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Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills:
Current Outfit

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Rohan zeroed in about the chatter surrounding a severed head. As long as it wasn't the head of anyone he knew, he didn't have much to worry about. If it was Connie's severed head, he would've been missing by now. Someone like Finely or the MacLeods, on the other hand, would've meant something strange happened. Clearly not much to fear, so he tilted his head to Annika, who had just appeared. She seemed nice, so he just gestured to a chair. He was perfectly content to socialize, as long as he didn't have to get within arms reach of that many new people right now. The instinctual creature in Rohan told him someone here was liable to poison something, either intentionally or otherwise. An emotional reaction to someone getting touchy-feely, Jake deciding to jump up and cast something wild on a whim, or maybe Finley would cause a bit of mischief. Inexperience and magic went together like flesh and maggots. Tragically.

"Don't let me stop you-"

Oh, there's Franklin.

"Either of you. Hey, Frank. Plenty of room." Rohan picked up a fork. ”I’m willing to let you take a look later, I need to dig some notes up anyway. Tomorrow’s gonna be busy, we’ll probably be in that room or deeper for hours, or longer if Marino’s feeling unhinged.” More than she’d seemed already, that is. Not that Rohan was going to say that part out loud, of course.

”I don’t have any of it right now, but there’s this stuff I can make that I call Flamepitch. It’s like Greek Fire, or holy water… It’s made of blood and tree sap- The normal kind,” He added. ”Burns like napalm, but it’s got to be something Infernal. Demons, and whatnot. Next time I make some, I’ll let you study it. Might help, since there’s a small bit of alchemy to it.”

He stuck his fork into his wellington and took a bite. Then he stopped, it tasted strange. It didn't seem like it came from a cow, it wasn't human... Could've been some sort of bird. Maybe something more mythical. The curiosity showed on his face for a brief moment, before he took another bite. "Hmm..." It wasn't bad, though. He had no notes. The risotto went well with it, in his not-so-professional opinion.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
First Day Fit: Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.

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Leah came to a stop along with Sabine, blades throwing up a cloud of snow as she leaned against the rails. Percy was missing? That wasn't good, but he was a teleporter. And he usually had a stick up his ass about something (usually Dorian's), so maybe he just needed space. There were a lot of things happening right now, and he did happen to be pretty shit when it came to people and social things. Just like her. Maybe he just teleported indoors, back home to grab something, or maybe he just left the country for a few minutes. He had gotten pretty good at those huge jumps lately. But still, wouldn't he get in trouble for that? It was a school day.

Leah squinted at Dorian. "Have you tried calling him? Or texting him? Figured you two sort of always knew where the other was all the time, after..." She glanced down at Sabine, then back at him. "You know. Aren't you two basically always in the same place as each other?" Then she pulled out her phone to spam a bunch of messages at the Murdertwink.

@Percy

where aer yoiu

@Percy

if you gotr hurt in tge ice wal; thing i can use maggfic to hreal stuff

@Percy

doriands worried

"Knowing him, he's probably just busy cooling off somewhere. If Percy wants to be found, he'll find us before we can find him. I left, so I didn't really catch whatever happened in that ice wall thing. Did anybody get hurt?"

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: _{She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.}
First Day Fit: Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.

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Holy hell, this was a lot.

Marlena stared at the girls. Or girl. Or girls... They were all clones of each other, identical in every form. That was kind of cool, she wondered if it was a duplication power or some kind of mutant fusion thing. Or maybe they were holograms? Or something weirder? Either way, They seemed to ignore her pretty quick, so Marlena was content to let Millie and Vicky handle the- Aaaaand there goes Shieldmaiden, exit stage left. So much for that. Alas, Millicent was more comfortable with fame and crowds. Marlena considered herself a people person, but the spotlight wasn't where she belonged.

Marlena took a step back, thinking Millicent had this. Then the hockey team came up again, and Jessie- Or the Jessies?- All turned back to her, offering to assimilate her. Marlena felt an unexplainable twinge of discomfort all of a sudden. She put her hands up in fake surrender, turned around and hit feet. A pretty face or faces could do a lot to Marlena, but she liked having her sense of individuality, thank you very much.

_{"Nope. Nope. Nope."} She stuck her hands in her pockets and started walking. There was that uneasy feeling again. Marlena really was out of her depth here. Who the hell just went around offering to stick someone in a hive mind?

Marlena arrived at a huge mound of snow, which people were sliding down on donut-shaped rafts. She’d never gone tubing before. Honestly, Marlena never knew that was even a thing. Didn’t people use skis for that? Whatever, she needed a distraction. So she got in line and snatched a solid red donut raft thing, and began ascending. And as luck would have it, she was right behind April and their brother.

She smirked.

”Come here often?” She joked, hoisting the tube over her shoulder.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
Grimoire:
Skills:
Current Outfit

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Rohan didn't eat much, not in the way most people did. For him, food was just that, food. Sustenance, fuel in the proverbial furnace, something done for survival. Dinners were a social construct, gatherings that were often more about connecting and touching base than actually tending to one's needs. The irony was that the food was so rarely the point of dinner. If he was hungry, he ate something. Food was just food, but sometimes, people need something to spice up their life and give it purpose. But it was time for dinner, and people that were relevant to him were around, so Rohan came back a few hours later after meeting Connie in here briefly. He didn't pay much mind to the extravagant, fanciful, and frankly tacky decor. He was familiar with the place, well enough to just grab a seat somewhere and sit down.

A light volume of wellington and some risotto appeared on his plate. His goblet was filled with black coffee. Rohan elected to sit somewhere away from the babbling wild magician he heard some catty gossip about. A whole table away, in fact. He looked around for anyone he happened to know. He saw that Cassie girl he was sharing a room with. But not Annika, or Connie, or anyone else in his Coven. Not yet, at least.

He took a long, contemplative sip of his drink.

This whole building was probably getting set on fire, or worse, before the end of the hour.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
First Day Fit: Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.

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Leah grinned, and let herself get pulled along on her blades. Sabine was right, ruining the moment was priority negative infinity, not priority one. So she pushed forward and picked up speed, content to whirl around the field of ice with a super sexy blonde mentalist at her side. She surprised herself with how easy this seemed. Balancing all of her everything on two razor-thin blades without them snapping underneath her, or even just wobbling too much wouldn't have been shock, but it turned out that a lot of the skill in swerving around this fast came down to standing still. Leah didn't move that much, she leaned left and right, and occasionally pushed one leg in front of the other to maintain momentum, but it was mostly just doing very little on purpose to avoid fucking it up.

And Leah was pretty damn good at standing her ground. So this was pleasantly simple.

As they made a lap around the rink, a thought occurred to Leah. "...Jotunheim's colder than anything on Earth, constantly. I bet they do a lot more skating back there. A lot more than us." One day, she would have to get some proper clothes for that frozen planet she was born on, sooner or later. Maybe she'd learn how to enchant things with her runes to make them emit constant warmth.

"I'm a fucking genius- One day, I'm going back there. When I do, I'll find out." She flashed Sabine a grin like that of a golden retriever. "Imagine. Biggest ice rinks you've ever seen. If they don't? I'll cast some spells and fucking make one, right in the middle of Jarnvidr. Then I'm wrapping you up so you don't freeze, and I'm giving you the coolest fucking date I can think of."

Holy shit, her heart was thudding. Leah felt gay as fuck.

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: _{She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.}
First Day Fit: Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.

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Marlena's eyes widened at the sight of the holographic stuff. Flaming bees, just out of nowhere, spawned by someone's powers going weird? That was certainly chaotic, she couldn't imagine being there in person. What the hell kind of superpowers could just spawn swarms of incinerating insects? "That sounds like a lot, yeah. Don't blame you for stepping out, I would've done the same." The Contest was fine as a spectacle, but Marlena would be lying if she said it was fun watching that giant magic thing appear. And the rock girl just going for the throat- literally- for reasons known only to God. (Or Odin? Or... Loki? Aegir? Fuck if she knew.)

"I'll keep the advice in mind, though." She had to wonder if Vicky was just a pessimist. Other people who had been around the block a few times seemed enthusiastic, and Vicky just admitted to abstaining on moral contention. And, on top of that, she really didn't need another reason to dread this. Thankfully, though, a distraction came in the form of a whole crowd of barely thirteen year old girls, all screeching about Millie.

Fame had a way of turning people into black holes for attention. They accosted the three older girls and immediately shoved a bunch of sharpies in Millie's face, asking for them to sign their... Faces? What?

Taylor Swift and Katy Perry??? Oh, these kids were crazy. Marlena flinched when the sharpies were jabbed in her direction. They didn't even know her! Or Vicky, if her assessment of the girl's connection to Excelsior was accurate. What did she have to do with this?! Did they just think she was a famous superhero because she happened to be hanging out with a semi-famous superhero and Millicent Broadway? That idea made Marlena a little uneasy, she got along easy with people so she already liked Millie, and April seemed nice too. If this was how anyone even vaguely in their orbits was going to get treated, Marlena wasn't going to be very happy.

"Woah- Ladies, please. You've got the wrong girl. I just go here, and happened to chat up these two. I dunno who I look like, but I'm definitely not a pop-star, sorry to disappoint."

Held roll

Marlena's trying to convince these kids to not demand an autograph from her and be sane and normal. Charisma skill applies, making this a held roll because it's dependent on what NPCs do."

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

Current day
Interactions: Tyler Fuck

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Tommy moved through the crowd of dancing, drunken faces with caution. Anyone could bump into someone else, and get antsy about it. A simple watch it could turn into a drunken fight in front of everyone. And if a fight broke out, he'd just fuck off and go home. If someone tried to make him drink some of that blue sludge he saw at one of the "bar tables," as someone charitably considered them, he'd just fuck off and go home. If someone told him he wasn't actually invited, that he needed to leave before someone got embarrassed? Believe it or not, three tries to get it right, he'd just fuck off and go home. The thrum of the music was obnoxious, the sounds of wails and laughter threatened to give Tommy a migraine, and he was pretty damn sure he smelled something illegal in between the notes of booze and sweat. How did anyone tolerate this long enough for a party to begin and then finish? Did they just get so damn inebriated that they didn't notice the Check Engine lights in their brains? Did they just fucking tough it out? People were fucking weird.

He recognized a few faces. That softball girl, running into the bathrooms that a derelict warehouse seemed to have. Tuyen Doan, not far behind her. He didn't know either of them very well, why would he? He knew plenty of people, but not well. Not personally. They were just faces, not even really acquaintances.

He felt someone poke him, and turned around.

“Wow. Who invited you?”

Paleolithic caveman who throws things far.

Tyler fucking Fox. Tommy craned his head up to look at the taller guy, he didn't have a particularly amused expression on his face. Nobody gave two shits about Tyler beyond his ability to toss a ball and give himself concussions on the field. The guy had an ego he conflated for justification to be annoying in the general vicinity of people who couldn't be bothered to remember his name if he wasn't always shouting about the team. Tommy, being someone who didn't really care about sports, didn't typically hang around in the same circles as Tyler.

So why was he being singled out here?

”Dunno. Must have been a ghost or something,” Tommy remarked. Probably some kid who didn't want the cops blaming them for this, and thought anonymous numbers were good enough for that. ”What about you? Your coach a fan of underage drinking, Fox?” Honestly, who invited him? Tommy could've understood being left out himself, but Tyler? Tyler was just a punk with a half-decent arm. He sure as shit wasn't bringing drugs, he'd get kicked off the team for it. What kind of good vibes was his bitch ass bringing?

A Journey Through Space - A DnD story

Two more screens of magical energy went up in front of Grask and the others, the tubes of energy flickering slightly. Grask whirled around, aimed and shot a slab of rubble that was blocking a road. Distance be damned, a man who made a career out of guns was a man who could shoot, and he plonked backwards into a ditch. The bullet sparked, and a small burst of purple energy sent it flying about a foot up, then into the ground where it couldn't hurt anyone. He turned and started back towards the Inn slowly, intent on staying relatively near this group so he could cover them. Whatever was going on, it was chaotic and devastating enough that this town was surely about to get leveled. He wasn't some ruthless businessman, despite his profession. No, Grask was a sane individual, he wasn't about to just leave others to die. So when the illusions announced some semblance of a plan, and when a beam of light designated someone with initiative, Grask was prepared.

"These barriers won't last long," Grask began, breaking open his Manablaster and loading another psionic round. "But I've got plenty of them!" As if to illustrate his point, one flickered out of the air like a broken window. Grask raised his gauntlet and checked the energy vessels, they weren't supposed to be flickering like that. It had to have been some kind of magic from the tower that was causing all this, not just an earthquake with terrible timing.

"Magic- There aren't any wizards in town that can shut that damned thing off?! It's tearing the entire town apart, we can't stay in the Inn forever! I'll cover all of you!"

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

Current day
Interactions: N/A

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Cornell was a sleepy place. For all the unease, for all the waiting, there was a yawn that began lifetimes ago.

A black Mercury Cougar rolled down empty streets. There was scarcely another car on the road at this hour, no one seeing the old thing turn off the main road and down the winding paths of the town. The interior was cast in shadow, not a sound from the radio or the signs of any life from Tommy's empty passenger seat. He turned this way and that, one arm propped against the door and the other on the wheel. The street lights were sparse, some of them were out and no one was bothering to fix them. Most people were out cold by now, the parents and older folks were indoors and all surely asleep. Meanwhile, half of a generation was up and at 'em at this godforsaken hour.

It wasn’t like there was shit else to do, anyway.

Tommy picked up some speed.

He was surprised anyone had even invited him. Most people didn’t really hang out with a guy like him, let alone bring him along for late-night activities such as a party. But it seemed like everyone was going, and miraculously, he was included. Tommy might not have even known there was a party going on otherwise. He had nothing better to do, and maybe it’d be fun. Maybe he’d have some laughs before he drove home. His mother and father weren’t that overbearing, they weren’t likely to begrudge a kid his age for going to a party anyway. As long as he didn’t get home drunk or beaten to shit, which he wouldn’t.

After long minutes down a dark road, Tommy turned off at a fork and pulled up to a warehouse. It was easy to spot from a distance, with the lights of the few other cars being driven here and the people. He parked near the door, and it was dark enough that no one saw him lean back against his seat. Once the engine kicked off, he felt the vibration of the music coming from inside. Tommy wondered if, maybe, just maybe, this was a fluke. Maybe he wasn’t invited and someone had just dialed the wrong number. Maybe that text message had to be responded to before he deleted the contact he wasn’t familiar with. Maybe someone had dug up an old case and was here to-

Nah.

He sighed, and popped the glovebox open. From there, he grabbed his switchblade. He bought it off some senior last year, and there was surely a lot of alcohol in that warehouse right now. Tommy stuffed it into his jacket and swung his legs out of the car.

Inside, the music was loud. It almost felt hard to breathe for a second. It shook the floor and filled his stomach with the sensation of being grabbed by a vice. Fuck, that was a lot. He didn’t expect that, and he didn’t expect this many people. There were drinks being slung around, people making out like flesh was the last edible thing in town, and… Oh, someone was dancing on chairs. Sure, why not? It dawned on Tommy that he had no idea who the fuck any of these people were. He recognized the occasional face here and there, but most of them were total strangers. Shit, he imagined bonfires and drugs, not half the alcohol in town and more noise than a den of foxes in heat. Tommy was way out of his league in here.

”Well…”

He sighed, and watched people bump into each other. So many of these kids were drunk off their asses.

”…Shit.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and just strode forward into the mess.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
First Day Fit: Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.

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Thank fuck that Sabine was better at dealing with catty bitches than her. If Leah was left alone to sort out Jyoti and her little pack of attention whores, one of two things was most likely to happen. Either she'd tear them down with words and look like an absolutely sadistic bully, or things would escalate and she'd have to kick Dollar Store Storm's ass for a field goal to put her out of her power's preferred range. Leah wouldn't want to do that, it'd solve very little, but it'd get her to think twice about getting pissy with people she didn't know. People only hung around someone like that because they believed abasing themselves before someone with a smidgen of charisma was an acceptable substitute for their lack of personality. And Leah knew that because she was dating Sabine Bassard.

She waited for them to fuck off, before wheeling around. "Fucking insufferable. Time to bitch about other people being perfect, not enough time to fix their own shit." She sighed. "One of her friends nearly killed Vicky once, did you know that? I remember them, I was just being petty to fuck with her- They had some energy drain power, that before Vicky was open about being an ASTRA. Couldn't stop the fight and they didn't know, I nearly dropped the roof on them. Bitches, assholes, petty fuckers." Leah didn't even sound that mad. Just annoyed.

"Oooo-kay. Back to skating? Or do you want to see if anyone got killed in the last few minutes?" Leah asked.

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: _{She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.}
First Day Fit: Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.

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Marlena pretended not to notice the blush that Natmokara had under her braids. The smirked, giving the clipboard back with her name on it. Hockey with powers sounded weird. For some people, it made sense if they couldn't just turn off super strength or cut off their wings. But she was telekinetic, how would that work? She also refrained from commenting on Millicent's apparent lack in know-how about acronyms. When the tiny girl bounced, Marlena wheeled around and turned her attention to someone that had walked up to her. Victoria, she almost didn't recognize her. She wasn't there in the Contest fight, but she was the one who made that antigravity field that Marlena danced with April in, which was really cool. Marlena stuck a hand out and clasped it around the robo-girl's

"Yeah, hey, that's me. I was wondering who I'm sharing a room with, I'll try and be an easy roommate. I'm new here, same as this lady here-" She turned and gestured to Millicent. "Saw you with the Contest winners, you wouldn't happen to be their Girl in the Chair, would you? I watched, but I didn't see you fighting."

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

"Let the past die," says Ghost Note who recycles characters from Agents of Death....