Raven

Unlike last week's pastoral meadow, this week the class would find themselves sitting around a large table on the balcony of a bustling cafe, overlooking a vast waterway, with tall, elegant buildings that seemed just as much part of the waterway as above it. Rather than more pillows and cushions, they were sitting on a balcony of a coffeashop, many, many stories above ground level, high enough to see the tops of several of the waterfalls. With them was the whiteboard, though the word at the top was no longer peace but
Perfection
And, of course, the same questions from the last two weeks were written out:

• What does blue mana desire? What is its end goal?

• What means does blue mana use to achieve these ends?

• What does blue mana care about? What does it represent?

• What does blue mana despise? What negatively drives it?

• What is blue mana's greatest strength? Greatest weakness?

"Welcome to Ravnica, class," Liliana said and there was no denying the warmth or the fondness in her tone. She loved this plane quite dearly and a lot of care had been put into programming the simulation. "Ravnica is an ecumenopolis, a city so vast it covers the entire plane, serving as proof that mana can thrive even when surrounded by the trappings of industry and civilization, rather than wild, untrammeled nature. This area is rich with blue mana - so much so that the building with the giant statue over there is the home of Isperia, a great sphinx and the guildmaster of the Azorius Senate." Its silhouette was leonine, but only because they were too far away to see the wings folded along its sides.

( Perfection Through Knowledge )

"To follow the philosophy of blue, one must train oneself to examine the world and discover any and every opportunity that awaits - or can be made. Use these opportunities to learn, because with knowledge and mastery one's fingertips, there is no problem that cannot be solved, no question that cannot be answered. Seek not not just knowledge but omniscience, which is just as impossible a goal as perfection, but for blue, it isn't just the destination that's important, but the entire journey to get there, because the journey is where that knowledge is gathered - and where one's own essence is shaped and molded.

throughaphase posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

I'm having A Time and I think I'm in like four meetings today, so here, have a meme we last did in July.

Pose a question (or as many as you'd like, and they don't all have to be in one comment, so you can come back later and add more if you want) to your fellow students, teachers, townies, alumni and expatriates, and they will answer them. These are IC questions and IC answers and should be truthful! They can be personal or silly. You don't have to answer all of them! Nothing counts in game, of course.

So, for example, I'd ping in with a question like 'Are you in love? If so, with who? If not, why not?' And people ping in under me and answer that question. There's no latesies on this, because of the format, so people can ping in at their leisure. And ANYONE can ask questions!

Check throughout the day to see what new stuff may have been added!

wrongkindofsith posting in

*outraged chittering*

Yes, I should probably scold the intern for flattening you just then, but it was funny so I won't.

Up at the School, everyone in the Long Con had a very merry unbirthday, while Creative Writing had technical issues. Gremlins were duelling in the Library, which Caleb ignored, while Cal managed to get roped into joining in.

Over in the Dorms, Caleb was in the Second Floor Common Room watching movies, while in Town, Harley watched a hyena lose to the flamingos in the Park, while Rey had questions. Not necessarily about the hyena.

drumsticksandd20s posting in

For some unknown reason, Steph had been plagued for the past week by a vague nagging sensation that something about her past was... potentially wonky was about the only way she could describe it, really. It wasn't anything foreboding or especially concerning, just the odd awareness that some of her memories from high school were starting to get kind of fuzzy around the edges.

Great. Next thing I know I'll be getting arthritis.

Anyway, she was just going to ignore it.

[OOC: Me @ Squeenix and D9: Haven't you put Max and Chloe through enough? YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH NEW CHARACTERS AND A NEW STORY BUT NOOOOOOOO. Anyway, I'm also choosing to ignore it, and open.]

hasaknightjob posting in

The usual morning tasks were taken care of easily enough that day. Which mean that Steven had time to get lost in his thoughts as he sat behind the Welcome Desk.

Currently his thoughts had him thinking of a story. Something about... a museum employee who met an errant fey creature who flew into the museum one morning?

Maybe a time traveling fey creature?

Steven got out his notepad and started to write these ideas down. You never knew what they'd turn into.

He was interruptible if someone needed him, however.

[open]

not_a_haint posting in

fandomhighdorms

Caleb had felt like he'd been dropped in at the deep end when it came to movies so he'd made a trip to the library to do a bit of reading and list-making, and now he was armed with a supply of micro-waved vittles ~~mun just wanted to use that word~~ (enough to share of course) and the instruction manual for the DVD player so he could try to ease himself the modern movie scene a bit.

So far he had ~~Dracula~~ Alucard starring Bela Lugosi from 1931, ~~Metropolis~~ Proletariat Robot Rebellion from 1927, ~~Duck Soup~~ a Marx Brothers movie, and the Rankin and Bass animated adaptation of The Halfling from 1977.

He'd considered Snow White, but decided that Disney deserved to be a project in and of itself.

He'd welcome company.

Current Music: Danse Macabre

talentforlying posting in

"A merry fucking un-birthday to you all, your fake IDs are here," Constantine proclaimed, pointing at the piles of various identifications on his desk. "Find your documents, then grab a seat."

"I want you today to come up with the identity that goes with those documents -- what makes that person different from you, what's the same? Even if you used your real name, if you were trying to get out of a sticky situation, what lies would you tell about yourself?"

"All the really good lies have some basis in truth, and it's best to practice them in advance. Knowing your persona before you start getting quizzed by a cop can be a lifesaver."

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

The castle from last week was still in the library, but now it was somehow suspended, upside down, from the ceiling. Arden was ignoring it. She had also been ignoring the gremlins dueling one another with foam swords, but that had led to a little bit of a mishap.

Which was why Arden was busily affixing fake flowers to the gremlins, a bite mark visible on her hand, murmuring, "If the rose is knocked off your chest, you lose the duel."

Sometimes these things just happened, okay? Don't worry about that, just focus on the baller song playing pretty much on repeat all day.

totalwildcard posting in

Harley made for quite a visible sight in the park, wearing her bright yellow faux fur coat.

But, yanno. She was there with her giant hyena, so depending on the person, maybe Bruce was still the most eye catching living thing around, 'less you happened to be from somewhere where both spotted hyenas and people with loud fashion senses were a dime a dozen -- in which case maybe the flamingos were the biggest point of interest?

Anyway!

Harley was there, watching Bruce stalk the flamingos by the pond again.

The birds were not having it.

"I keep tellin' ya, baby," Harley called out to him, after a sip from her takeaway cup, "ya gotta watch out for the wings and the legs! And the beak! The whole bird, basically!"

(open!)

good_for_six posting in

Your teachers were here, and a projector was on, so they really were hitting three for three so far this semester.

"The thing is kids," Aphra started them off this week. "In order to write, you need to read. A lot. Good stuff so you can learn what works, bad so you lean why it doesn't."

"And utterly terrible so you have the confidence that whatever you come up with will be better," Isabela added. "And luckily there's a place where you can find all three."

Isabela dramatically pressed a button, and a website appeared on the screen. Isabela frowned at it, then took out her phone, poked at it, and frowned at that.

It wasn't that neither Isabela nor Aphra hadn't noticed the clearly labelled upcoming maintenance warnings on the site, it was just that when it came down to it, they didn't care enough about Earth time-zones to realise it'd be down during their class.

"I guess there's also the library," Aphra said eventually.

stykera posting in

Good morning. Wednesday again, which most of you probably already know. I don’t have many notes from yesterday so this will be quick.

2 notes from the school. Raiden taught his Feeding Yourself 101 students how to make eggs. Ethics was canceled due to…lack of bacta? I wonder if I ought to be concerned about that.

Nothing from the dorms. Sorry, porg.

*chittering*

Why would I apologize to the rest of you for not having many notes? You don’t care. He does!

Finally, one note from the town. Lucifer was at The Devil’s Nest playing piano and arguing with Tiny about appropriate song choices.

That’s all I have. Try not to freeze. It’s cold.

sith_happened posting in

This was entirely Anakin's fault for bragging to Rey about how everyone else got the flu in his house but him.

Class cancelled. Germs are the worst. Earth needs bacta. -AS

[OOC: Both muns have had Days. We'll get you next week!]

carbsliftthespirit posting in

"Okay," Raiden said. "Now that you're familiar with the equipment, let's talk food! Specifically, let's talk eggs. Now, there are a million ways to cook eggs. You could make a whole class out of that! In fact, hmm." He paused, then said, "Something to think about for the future," and shook it off. "Today we're going to make scrambled eggs, because they're easy and delicious. With toast, you've got a great breakfast, or any meal, really. Breakfast for dinner is always a great choice!"

Raiden proceeded to demonstrate how to make scrambled eggs and toast for the class. "You can also add stuff to your eggs, from herbs to cheese or even some bacon or veggies to make 'a scramble,' which is like an omelet only you don't have to be so fussy with it. The sky's the limit! Get to cooking," he encouraged them.

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

Hey there, Fandom. What up, it's me, ya girl Arden Finch, bringing you all of yesterday's top stories today. I'm oddly cold in this radio station, so we're skipping over all the cute commentary so I can run back to Midnight and cuddle up under my blankets, let's goooo!

School started with Squirrel!, where we denied our ADHD tendencies to put together a puzzle, and then Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques made cookies to impress upon us the importance of measuring. Honestly, if I got cookies in exchange for learning more things, I'd probably be a genius. And in Tasks, Professor Pryde-Barton had people trying to get potatoes into holes without touching the red green and the squirrels assure me this makes sense in context, but also, they're drunk before ten am, so you tell me how trustworthy they are.

No Dorms which I'm good with because of the aforementioned cold, and in Town, it was Caleb's - hi, Caleb! - first day at Furnado. Congrats! At the Trooper Station, Officer McGarrett was making important phone calls, and at the Infinite Consortium, Professor Vess found a mask that the squirrels assure me is 'creepy af', before Sairis - hi, Sairis! - stopped by for tea and to catch her up on his week. Professor James Stark brought fries to the Clinic, and at The Devil's Nest, Mr. Tiny was trying to convince Mr. Northman that the people would want popcorn-infused rum.

...That sounds very dubious and I don't even drink.

But anyway! That's all my notes, so this is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off and heading back to bed. I'll be leaving with you Asha's Queen of Bad Decisions, which represents my decision to go outside at all today. Bye, Fandom!

my_own_advocate posting in

"'Contemporary British'," Lucifer echoed, eyeing Tiny as if he'd lost his mind. "And pray tell, what's 'contemporary British'? Dua Lipa? Absolutely not."

Tiny polished the bar with a swipe.

"Why not?" Lucifer said, shaking his head. "I'm not dunking on her qualities as a hook writer, it's just that I am not a trend-chasing Devil, Tiny. Honestly."

He adjusted his jacket and eyed the keys. "No," he said. "Hm. Contemporary British..." He put his hands down on the keys.

Ah, yes.

"So rock 'n roll, so corporate suit-- So damn ugly, so damn cute. So well-trained, so animal, so need-your-love, so fuck-you-all..." He hammered down on the chords. "I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to; if I stopped lying, I'd just disappoint you-- watch me come undone!"

[[ the devil's nest is open ]]

stykera posting in

fandom_clinic

After putting a potato in a hole this morning, Stark arrived at the clinic with coffee and...french fries. It seemed like a day for potato products.

"Brought snacks," he said, putting everything down on a counter behind the front desk. "And coffee. Always coffee."

Even the crab got fries which he eagerly snapped up.

"Good weekend?" one nurse asked.

"Just quiet," Stark answered. "Very quiet."

The clinic was open, the crab was stuffed with potato (not like that), and the alien was in.

throughaphase posting in

Once again the students were in the Danger Shop, in front of the house. There was a golf hole with a flag in the distance, surrounded by a red mat around it. Surely whatever it was would be easy!

"Sorry about last week," Kitty said. "Was a lion, et cetera. But we're back this week, and if you follow me, I'll get you into your own scenarios. Come on, it'll be fun."

throughaphase posting in

Morning, guys! This is Kitty, and sorry for last week. I was a lion. Makes it hard to read notes. These things happen.

So we have Gregorith was jamming out to some Chappell Roan at the museum. He also made his way to The Perk, where he met Saris, who was a little thrown off by him.

And that's all I've got. Till next week, unless I see you in classes.

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