun warms... it's bliss, if not outright soporific, and almost everybody is outside lounging in the grass and enjoying just how wonderful it is.
Then Headmaster Birony comes tearing around the corner of a building like the hounds of hells are at her heels. "Hello, students!" Despite her bright smile, she doesn't break her stride for a second as she zooms past. "Run like hell! Chaos bees!"
And that's when the swarm of chaos bees races around the corner after her, wings filling the air with a deafening buzz.
Now the thing about chaos bees is that they resist magic of all forms, and they have their own particular magic that makes the results of their stings... highly unpredictable at best. You might have your hair turn white, or your skin turn blue. You might blow up like a gum-chewing girl in need of juicing, or feel the uncontrollable urge to form a gang, snap your fingers, and have a dance-fight to drive the Jets out of town. Whatever happens, the effect is never permanent, but maybe Headmaster Birony has the right idea.
Late Night Party
Without a curfew (and with good sound-protection spells on the Towers), students don't always go to bed like responsible adults. This party is still going strong at 3 in the morning, lit by balls of color that float in the air and full of music and dancing and just-for-fun mage dueling that is just a little more dangerous than it should be thanks to it being far easier to talk someone into a late-night mage duel when they're tipsy. As spells crack against each other and feet slide over the grass in time with the beat, everyone's having fun! Even party-poopers can find another wallflower to talk classwork with while enjoying the snacks and the drinks. What a great place to meet fellow students and socialize!
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So she just shrugs, nonchalant as can be, and moves her glass to give him more space to sit.] Who says I have secrets?
[[OOC: Sorry about the delay! I'm in the middle of exams.]]
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It's a little bitter, but only a little. It's not bad!
Again, Snufkin laughs softly.] I don't mean literally, of course. How long have you been doing this? Tonight, I mean.
[[OOC: No worries! I'm about to get into them myself!]]
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[That one gummy bear does make things a little fuzzier than she'd prefer.]
People get bored of games eventually. [And in fact, they seem to be in a bit of a lull. She reaches out and plucks a handful of candied nuts from a nearby snack bowl.
Polite chatter has never been her particular strength, so there's an awkward beat before she asks:] Do you know anyone here?
[She sure doesn't.]
[[OOC: Good luck to us both, then! :D]]
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He nods.] This is true! Simple games do grow repetitive with time, though I suppose everything can lose its lustre if you're familiar enough with it.
[Way to not sound like a fae, buddy.] I wonder if those who've grown up here all their lives bat an eye at any magic anymore.
[For some reason, the question catches him off-guard. He's heard some similarly-general questions in his time here - "how are you liking it," "what house are you in," even the occasional "where are you from," but almost never does anyone inquire if he knows anyone here. He nearly responds with a murmur of those he's come to know through his classes, but that's probably not what Jude means.
He nibbles a little longer on his bear.]
...no, sadly. Hardly anyone here even looks similar to the types of people I've come to meet. [Snufkin tries to laugh even a little bit.] It seems I wasn't one of the lucky ones.
[He knows some folks recognise one another.]
Even so, everyone here appears to be some level of friendly. I'm treating this as just another place I'm visiting. I have to learn all I can here so that I have many stories to tell my friends when we all eventually go home.
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And he seems a bit... dejected about being alone. Hmm.]
I'm alone here too. [She surprises herself by admitting it. Then again, it's true.]
Is everyone... [how to put this politely] short of stature, back in your home?