New Guard

It's Not Magic
Some things go over his head

Deaglan’s quiet self-reflection (or ‘moping’, as the people of Earth call it) in the gardens had become the norm for Deaglan’s Saturdays. However, this time he was ruminating over the cellular device he had bought days before the ‘Escape Room’, and its delinquent protector, sold to him by the man using the strange honorific. It was nothing like the golem of Mrs. Dugan, and it certainly wasn’t humanoid in shape. The small protector even had instructions for disassembly, not that it mattered for one like himself; he wasn’t a wizard of any sort, and only knew what little magic his father taught him. Even figuring out the device itself was a chore and seemed more arcane than things from the City of Silver. He at least figured out how to turn the lantern on and off, but that did little to console him, nor help him fit in.

He began fidgeting with the device, toying with the search bar, pretending he knew what he was doing. There seemed to be a stigma associated with being "out of the loop’, and he certainly wasn’t willing to ask anyone from the escape room, and certainly not Alea. The former would invite embarrassment and ridicule, and the later, well… She would be certain to lord it over him. His nose wrinkled at the thought, the expression lingering briefly before an idea sprung from his head. Alea was asking Angel about something when he chanced upon them before. Probably something Earth related, given the context of the conversation as well as Alea and himself both sharing (and initially bonding over) a lack of knowledge about what Detroit was. That was it! Perhaps he could ask Angel, avoiding the ridicule all together.

Deaglan found her not far from the church, waving and offering a smile. “Angel! Do you have a moment?” The older girl glanced over to him, offering a smile in return.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I need help. With a golem.”

Her smile melted into a frown, her brow lofting at his request. “A golem? Deaglan. Is this another prank like the one at the party?”

“Uh, no, not quiet. I bought a protector. For my phone? It isn’t animating, or doing anything for that matter.”

Angel stood with her arms crossed, her expression deadpanning as he continued. She held out her hand expectantly. “Give it here.”

Her expression caught him off guard, though he handed her the protector readily. Within seconds she opened it up and she held her other hand out. “And your smartphone.”

Deaglan hesitated briefly before handing his cellphone over. As she settled it into the protector, regret was already starting to set in.

“It’s a protector, Deaglan, it goes around the phone. Didn’t it have a manual? This isn’t magic, it’s technology.” She held out the newly encapsulated phone.

Deaglan meekly accepted the phone as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I… right. I accidentally lost it,” he lied. “Thank you. I can use it with peace of mind, now.”

As Deaglan began hurriedly turning away, a hand on his shoulder gave him pause and he turned his head once more to Angel. “Don’t worry,” she said with a reassuring smile. “It takes everyone a little bit of time to get used to things.”

Now, even more unsure what to do, Deglan stammered out something about a class assignment being due. He wasn’t even positive the words came out in the correct order! His cheeks were so red from the rush of blood, that he feared his head might pop off!

There was no ridicule, but there was so much embarrassment! Yet, when he thought back on it later, he smiled.

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Unus Pro Omnibus, Omnes Pro Uno

Splashed across the front page of the The Daily Word, a tabloid morning daily in Freedom City, are blurry photos of Wraith, Gargoyle, and Barricade battling a street gang, clearly taken from an above fire escape. Barricade’s traditionally gleaming white armor has been changed to matte black and he carries a massive blue psi-energy shield that he’s using to cover the retreat of a number of people running away from the conflict. Each of them have a stylized triangle on their chest with a different emblem in the center. All and all, they look like any of group of established (and appropriately theme-matched) super heroes operating in Freedom City. In another photo, the three of them are flying away from the scene as police cruisers arrive, the Trine logo predominately scored into the wall of a nearby building.

NEW MASKED TRIO SPOTTED IN THE FENS
POLICE SEARCH FOR UNREGISTERED VIGILANTES

Over the past week, we’ve received numerous reports of a new group of super heroes operating in the Fens. “Trine”, as they’re calling themselves, have returned to the Fens neighborhood once frequented by dangerous vigilante “Redline” and are disrupting the vice trade of several neighborhood gangs that have filled the vacuum left by Redline’s retirement. Speculation runs rampant to their origin and motives.

Our reporters are working diligently to identify these newest members of Freedom City’s stable of super heroes. Anyone with information about the self-identified “Trine” trio are asked to contact our offices immediately for a hefty finder’s fee. The FCPD are also looking for information.

The Daily Word, December 15th, 2016

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What We Do With Our Gifts
Green on the tree, Red in the ledger

(Internal monologue in parentheses, other text in journal or otherwise written)

HOLY CRAP, IT HAPPENED!
RANT AND RAVE, MET AND DEFEATED AT THEIR OWN GAME!
EVEN WHEN THEY, AND THE REST OF ELYSIAN, TRY TO CHEAT!
I think I’ve found a new emotion to fuel my abilities!
(…and the music was awesome too…)

“Greetings!
Since I won’t see many of you over Winter Break, consider this an early holiday gift. Reciprocation is not necessary; gifts imply no obligation except to hopefully enjoy them in the spirit they were given.
—AB”

(Two more of these, then delivery. Might as well go grab my tuxedo while I’m out. What was the alarm code again? It seems so long since I’ve been home.)

Even with the spectacular outcome of Friday, not everyone had the best night. Coincidentally, they headed off together afterward, hopefully to share their disappointment — and not much else. Reggie’s going to be…well, I’m not sure what he’s going to be, but I’m willing to bet it won’t be subtle. Part of me says I’ve done enough, especially during the show, but the other part says I still owe each of them something. Hopefully they’ll take these as gifts and not insults. The third one…I’m absolutely SURE she’ll love it.


Hood up to Pass Unseen, Aaron delivers a loosely wrapped parcel with the generic message above on a tag at three of his classmates’ doors. Each one also has a personalized message inside.

GMs: If any of this is un-kosher, consider it un-done.

To MC: An empty LP sleeve. On the front is a photorealistic drawing of the Rave to End All Raves. The colors practically jump off of the cover, and you could swear the figures onstage move slightly. Inside the sleeve is a folded card reading “MC…Whenever you release your first album, and I know you will, I can’t think of anything better for the album art.”

To Casanova: A lump of pale yellowish metal, about palm size sits in a soft polishing cloth. Something luminous appears to be embedded in the metal, barely visible at one of the thinner edges. “Casanova: It might not look like much, but give it some attention often and it’ll turn into something great. No shortcuts, no cut corners, just time and effort.” (This is a simple Artifact with a delayed Transform on it: Casanova’s Claremont Class Ring)

To Charlene: A notebook sized Native American dreamcatcher. The horsehair is so fine that when struck by light at just the right angle, its shadow is subtly prismatic. “Charlene, Sadly, I learned the hard way why mind magic is taught later. I think I’ll keep my out-of-body experiences to this plane of existence, but couldn’t leave you hanging. Shamans put these over their beds to give good dreams, and this one has some special mojo: it captures rainbows. Hopefully it can help you capture yours.”

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Between Light and Dark
There is Only. . . Shadow

First of all, to be completely clear to anyone from, say, a disciplinary committee reading this, if Noah gets his hand chopped off inside of a locked cabinet trying to read this journal, he was warned.

Hi, New Journal. I had to buy you because my old Journal was destroyed in the incident last week. Oops. The upperclassman I bought you from said you’d temporarily de-power anyone who touched you, so that should be pretty decent security, I think. NOAH.

Anyway, this week has been pretty okay. Which, I mean, compared to the weekend, shouldn’t have been too hard. I figured Parent-Teacher Conferences were gonna blow, but sheez. . . getting thrown around by a giant hose in front of the whole school, having mom just being my mom out there in front of everyone. I swear, if Schism hadn’t zapped me out of there, I’d probably have just died. DIED.

But, since then. . . I dunno. I figured everyone would be making fun of me, but they were mostly talking about Kismet’s performance, and of course, I mean, all the other crazy stuff that went on that day.

Including Shadow’s parents being creepy golems. That was kinda sick. Actually, no, it just sucked. Shadow really hated that. It made her feel awful, and really scared.

Which. . . which I guess I know. Because for whatever reason, I guess we’re talking now? She always used to sit with the cool kids at lunch, but a few days ago, she came by my table while Offspring was off getting another jug of milk, and said thanks for helping her out back there, and being so cool about it.

Which was. . . huh. I don’t think a girl’s actually ever called me cool before. Which is stupid, right? Recluse says I’m cool as hell, which has to be true, because he’s cool as hell. So, I mean, I guess Shadow’s gotta be pretty cool, too, to recognize that.

And I mean, she is. We were in the library the other day, working on some stuff for that stupid video project I got pulled into (I guess you don’t know about that, New Journal), and she totally knew about DIR EN GREY when they came up super organically. How awesome is that?

Plus, she’s been helping me with the Twilight Darkness. After I really hurt that guy at the party a few weeks ago, I’ve been super freaked about letting it out all the way anymore. But I had to do it at the conference day to save Sha—to stop the golems, I mean, and since then, I’ve been doing what the counselor said, and practicing with it. And she helps me stay grounded; says she knows a little bit about inner darkness. That’s pretty sick.

Actually, yesterday night, when we were hanging out in the gym after class, she told me about some of the crazy stuff she used to get up to in the Yakuza. I mean, she was obviously really ashamed about it, and hated that her shadow made her do all that stuff. That’s pretty crazy, New Journal. I hope she’s gonna be okay. She smiled a little when she said goodnight, though. That was. . . I dunno man.

Anyway, I’ve really got to get back to this stupid history video. Apparently I’d basically flunk out of I didn’t finish it. And I really wanted to see Shadow again after dinner. Me and Offspring were gonna hang out in the chapel, but I mean, he can probably loom by himself, I think. He’s gotten really good at it.

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Thanks for the Memories
"This is why I don't mess with mind magic."

“A rampaging dragon. Demons, and demon hunters. Chaos, fire, wind, and rain. Another giant plant…thing. Just another day at Claremont.” These were the thoughts crossing Aaron’s mind as Master Maarten took his usual abrupt leave. Instead of a reprimand for using spells beyond what he was allowed, he was commended for bending the rules. He’d have to thank Nina next time he saw her for the inspiration. Riding an emotional high, he sat down to work on his term paper. But where were all of the books he’d checked out? “Oh, right. I panic-returned everything when I found out it was Maarten coming instead of my parents. At least what I’ve got so far is… Oh. No. No no no no no.” With no thick books to hold the loose leaf paper down, pages were everywhere, including under a spreading pool of ink. The day’s activities had been, after all, pretty volatile. A great peal of thunder, a dragon careening into the wall, anything could have jarred the desk enough to knock over the inkwell. Casting a long glance to an unlit double-ended candle held in a brass ring stand, Aaron mumbled to no one in particular “Time to start over.”

[time passes]

“What do you mean, they’re not available?”

“Please, lower your voice. This is a library, after all.” The librarian at the desk stared grimly at Aaron over tortoiseshell glasses precariously perched on the end of her nose. “You returned those volumes this morning. They have been checked out again, as every other student in your class is also working on that assignment. At least the ones who haven’t waited until the last moment to complete it, that is.”

“My work was lost. I HAD been working on it, but…” It was worthless. The subtle side-to-side shake of the librarian’s head confirmed that whining was useless. After a heavy sigh and a heartless “Thank you”, Aaron took his pen and notebook (spiral bound this time) and sat down at one of the common tables. Opening the notebook to the first page, containing only the words “The History of Freedom City”, he didn’t even bother to uncap his pen. He’d already plumbed his Mind Palace for his previous work and came up empty; it’s funny how your mind can race with ideas on one topic, storing every minute detail about a farm girl’s meeting with an alien meteor, or a parking lot rave, or phantasmal skulls in bushes, or bad voodoo in your aura, or forging your first Spectral Staff, or any number of INTERESTING things while simultaneously copying notes from a history book. Notes that were on paper, so he didn’t bother to remember them.

An hour passed. Every few minutes, a new idea was scribbled on to the inside cover, then dismissed. Halfway through, other students began to move away from Aaron. He was probably talking to himself. Probably not in English either.

[on the inside cover]
Track down the books and take them – No.
Track down the books and offer to share – No, I didn’t do it, why would anyone else?
Get something from the city library – I bet someone already has.
Rewinding time NO!
Go deeper into the Mind Pala——-

Finally, inspiration. Aaron jumped to his feet, knocking over his chair (right in the funny bone, ow), drawing every eye (and a loud “shush!” from the librarian) as he shouted.

REGGIE!”

Pridefully, he gathered his notebook and made to leave. He’d thought so far outside the box, he’d crossed into someone else’s box. He mumbled, “And since it would be a willing exchange, none of the precautions really mattered, right? That elbow shot did hurt though, so take just a second, calm yourself, the pain is more in your head than your nerves, will it away.”

The door swung open somewhat slowly. Reggie looked confused and half asleep. “Dude, what time-”

Aaron cut him off.

“I need to get inside your head.”

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Dynamic Duo or Fantastic Four?
Jeff and Jason talk about adding new people to their relationship

“What about Noah?”

Jason shifted from the half-reclined position on the grass to a sitting position. “Noah? Really? But he’s so… happy.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Not everyone can be dark and brooding. Besides, I saw you watching him during PE.”

Jason gave a half-smile. “How can you not? He’s like a one-man circus, all three rings, plus the clowns.”

“… and fun to be around. You laugh at his awful jokes.” Jeff noted.

“Okay, fair. He’s funny in a sad sort of way.” Jason grinned to his fullest as Jeff punched him playfully in the shoulder.

“Whatever, he’s cute and you’re cuter when you laugh, so win-win.” Jeff said, counting off the positive points on his fingers.

“So I’m cuter than Noah?” Jason responded, wagging his eyebrows and leaning in far too close to Jeff.

“Not when you’re giving creeper-face.” Jeff said, scooting back and snapping a psionic wall between them.

He couldn’t help but laugh at Jason’s smooshed features against the clear barrier. In a fit of laughter, he lost control of the effect. It gave way suddenly and Jason tumbled onto him. For several moments, they remained on the grass in quiet closeness. Jason eventually dis-entangled and returned to his half-recline. “What about Luke?” Jason offered.

Jeff sat up. “Um, wouldn’t that be like dating another you?”

“Isn’t two of me your secret fantasy?” Jason countered, giving an evil grin.

A red blush quickly rose up Jeff neck and face as he sputtered a defense. Jason laughed. “Okay, Luke for sure then.” he said.

Jeff quickly tried changing subjects. “You think Noah and Luke like each other?”

Jason shrugged. “Not sure. I don’t think they have a lot of classes together. And you’re making a big assumption that they’d both say yes.”

“Okay, true. So how do we go about this?” Jeff responded, pulling at the grass to hide his nervousness.

Jason waved away the concern, tapping at his smart-watch “Already taken care of. I added it to tomorrow announcements. Luke Dixon and Noah Garcia, Jason Drake and Jeff Mauer would like to ask the two of you out on a date.”

Jeff’s eyes widened as he dove for Jason’s wrist. Laughing, Jason used Jeff’s momentum to roll the pair and switch their places. As Jason sat on Jeff’s chest, he showed Jeff the digital display where tomorrow’s weather scrolled by harmlessly. “God, you’re such an asshole.” Jeff mumbled.

“Yes, but I’m your asshole” Jason said, leaning down for a kiss. The laugh escaped Jeff’s mouth before he could catch it. “Phrasing? Is that still a thing?”

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Star-crossed Smallville
Hero stuff, right?

“No, Reggie. I am totes not going to go behind my dad’s back to get you ridiculously top secret AEGIS info on aliens.” Nina had her arms crossed and was giving Reggie a look that channeled his own mom.

“Wow…freaky. Stop that. With the look. You’re momming out on me over there.” Reggie put up his hand to block Nina’s eyes from his view.

“Jesus, Reggie. I’m serious. You know that isn’t my thing. I’ve got a good thing going here and I’m not risking it for…what the heck would you need this f…oh.” She gave him a knowing look which quickly became a judging look.

SERIOUSLY!? You want me to risk not only my reputation but also my permanent record and, quite possibly, my relationship with my dad FOR YOUR CRUSH!?” Nina’s arms were now unfolded and her hands were clenched fists. Her eyes were glowing silver.

Reggie quickly put his hands in front of himself protectively.

“Woah woah woah. No it’s not like that!”

Her glare intensified.

“Ok ok…maybe it is a bit like that. OK FINE it’s a lot like that.” Reggie let his arms drop.

Nina rolled her eyes and turned to walk away. Reggie shot out his hand quicker than she could see and grabbed her wrist.

“Wait. No. It’s not just that!”

Nina paused and looked at her wrist and then over her shoulder at him. He immediately let go.

“Listen. We have it easy, right? I mean sure you worked super hard to get a handle on and control your powers. Quite well I might add. Jeeze, it must’ ve taken you what? A few years to get those wings formed. And those blasts! Man those…”

Nina let out an exasperated “ugh” and turned to walk away again.

ANYWAY! Me, I was born this way too and I’ve had fourteen years to get a handle on all of this.” In the blink of an eye he was in front of Nina trying to stop her from walking away.

“But with her…it happened to her. Flipped her world upside down. And it’s not all cool blasts and wings or super speed. Her powers seem to only hurt people. She doesn’t want them to but they do. And that sucks. Can you even imagine how you would have turned out if your cool silver energy gave the people around you cancer? Crappy, right? All me and [Jeff are trying to do here is give her the chance to prove she is normal. Like us. That she can control this stuff. Shape it. Like we do. We just need info is all.”

Ninas eyes stopped glowing and her posture relaxed a bit.

“Yeah ok that sucks. I hear you. I get it. But I’m not going to break the law to help you, Reggie. The CW is super fun and you’re cool and all but no.”

Reggie smiled. “Then don’t break the law. Just ask for it. Tell them what you want and why you want it. You’re basically being groomed to follow in dad’s footsteps and you’ve proven time and time again that you’re super responsible and make good decisions. All that stuff the olds eat up. Nom nom nom. And that’s cool! Hell I’d kill for your discipline. Well not actually kill, but…anyway. Your dad sees his little girl trying to do some good in the world to help out a girl who just wants to feel normal. How can he say no? That’s hero stuff, Nina. Besides, a Charlene that could maybe control her powers and use them for good is someone I’d think AEGIS would rather have around.”

Nina walked forward putting her index finger on Reggie’s chest and pushing hard.

“Ok. Fine. I’ll ask. But you owe me.”

She poked him and said “Big.”

Reggie put up his hands in surrender and blinked backwards a few steps.

“Loud and clear, Nike. And thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Apollo.” She cracked a smirk.

Reggie smiled and sped off to the science lab to share the news with Jeff.

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Something is afoul in Elysian...
...and we put it there.

Most people think magic is all about belief and will; say a few words and wave your hands and it happens. It’s more about equations: measuring the amount of energy that you guide through proven methods to channel it to your desire. The hand-waving and words help with focus. So, I guess it’s more like physics, though the magic I was about to try WAS all about belief and will.

sharp intake of breath “It just works. It just works. It just works.”

Aaron lifts the lid on his MacBook. For the time being, his plea has been heard.

“Hey Dad,

Claremont is pretty awesome. I’m making friends, keeping up with studies, and doing the kind of things you talked about in COLLEGE, while I’m still in high school! Last night, we went over to a rival school and pulled some pranks. You always talk about liability, so I’ll just say that if business takes you near the Elysian Academy, hold your nose. ;)

I see that you and Mom are coming to visit in a couple of weeks. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to show you around, especially my SOLO ROOM. That’s right, I had a roommate for all of a day before winning my own room. It’s pretty nice…not much bigger than the regular dorm rooms, but there’s only one of me in here, so it feels a lot bigger. I’d send a pic, but now I think I’ve talked it up enough that seeing it in person is the only way to go.

the screen goes momentarily dark before relighting

Anyway, gotta run. See you in 2 weeks!

—Aaron"

Send. Close lid. It just worked.Now, to glance over the OTHER correspondence I’m sending today…

“Master Maarten,

I hope this letter finds you well. I continue my studies at the Claremont Academy, which gives me ample reason and free rein to practice my craft. It is this practice that prompts this letter. While my training so far has been grounded, my assignments so far have presented challenges of a more vertical nature. I am well aware of the strictures imposed by the Scholars’ training regimen, and I am also aware that they can be waived in certain situations. I am hereby entering a petition for such a waiver to allow me to practice ahead of my path in the Schools of Passage, specifically apprentice-level flight and levitation. I trust that you will see my petition through to the Council.

Regards,
Aaron"

Satisfied with the request, I weave the obfuscation spell over the sealed envelope. Anyone intercepting this letter other than Master Maarten will find a lovely advertisement for vinyl siding.

standing, Aaron straigtens his new Windrider Cloak, picks up the letter, and strides for the door

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Culture Club!
"I understood that reference!"

Mom,

So there’s a decent number of my fellow freshmen that haven’t seen…like anything. Kinda blows my mind how much we use pop culture references in normal conversation. And they get none of them. This…this needed to be fixed. Yesterday.

It’s been like 6 weeks now and we’ve had a meeting of the Claremont Cutlure Watchers (or The CW as Nina C. has been calling it) about every other day. I started things off with the classics. Stuff our parents watched when they were kids. The Goonies, The Breakfast Club, Labyrinth and Dark Crystal (HOLY CRAP did Violet and Alea lose their respective minds over those two). The Never Ending Story was thrown in becauseMr. Summers said it was the best thing ever to come out of the 80’s. I don’t think Nina W. was prepared for what happened in the Swamp of Saddness…

The rest of the faculty seems to have caught wind of what we are doing too. Ms. Harcourt insisted we watch Dexter’s Lab, so we did the whole retro Cartoon Network thing for a few nights. Mrs. Learner asked if we had done Harry Potter yet and Ms. Tuttle said we should do Starwars first and then went into this huuuuge monologue about what order to watch them in. I think we settled on Machete Order. She also promised to reserve a room for us and look into making this an officially sanctioned school club. Yay extra curricular activity? Even the upper classmen have started giving their two cents. I think we’ve got enough TV and movies to watch for the next 4 years for sure….

Most of the other CWers have just started watching stuff on netflix and youtube and whatever else they can get their hands on. I’ve started torrenting as much of the list as i can and just dumping it on dropbox for folk. The connection in this school is on point. Love me some fiber, man…dat speed, doh! Man even watching things at 30x speed, it’d take forever to get through all this.

I wonder if I can talk to Ms. Harcourt about just downloading all this stuff into people’s heads. Matrix style! Dad loved the Matrix. I saw him watching it one time and said “Oh hey cool he can do that thing i do!” and we spent the rest of the day with him shooting paintballs at me and watching me bullet time dodge with the High Speed camera. Man I miss him.

Any way, thanks for sending me here mom. Things are going awesome. You’re the best. I promise I’m actually studying too. Its not all screen time and free time.

Love You,
Reggie

P.S. WHO THE HECK WRITES LETTERS ANYMORE, MOM!? Ugh. This is going to take forever to get to you isn’t it? Uuuuuuuugh…snail mail…

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First Day of School, Six Whole Weeks In
"Who's the new kid?"

[This appears as though typed from an old-school typewriter. Then again, how do you thread a bound journal through a typewriter?]

I am. I am the new kid. After six weeks of doing my lessons abroad, what with Dad closing a deal in London for three of them (“You HAVE to see London, you love old stuff!”) and then the Alaskan cruise (“Fall’s the best time do see the Northern Lights, school be damned!”), I have finally arrived at the Claremont Academy. And oh, what a day it has been. Let’s see, what can I remember…

8:45am – Greeted at the gate by the Vice Principal. Great, I’m already in trouble…nope, she sympathizes as she’s got a daughter here. Wait, was that sympathy or a thinly veiled jab at my parents? Either way, I’m escorted to my dorm room and excused from classes for the day. I do remember signing up for some sort of outdoor “fun” event though. Hopefully that registration is still valid, as it’s a nice day for fall.

8:50am – Greeted at my dorm room door by my new roommate, Noah. Wait, why is he in his room? When do classes start around here? Is everyone excused today? Noah is certainly interesting. Feeling like I can cut loose a bit, I unpack my wardrobe from Elsewhere, letting my hold on the un-space lapse as I throw clothes and other sundries into a closet that I assume is mine. Noah’s had a few weeks with a room to himself, so he’s stretched out his boundaries. There’s no need to make a splash, so I go along with it.

1:30pm – Lining up with nine of my compatriots, we’re paired up and sent off in search of a flying key. Also, there are killer robots. Thankfully, we’ve got gimmicked jumpsuits to protect us. They are also gimmicked to change our appearance. My partner, Junior, a true hulk of a boy, makes himself up as Frankenstein’s monster. I go with Doctor Frankenstein to make a theme. A try-hard kid further down the line sees our theme and changes his costume to something in-theme with his partner too. There’s “fitting in” and there’s “biting style”.

2:00pm – I now trust approximately four of my classmates. When the coach’s whistle blew, five of them flat out attacked each other. Junior and I went for the key; having fifteen minutes to prepare goes a long way when you work with the Arts. What I’m told is the science building exploded, other students started interfering in our game, and someone was stomping around in a mechanical bear. “Casanova” is going to feel that hit tomorrow, jumpsuit or not. I threw a swimming pool onto a burning building. Six hours in and this is way better than middle school.

4:00pm – Returning to my former room, Noah isn’t there. Probably for the best. I turn my gym bag into an Elsewhere stash again with some quick words and re-pack, ready to move into my new room, won during the …race, I guess? Not wanting to run into Noah (how do you say you’re moving out of a room you spent a few minutes in without it looking bad?), I throw my mind toward my new doorstep, and in an instant, I’m there. I hope the ritual marks from my workings fade before Noah gets back. I’d hate for him to think I just moved in, drew some arcane symbols, and left.

8:00pm – Settled in, my gym bag is now a threadbare wreck. I’ll need another one. Note to self: ritually prepare mundane objects before forcing magic through them. However, I do have a room to myself. There’s enough space in here for a bed and desk along with a small working area. I figure I’ll spend the rest of my waking hours setting up that workspace. Maybe I’ll start work on one of those enchantment scrolls I picked up in London…

[The remainder of the page is filled with geometric doodles and runic words.]

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