FrankenDaughter

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

Confidence, A's on your paper, college degrees, awards for best in show, ordained within your church?

Nah, that's all just headology.

We're fucks.

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

"One of the most interesting things about our observations regarding progress made by 'elevirtual' is that each member is starting to demonstrate traces of magical affinity. Ms. Miller was right to flag them for surveillance. This is one of the clearest observable demonstrations since enlightenment-age studies that magic is a manifestation of actionable abstract thought. I don't think it will help us to disprove the myth that you can breed magical affinity--the Corpus crippled themselves with that assumption and it will be to our benefit if they try that road a fourth time. But at least we know for a fact that magic can be taught. Self. Taught. We shall be living in exciting times with this generation of our species. AR/VR proliferation has wonderful long-term implications for a magical renaissance within the next quarter-century." - Samantha Ried-Rothchild, exerpt from "NA Emergent Magocultural Studies: June 2017 Report"

Public knowledge:

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

@codex Well wishes to you. Life comes first.

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HYPE INTENSIFIES.

The Vodlund Presses [Alpha] [Journalism] [Sex] [Drugs] [Rock n' Roll] [Specter of Apocalypse] [All the Cool Kids Are Here]

As I have stated prior, my soul hesitation with throwing my hat into the mix is not wanting to commit to too many roleplays and then needing to drop out of at least one of them.

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

Akagalcia

@Zarkun

Akagalcia lead them into the small shop with little fanfare. It was not a place for... subtle... shoppers. Indeed, Rave could see that throughout the shop were several different name plates featuring collections of outfits and mismatched articles, names that sounded like companies and names that sounded like individual clothiers. Every name plate had its own style, and while the few display pieces at the window had only vaguely caught Akagalcia's attention, she found herself drawn like a hummingbird in a garden from one piece to the next.

A couple of other less enraptured patrons were milling around, affecting disinterest in their arrival. Rave noticed that one of them was paying Akagalcia a fair bit of attention. She was already being approached by the proprietor, a plump old man huffing sweet-smelling cigar smoke. They seemed to hit it off immediately as the proprietor lead her to a back room, giving Rave some genuine time to himself. In a few minutes both patrons had departed, one of them taking a pair of pants and paying at the autokiosk. Rave was alone.

Several times over the next few minutes Rave heard one or the other of Akagalcia and her new friend laughing. Out the shop window, crowds surged in either direction. But Rave sensed something, peering amongst the teeming masses for... he wasn't sure. It was a sympathetic resonance. It tickled at his surface thoughts and then he saw it, a small, red wicker basket, floating in the center of the busy street. No one seemed to notice, but everyone seemed to give it a safe distance. From it, a pale gray head emerged, perhaps the size of a peach, with huge, opal black eyes and a small mouth set in a forlorn frown. It was attached to a long, worming neck that coiled out of sight in the basket. But the creature's face was looking directly at him, staring.

Figures passed in front of it, but it never moved. Then, a Door appeared behind the creature, and moved forward, swallowing him and closing. It was gone.

Akagalcia and the priorietor were still in the back, conversing loudly.

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

"Of course, one of the theories that rings most true in our community is that what we do can be taught. Merlin, Franz Mezmer, John Snow, Joan of Arc... and do not mistake my focus on examples from Western cultures for some queer distribution of magical genes. Magic is a human birthright. For every score of peoples... in every history... from every culture... you will find mages among those remarkable. The subtleties of our traditions informed their decisions. They go quietly into our past, some failed, some successful... but each of them stands as an example of what it truly means to work for The Guild.

We accentuate and inform sciences. We beget benevolence within fields of study and practice that need it. We provide hints of stability where momentum can carry it to fruition. And, as the world shakes, you can find each and every enemy to our cause.They act in uncoordinated concert, playing to the worst impulses man might indulge. Find an engine for power, with rules made to fail, and you will as likely find a foolish man as a seed of the Corpus.

We mages are as few in number as any time in recorded history. Our influences on civilization have spiraled well and fully out of our control. And every year, I swear, it is fucking Animal Farm. Look from man to pig and pig to man. Even we are losing track of which is which." - Magus Nwabudike Laal, Guild Master Archivist

Would things like this be acceptable? Not as IC posts, but just as little submissions to flesh out present day ideas about how things wound up the way they are.

Music Appreciation Thread

@Altered Tundra

This was... a very nostalgic thing to listen to. Not because I have ever listened to Frost before, but because over the course of the song I was reminded of a lot of things I've listened to since 2010, and had come to those memories straight from remembering listening to Rush in my youth. The comparison to Rush is accurate in terms of intended intricacy alone. But from popular music, this reminds me a little of a lot of different bands and artists that have a similar intent.

On the electronic side of things, I was reminded of Shpongle and Infected Mushroom. On the fusion/prog side of things I was reminded of Enigma and Sting. But, overshadowing any of this were some of the independent, obscure music makers I've listened to as an adult. Specifically, the overproduced madness of Shnabubula, and the dissatisfaction with any one style for too long that defines the haphazard nature of Vupltrax.

One thing though; I was truly grateful for the fact that I had the house to myself when I tried listening to this. Anything less than enough volume to shake the living room would've been a disservice to such a delightful assemblage of ideas. This is one of those tracks I can hardly imagine recommending to anyone because most people I know don't listen to music as avidly as I do. There's a lot of clash herein that will be difficult for people. I got through it. I'm not certain anyone else I know would with a smile on their face. Phew.

Very good once.
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Another one of my secret favorite things, from a secret favorite album I can pretty much listen to once a week and never find old.

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

Akagalcia

@Zarkun

"So I take it you've just been familiarizing yourself with a small area for the sake of familiarity?" Rave asked, pausing at an intersection to survey. Akagalcia stepped around him, not trying to step in his way, but subconsciously mimicking the flow of the crowd and then circling to the other side of him. She too was keeping her eyes open.

"Home is where you spend time. Athredan is full of people that seem happy. Young people who fight well, artists, storytellers, cooks, crafters." As they continued down the main road she seemed to relax more and more, the chemical facility now out of sight. "My tribe traveled with several others for safety and things felt much the same. It is not good to run alone." Akagalcia spoke the last with some sorrow. But, looking around, that was forgotten as a little clothing shop came into view. Akagalcia started toward it, cooing under her breath at a pair of pants.

"I will need to look like some of the part of this world." It was a true statement. For all Akagalcia's manner could seem beneath notice, several of the pelts among her leathers belonged to no creature Rave had even read about. Anyone with a keen eye would find them unmistakable.

Hey! Click this!

@catchamber

Would Sticks be more than the suggestion of a good time?