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daybreakacademy2019-05-16 01:23 pm
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[Open] May, be (maybe not)
Who: Jail, her class, and you.
What: Catchall shenanigans.
When: Early May.
Where: Her class, the IT department, and the campus courtyard.
Warnings: Mention of past violence, irresponsible fibercraft techniques, flocks of birds, and Jailbreak.
I. Classroom
[The interior decor of the Alchemy and Artifice classroom tends to shift a lot according to Jail's lessons- more or less workbenches, more or less tools available to work with, more or less fireproofing...]
[Today, there's a large space cleared off to one side, surrounded by a boarder of repeating runes. Attentive students will likely recognize a large variety of the protective and warding runes that Jail's taught them to contain and avoid damage from effects like fire, extreme cold, or any other number of potential dangers. Right now, though, those runes are just surrounding a web of... string?]
[There's another massive web of threads behind Jail, tacked up on the wall behind her desk. But this one has square panels of cloth positioned on it at various intervals, each one with a single rune clearly embroidered on it in thread.]
Couple fun facts about runes: [She casually taps the cloth square behind her as she talks, not bothering to look as it gives off some small sparks of electricity.]
One, two runes bound together- [She reaches back and pulls a thread attached to a different cloth square, unpinning it and repinning it so that the two are connected. This time, when she taps the first rune, a visible wave of electricity crawls from one end of the string to the other, like a Jacobs' ladder.] -are stronger than one alone.
Two, different combinations of runes- [She pulls up another thread, connecting a third rune to the mix. The next tap produces no electricity. Instead, what appears to be a laser beam of pale green light flares up to strike the ceiling. The spot where it hit is faintly scorched.] -can make totally different results than the individual parts.
Three, like half the time if you just toss different runes together the result turns out to be a laser. [Jail just shrugs.] We have absolutely no fucking clue why, it just does that a lot. But hey, if you figure it out there could be some serious grant money in it for you, so keep an eye out- it's worth a shot, right?
Four- [The next square she attaches to the array of runes seems oddly different in style compared to the stitching on the others, as though comparing two different people's handwriting. This time, the tap of her finger produces an even larger laser in vivid blue. It hits the exact same spot, and leaves behind a very thin coating of frost.] -you can get multiple people to channel their power into different parts of a rune array, so you can get more bang for your buck than just your own magic can provide.
And five... [She waves a hand, indicating the entire array behind her.] ...if you're gonna try to mix-and-match runes, it's way easier to swap out something woven into cloth than shit you've carved into wood or metal. Which is why you're gonna learn a little stitch-witching this week.
Some people think thread magic is a soft option. [She looks flatly at the assembled students, and points to a small perfectly circular scar on her left shoulder, seemingly unusually serious.] These are people who've never been shanked by a knitting needle. [As she turns around to survey the board again, it's possible to see a matching scar on the other side of her shoulder, as though whatever caused the injury had gone completely through it.] Don't fuck with a stitch-witch, kids. Especially not on discount yarn day.
[Abruptly, she's back to her usual good cheer as she points at the warded area to the side of the room.]
You guys are gonna get to take the runes I stitched up there and use 'em as practice to test a bunch of different combos, see which ones play nice together- or which ones don't, in a fun way. [By her expression, it's very clear that "fun" means "explosive".]
Your assignment this week is gonna be to stitch one rune of your choosing on a cloth. You all hand those in, and I stitch 'em all together into one big blanket of serious magic mojo. With everyone chipping in a little bit of power, the results are gonna be... interesting.
Once everything's tied together, we'll take it somewhere warded and fire it up to see what happens. We won't know what it's gonna do until I put it all together- the array could do damn near anything, depending on what kinda runes you guys pick and how I arrange 'em. Buuuuuuut... [She winks.] You ask me?
My money's still on lasers.
[...Have fun with your arts and crafts time, guys.]
II. Computer room
[Whoever asked Jail to help out at the Academy's IT office when they hired her either didn't think it through, or had a very strange sense of humor. Admittedly, she is very well-suited to dealing with the challenges that can arise from combining magic and technology- the computer systems have never run better. But, well...]
[It raises the question of how much you want to let her mess around with your laptop. For all you know, it might come away with a few extra features. The way she's leaning back as she answers the phone- her feet propped up on the desk, chair tilted so far on its' back legs it's amazing it hasn't toppled over yet- doesn't exactly inspire confidence.]
Daybreak IT department- you fuck it, we fix it.
[Also, they can't get her to stop answering the phone like that.]
...Aw, they hung up. [We can't possibly imagine why.]
[She looks up from the phone, casually dropping it back into the receiver.]
Oh, hey. What're you in for?
III. Courtyard
[Jail has always had a bit of a fondness for birds- they're such clever creatures, and so willing to be bribed.]
[It's #relatable.]
[She's always made a point to be polite to corvids, in particular, knowing enough about their long memories to understand the trouble with pissing them off- and that goes double for the crows in any magical environment, who might be shapeshifters or worse. She's honestly a lot more respectful to them than she is to most humans.]
[Normally, her nomadic lifestyle means her politeness is a passing gesture, at most, but she's been at Daybreak long enough for the local flocks to catch on to her willingness to give them snacks and shiny objects. By now, she's managed to achieve a surprisingly amiable rapport with the smarter nearby birds, and will frequently spend a lunch break sitting outside, tossing them food and getting to know them.]
[...For someone who doesn't have this context, though, seeing Jail reclining casually on a bench in the quadrangle while completely surrounded by birds might be a little. Weird.]
[Crows, jays, starlings, magpies, sparrows, even the occasional raven... there's a massive mismatched flock perched all over the bench, occupying every inch of bare space that Jail herself isn't sitting on, as well as the ground around it on all sides. She's absorbed in an odd, possibility one-sided "conversation" with them that seems to consist mostly of thoughtful murmurs and the occasional bit of tossed granola, but if she hears someone approaching she'll look up, tilting her head curiously.]
[A frankly worrying amount of the birds look up at the same time, seeming to almost mimic her gesture. The effect is a little disturbing...]
[(She absolutely trained them to do this on purpose.)]
What: Catchall shenanigans.
When: Early May.
Where: Her class, the IT department, and the campus courtyard.
Warnings: Mention of past violence, irresponsible fibercraft techniques, flocks of birds, and Jailbreak.
I. Classroom
[The interior decor of the Alchemy and Artifice classroom tends to shift a lot according to Jail's lessons- more or less workbenches, more or less tools available to work with, more or less fireproofing...]
[Today, there's a large space cleared off to one side, surrounded by a boarder of repeating runes. Attentive students will likely recognize a large variety of the protective and warding runes that Jail's taught them to contain and avoid damage from effects like fire, extreme cold, or any other number of potential dangers. Right now, though, those runes are just surrounding a web of... string?]
[There's another massive web of threads behind Jail, tacked up on the wall behind her desk. But this one has square panels of cloth positioned on it at various intervals, each one with a single rune clearly embroidered on it in thread.]
Couple fun facts about runes: [She casually taps the cloth square behind her as she talks, not bothering to look as it gives off some small sparks of electricity.]
One, two runes bound together- [She reaches back and pulls a thread attached to a different cloth square, unpinning it and repinning it so that the two are connected. This time, when she taps the first rune, a visible wave of electricity crawls from one end of the string to the other, like a Jacobs' ladder.] -are stronger than one alone.
Two, different combinations of runes- [She pulls up another thread, connecting a third rune to the mix. The next tap produces no electricity. Instead, what appears to be a laser beam of pale green light flares up to strike the ceiling. The spot where it hit is faintly scorched.] -can make totally different results than the individual parts.
Three, like half the time if you just toss different runes together the result turns out to be a laser. [Jail just shrugs.] We have absolutely no fucking clue why, it just does that a lot. But hey, if you figure it out there could be some serious grant money in it for you, so keep an eye out- it's worth a shot, right?
Four- [The next square she attaches to the array of runes seems oddly different in style compared to the stitching on the others, as though comparing two different people's handwriting. This time, the tap of her finger produces an even larger laser in vivid blue. It hits the exact same spot, and leaves behind a very thin coating of frost.] -you can get multiple people to channel their power into different parts of a rune array, so you can get more bang for your buck than just your own magic can provide.
And five... [She waves a hand, indicating the entire array behind her.] ...if you're gonna try to mix-and-match runes, it's way easier to swap out something woven into cloth than shit you've carved into wood or metal. Which is why you're gonna learn a little stitch-witching this week.
Some people think thread magic is a soft option. [She looks flatly at the assembled students, and points to a small perfectly circular scar on her left shoulder, seemingly unusually serious.] These are people who've never been shanked by a knitting needle. [As she turns around to survey the board again, it's possible to see a matching scar on the other side of her shoulder, as though whatever caused the injury had gone completely through it.] Don't fuck with a stitch-witch, kids. Especially not on discount yarn day.
[Abruptly, she's back to her usual good cheer as she points at the warded area to the side of the room.]
You guys are gonna get to take the runes I stitched up there and use 'em as practice to test a bunch of different combos, see which ones play nice together- or which ones don't, in a fun way. [By her expression, it's very clear that "fun" means "explosive".]
Your assignment this week is gonna be to stitch one rune of your choosing on a cloth. You all hand those in, and I stitch 'em all together into one big blanket of serious magic mojo. With everyone chipping in a little bit of power, the results are gonna be... interesting.
Once everything's tied together, we'll take it somewhere warded and fire it up to see what happens. We won't know what it's gonna do until I put it all together- the array could do damn near anything, depending on what kinda runes you guys pick and how I arrange 'em. Buuuuuuut... [She winks.] You ask me?
My money's still on lasers.
[...Have fun with your arts and crafts time, guys.]
II. Computer room
[Whoever asked Jail to help out at the Academy's IT office when they hired her either didn't think it through, or had a very strange sense of humor. Admittedly, she is very well-suited to dealing with the challenges that can arise from combining magic and technology- the computer systems have never run better. But, well...]
[It raises the question of how much you want to let her mess around with your laptop. For all you know, it might come away with a few extra features. The way she's leaning back as she answers the phone- her feet propped up on the desk, chair tilted so far on its' back legs it's amazing it hasn't toppled over yet- doesn't exactly inspire confidence.]
Daybreak IT department- you fuck it, we fix it.
[Also, they can't get her to stop answering the phone like that.]
...Aw, they hung up. [We can't possibly imagine why.]
[She looks up from the phone, casually dropping it back into the receiver.]
Oh, hey. What're you in for?
III. Courtyard
[Jail has always had a bit of a fondness for birds- they're such clever creatures, and so willing to be bribed.]
[It's #relatable.]
[She's always made a point to be polite to corvids, in particular, knowing enough about their long memories to understand the trouble with pissing them off- and that goes double for the crows in any magical environment, who might be shapeshifters or worse. She's honestly a lot more respectful to them than she is to most humans.]
[Normally, her nomadic lifestyle means her politeness is a passing gesture, at most, but she's been at Daybreak long enough for the local flocks to catch on to her willingness to give them snacks and shiny objects. By now, she's managed to achieve a surprisingly amiable rapport with the smarter nearby birds, and will frequently spend a lunch break sitting outside, tossing them food and getting to know them.]
[...For someone who doesn't have this context, though, seeing Jail reclining casually on a bench in the quadrangle while completely surrounded by birds might be a little. Weird.]
[Crows, jays, starlings, magpies, sparrows, even the occasional raven... there's a massive mismatched flock perched all over the bench, occupying every inch of bare space that Jail herself isn't sitting on, as well as the ground around it on all sides. She's absorbed in an odd, possibility one-sided "conversation" with them that seems to consist mostly of thoughtful murmurs and the occasional bit of tossed granola, but if she hears someone approaching she'll look up, tilting her head curiously.]
[A frankly worrying amount of the birds look up at the same time, seeming to almost mimic her gesture. The effect is a little disturbing...]
[(She absolutely trained them to do this on purpose.)]
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