Welcome to Cascade High! (A magic school RP- Open, Started!)(Week One: The Student Club Festival)

[Voidrunner]

James stared blankly at the book for the moment, he couldn't for the life of him recall why it was there. He just blinked for several seconds before finally remembering how he had grabbed the book out of an effort to appear like he had some sort of legitimate purpose in this place.

"Oh yes thank you, I'll get right to reading this!" James hurried to a nearby table and flipped the book open and began intently reading, practically falling into the book. In reality his mind was elsewhere, wondering about who attacked him. He couldn't continue any sort of investigation here because it was likely he was actually the main suspect for any magical misdemeanors. James flipped a few more pages and came across one of those cool spells where you could give someone an electric shock when you shook their hand.

"This looks interesting, yes siree, James Callis is here on serious business." Mandatory talking to himself finished, James cleared his throat and began to recite the incantation to his plate. This wasn't really a private place so he was relying on luck not to be interrupted.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Damien smiled wanly. "Yeah, it kinda does. Having someone to help out, even with just the paperwork, would be so useful. At least then I wouldn't have to catch guys when I've just had a paperlanche crush me." Damien's phone rang and his head fell to the table in mock despair. He sighed, pulling out his cell phone. "Sorry, Kelsey. MEC duties." He said, apologizing to the librarian for his rudeness. "Yeah? This is Damien Lier. Calm down. What's the problem? Okay, okay. Where are you? The west wing? Good, just keep chasing him so he heads straight into the courtyard." Damien put down his phone for a minute and pulled out his plate. ".45 Version Two: Barreta." A longer, sleeker form of the infamous gun appeared, complete with a scope. "Ammo change: Hypocrite's Cloak." Damien put his phone on speakerphone as he went to a library window and pushed it up, revealing quite a good view of the courtyard below. "Okay, where are you?" The girl's desperate voice came over the phone. "I'm almost at the courtyard. He's just about there. Where are you?" Damien focused the .45 right on the entrance of the west wing. "Relax, I've got him. Here we go..." A freshman, breathing heavily, exploded out into the veranda, chased by the victim. Just as explosive was Damien's response. ".45 Barreta- fire." Damien twisted with the kick to minimize loss of accuracy and grinned as the orange bolt of energy hit the runner in the chest, nailing him where he stood.

The delinquient was unable to walk faster than an inch a minute, as if he was weighed down by a lead coat. Damien hung up and dialed a teacher, telling them of events. "Call me back when you get him and I'll cancel the magic." Damien walked back to his seat. "Yay, new record. I only caught three guys doing things today. Normally it's about 7 or so for the first day." Damien laughed as he pondered Sophie's question. "Y'know, I actually don't mind the job. I hate the paperwork, but it's a necessary job and no one else is gonna do it, right? The only annoying part is when people time things to when I'm sleeping, or in the shower. Apparently there's a rumor that I rust and they'll be more likely to get away with it." Damien laughed. "But listen to me complain. I'll live. I might have to eat a few of my students, but I'll live." Damien chuckled as he mocked yet another of the hundreds of rumors that surrounded him like a veil. Taking out a strange, wooden stylus, Damien began to copy the spell he had shown Sophie, filling three pages of incantation in an inhuman tongue in that indescribable color, octarine. "Octarine stylus. You'll need one if you want to copy down a magic spell to paper. Words have power, especially here. You can borrow one from the front desk." Damien closed the books and transported them, one at a time, back to the restricted section. On his way back, Damien got a call from the teacher saying the errant student had been caught. Damien nodded with relief and released the magic, collecting his bag and notebook. "Remind the other students to get their clothes treated if you see them in the dorms. The potion dies at midnight. Oh, and Sophie? Flattery gets you nowhere. I'm just trying not to screw up too bad." Damien called over his shoulder with a grin as he walked out the door, a refreshing turn of events.

Walking past the dorms to what amounted to his private suite as a coed dorm, Damien passed a name written on a door that sounded familiar. "Hmm... Samuel...Samuel... Oh crap! He was supposed to be in my class!" Damien knocked on the ajar door and let himself in quietly. "Hey, Sammy, remember me? It's Damien. Just wanted to know why ya didn't show up in class today. Somethin' screw with you in the system?" Damien's memories of Samuel came flooding back to him. Samuel was a quiet kid in his grade who always had a reason for not being where he was supposed to be, and it usually checked out.

 

[Korten12]

Spoiler

Sorry for the late post.

Gavren---

Holding out the Mo plate, Gavren turned it in all directions, as if to find clues on how exactly to use the thing. Taking it so far as to hit it. Gavren frowned and gave up trying to get it to work. Though he didn?t really feel like he needed to it, he was going to get out of the High School one way or another. Once out, he wouldn?t need it anymore. He hadn?t thought too much as what he would do once he gets out. He vaguely remembered a High School around the area that took in anyone as it was free.

Getting a job, a room at an apartment and then attending school could be a hassle, but it would help him achieve his dream, which currently Magic was interfering with. Taking out his portable gaming device, he began to play it, he turned it off soon after as it reminded him once again that he was stuck.

The guards seemed to be hiding as he saw none, it would be annoying to get rid of them. Then the idea hit him like a brick. What if he were to cause a massive problem, requiring him to be removed from the grounds..?

 

[Kasten]

Samuel groaned very slightly at 'Sammy', but shrugged it off "You know I prefer Sam right? And yes. System." Sam came around the corner, holding out his scedule that didn't even have all the ink dry "You can go check, but the competency-challenged cheerleader Student Rep came in, and practically shreiked at me about laziness as she tried to pass off the paper as I'd had it all along. I think I'm going to burn her laundry if she keeps this up. It's not like she wears it most of the time anyway. And she removed me from The Table." Sam was talking more than usual, even for when he did get into a ramble, then he frowned and stopped, motioned to his chips, salsa, couch and soccer game, a silent offer

 

[revolverwolf]

As James ran off and sat at a table, Kelsey allowed herself a moment to sigh. If he was just going to read it here what was the point of taking it out? Maybe this was just something that she didn't really get from spending so much time in the library... She honestly just wanted to get on with her own stuff, but now that people were taking books out and making a big fuss about things she'd have to stay at the front desk the entire time they were here, which meant her time to catalogue the trolley of books had been cut again and she wouldn't be able to do her own research. No research into Mo, no spells that had caught her eye over the holidays, no revising. Especially no fun.

Her thoughts were cut off by a shrill ring-tone followed shortly by Damien's apology. He had a conversation on his phone, punctuated by him shooting someone from the window, and then another call telling a teacher to go clean up the mess. And then he had a big conversation with Sofia, and then a third phone call. With each infraction she felt more and more like kicking him out, though she fought that urge to the bitter end when he eventually left of his own accord. When did the 'No Talking' rule stop being a thing? Sure, he was an MEC member and a makeshift teacher so it was only right for him to have a bit more leeway than others, but to act so far outside of the rules he was there to uphold and enforce? No wonder so many people disliked him.

Seeing as she could only stay at the desk now she tried to make sure she was still doing things. She tidied away some papers, moved important things away from the desk and, loathe though she would be to admit it, pondered a way to make Damien listen to her rules.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Damien looked at Sam for a moment, then took out his wallet with the MEC badge and threw it on the kitchen table, indicating that he was off duty for the time being. His left fist clenched at the mention of the student rep. "Don't bother. I think she just wakes up and tapes the first square foot of fabric that she sees to her waist." The student Rep was the one responsible for the many cutbacks to the MEC. She had even gone so far as to run a smear campaign against Damien and the MEC and had publicly harangued all who even expressed interest in signing up for the MEC. She had even gone so far as to try and impugn Courtney's character when she tried to run against the student rep. But because no one would step forward, it was all hearsay and Damien couldn't stop her. Damien whistled quietly as he then heard what she had done next: she had removed Sam from His Table. This was completely unthinkable; it was like removing a leg from a chair or the bulb from a lamp. "Sorry, but I can't do a damn thing about her, especially when it's just me. I don't know much about politics, or even being PC, but I do know that everyone would merely think I was being pissy about her damn smear campaigns. Just show up to room 1-B on Wednesday. I'll try to smooth things out." Damien then nodded gratefully at Sam's silent offer and walked over to the couch and sat down, waiting to talk again until Sam had joined him. "So, what did you do over the summer? Anything interesting? Or did ya decide to stay here over the summer?"

 

[Voidrunner]

James looked almost serious for a change as he sat straight-backed in his chair, clearly intoning the incantation. It was short as incantations go, so only about a page or so long but it was still taxing James reading it out with slipping up. When he finally finished he gave a sigh of relief and snapped the book shut.

"I really need to find one of those mystic pronunciation dictionaries so I can recite these better before I do myself an injury," he muttered, considering requesting one from Kelsey. One look at her face convinced him otherwise, she didn't look all to happy and it was probably something to do with him. "I'm like the last person any librarian wants to see aren't I?" He wondered in his head before pulling his chair out and rising to his feet with the book.

Surely he'd done enough to avoid any suspicion for the magic usage in the library now? It would be best to leave now before he was thrown out. James remembered to push his chair back and left the room with his book, heading towards what he hoped were the dorm rooms. That had at least been somewhat productive, with his new spell he'd be more than happy to introduce himself to whoever it was that had attacked him. James laughed aloud as he imagined how startled they'd be by the shock.

 

[Kasten]

Sam smirked and nodded slightly at the question, referencing the glowing symbols on his shoes, which seemed to be slowly pulling themselves together "Useful. Could work for you, if hired. Too poor to afford the inks and such on no budget. And I like eating something better than the free stuff on campus." Sam was being honest, the inks were rather expensive for quality Runes, and he did frequent local noodle shops and neighborhood Bar and Grills, usually hauling around a backpack of books.

Sam tossed a 1" by 1" piece of paper over "A gift, I have little for a tazer mine. Don't worry, I didn't mean to invent it. I was trying to make a rune that would power my laptop, but I messed up the formulae by a few microadjustments on the central omnidirectional energy structure, which basically means, it turns into an unstable ball of localized electricity. Can make anybody touching it writhe around for a few seconds, and nearby people will experience pain, muscle spasms, and occasionally lose control of the closest extremities" And as soon as it started, Sam's rant ended even faster.

"Have a few more, and one air-based one. Must wait until tutoring kicks off for money to invent new things." Same motioned to the plastered walls, full of diagrams "Ex always did say I needed a hobby." Sam seemed out of place, talking to someone while not at The Table. Not uncomfortable, but the guy now looked less like the absentminded goodlooking nerd guy and more like the wise goodlooking lazy guy.

To anyone that knew him better, they'd be rather jarred.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Sofia waved goodbye to Damien as he left the library. "Ok, I'll make sure everyone knows and thanks again for all your help!" He was actually a lot nicer than Sofia had first thought. And he was good at what he did. Keeping the entire school under control by himself was incredible and shooting that guy from the window was definitely impressive. This place is probably gonna be better than my last school. Of course, things started out great there too... The thought saddened her, but she had already resolved to not repeat her mistakes. Having so many friends, it was no wonder things ended up the way they did. She had been too ambitious, tried to do too many things and know too many people at once.

But that was enough dwelling on the past for one day. Looking up, she spotted Kelsey at the desk. She had come here to ask her about the Library Committee after all, so she might as well go for it while she had the chance. She stood up, and walked over to the front desk. "Um excuse me. Kelsey right? I don't know if you remember but my names Sofia from homeroom? I uh, heard what you said about being the only one on the Library Committee and I thought if you could use some help, it sounded like something I'd like so..." Sofia said before trailing off, not quite sure how to say what she wanted to say.

 

[Korten12]

Gavren---

But what would he do? He certainly wouldn?t want to endanger any innocent students, as he wouldn?t want that to happen to himself. Get into fight with the teachers? He vaguely remembers hearing something about losing his plate and the punishment for it, which would be banishment from the school. Though going that route, his parents may just get him a regular plate and nothing would be resolved.

After much thought, he decided to hold off the plan till he is more familiar with the school grounds and the teachers and students that inhabit it.

Spoiler

So wait, do we go to the standard dorms for regular students of not mass destruction. XD

 

[revolverwolf]

Kelsey couldn't stay mad for long, and soon her thoughts of forcing Damien to listen to her rules drifted away. She probably never would have enacted any of them anyway... Her work at the desk was basically finished, with only few things out of place now. She noticed James practically run out of the library after having another look at her. She thought she had been able to cover up her bitterness just then, but apparently not.

This first day was not going terribly well. With her ability to do work stunted until everyone had left, she settled for scribbling things onto a blank piece of paper.

"Um excuse me. Kelsey right?" She looked up from her scribblings, seeing Sofia standing in front of her somewhat nervously. "I don't know if you remember but my name's Sofia, from homeroom? I uh, heard what you said about being the only one on the Library Committee and I thought if you could use some help, it sounded like something I'd like so..."

"No, thank you... I'm fine."

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

It wasn't the answer she had expected, but if Kelsey didn't want her help then she must be doing alright on her own. "Oh, alright then. Just thought I'd ask. Sorry to bother you. See you later." Sofia said as she turned and headed for the exit. She had done enough studying and note taking for one day.

"But what should I do now? It's a little early to be heading back to the dorm..." She muttered to herself. That's when she remembered that she still had to go get her clothes treated. She definitely didn't want to go through again what she went through today, so she dug a 10 dollar bill out of her purse and headed to get her clothes treated as soon as she could.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Damien cursed as he looked at the intricate Runes inscribed on the small sheet of paper, in disbelief that such a thing could happen with an innocent sheet of paper. Damien looked at Sam, suitably jarred. Here, in thisrelaxed setting, Sam seemed different. It was like someone switching from glasses to contacts; you knew it was the same person, but what you know and what you see are at odds with one another. "I'll be glad to take the air-based mines, but I can't take the taser mines, not unless you tone them down. I have to break a lot of rules to catch some magic abusers, but I will not break my own. I'm not going to cause unnecessary pain to a person when I could just disorient him or freeze him on the spot." Damien stood up, getting an idea. He starting punching at the air, getting into his habit of shadowboxing. "Have you ever seen a boxing match? Sometimes, if you hit a guy right on the chin, it rattles his brain right inside the skull. The brain sends a general reboot to the system, causing the unlucky sap to be momentarily paralyzed 'cause the brain's running diagnostics. Do you think you could tone down the taser mine, make it like that so it doesn't cause pain? I'm already seen as a dictator and a monster, but I don't want to become either of those." Damien sighed. "Not that it even matters; the MEC doesn't even have a budget because we have so few members, and we have so few members because we have no budget, it's a vicious cycle, started by that *****, Katie." Damien shook his head. "Well, I still have to man a booth at the club festival tommorow. At least it's one of the few days most people don't screw around, and that's always nice." Damien shook his head and looked at his watch. "Anyway, sorry t' bug ya Sam, but thanks for all the runes. Remind me to see you if I ever need help on Magic Theory. I've got to go check that all the freshman make it back into their dorms for the night and that none of them fell into the toilet or something."

Damien picked up his wallet on the way out, continuing down the hall and up the stairs to where his dorm had been relocated, right next to all the freshman of his class. "At least I've got Cory 'n Courtney stuck in the same boat as I am" As Damien opened the door to his dorm, he saw that the two were not only in his same dorm, but apparently decided to pay him a visit and were in his same room. Cory grinned a gave a little wave to Damien as the latter unloaded all his things on the table. "So, mind telling me why you guys are here in my room and not prepping for your next class?" Cory grinned. "Unlike yer lazy ass, we already planned most o' the year. And we're smart enough to roll with the punches if somethin' starts goin' wrong." Damien opened his mouth in protest. "Hey! I barely have time for that! You try catching every last one of the punks running around in this school and then plan a curriculum! I just took Mr. Rei's schedule for last year and started to follow it. At least that way he can cover for me when something does wrong. Anyway, I'll make dinner-" Cory cut him off. "Don't bother, I've already got somethin' in the oven." Damien sighed. "Oh thank God. I was afraid I was gonna die from all the Mac 'n Cheese." Last year, Damien and Cory became quick friends, and both quickly learned Damien could not cook if his soul was at stake. The man who excelled in magic also excelled in setting even Easy Mac on fire. Cory on the other hand, was a first class cook, and was usually the chef by default of the trio. He was also the only reason why Damien hadn't yet died due to multiple cases of severe food poisoning.

Courtney laughed. "Sorry Damien, but I don't feel like dying on the first day. Maybe near midterms, we'll let you cook for the students to get them off our backs. So, how are your students? I couldn't tell, because apparently someone warned them my temper is worse than his own. I wonder who that could be?" She asked sweetly. Damien hurriedly changed subjects. "I have no idea. Anyway, I think it's gonna be an interesting year. I got goof offs, wide-eyed wonders, shy types, apathetic types, and every other walk of life from here to California." Damien walked into his bedroom and changed into sleeping attire: just simple black pajama bottoms and an undershirt. Damien walked over and joined his friends, who were in similar attire for the night. "You should be able to tell soon enough, since all of them have to check in so I can find the lost ones." Damien hurdled over the couch and sat down. "So, who's winning?" Corey grinned at the current progress of the football game. "My home team. The Cowboys are crushin' the Dolphins." Damien smiled and had fun with his friends, occasionally checking the open door for his students, to make sure they all checked in for the night.

Spoiler: OOC

Time shift. I want to move on to Tommorow, Saturday, which really kicks off the start of the RP (Cascade starts on a Friday to better acclimate students to life there). Anyway, Korten, the coed dorms are on the first floor, but Damien's, Courtney's, and Cory's dorms were all moved to the third floor through magic, to better keep an eye on the students. They all have coed Dorms, while the freshman, having just gotten to the school, merely have simple bedroom+bathroom deals. Everyone has their own room. Anyway, everyone check in so we can kick off Chapter One!

 

[Voidrunner]

James eventually found himself heading in the right direction, he had made the mistake of trying to ask some absolutely hiliarious sophmores for directions and had ended up in the most baffling of places. At one point he even ran across a sign with an illusion on it, leading him outside the main building rather than to the dorms which had him believing the Cascade High brochure was lying and they'd all be sleeping in tents. Upon tracking down the dorms he ascended to the second floor and paused for a moment, sure he was forgetting something.

After attracting some odd looks for standing dead still in the hallway for several minutes he finally remembered that he was supposed to check in with Damien before going to his own room.

"Well let's see, I could enter Damien's dorm room and risk being questioned about that incident in the library because I probably shouldn't have started shouting or I could just leave a calling card..." James dug around in his pockets until he found a scrap of paper and a pen and quickly scrawled "James Callis was here" on it. As if he wasn't already being riddiculous enough, James then decided to take a small bottle of glue, coat the other side of the paper with glue, carefully reach inside the door when he hoped nobody was looking and stick the paper to the wall.

Struggling to avoid chuckling at his "genius" James tip toed past the open door and hurried to his own room to get settled in. It would probably be a confused mess within a few days.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Sofia sighed with relief as she walked towards her dorm after getting her clothes treated. It was one more thing she didn't have to worry about after all. Finding her dorm proved to be a bit tricky since she didn't trust any of the other students she passed enough to ask for directions, but she remembered Damien saying it was on the third floor which helped a lot.

Remembering that she had to check in with Damien again, she stopped by his room where the door was open. As she approached, she noticed a note stuck to the wall that read "James Callis was here". This confused Sofia slightly. "Is this how we're supposed to check in? I... kinda doubt that." She muttered as she tried to pull the note off the wall only to find it glued on. She gave up and could only shake her head as she knocked on the door to let Damien know she was there. "Hey Damien, it's Sofia Montesino again. Just checking in for the night. Oh, and there's a note from James out here as well." She said, and gave a wave to her teachers before heading off to her room.

It was simple, which was just fine by her. All she needed right now was a place to get some sleep after all. "What a day... I can unpack and do a little decorating tomorrow. I'm beat..." She said with a yawn as she changed into her night gown and crawled into bed for the night.

 

[Kasten]

Sam was changing the runes, having put on some music. He sat changing the markings carefully. Realizing that perhaps messing with these in the dorm complex wasn't the best of ideas, so he packed up all his runes into his backpack, netbook, and put his spare Runing kit away into a locked box. Then he went out of his dorm, locked it and slapped on an alarm Rune to the lock, a simple and elegant rune that would create a screech if the lock were tampered with and then he began walking. Near the edge of campus, hidden in a thicket of trees was an old shack he'd found, unused but still intact, it was a sturdy little thing, about the size of a twocar garage. Rumors abound about it, that a student had died there. If so, it would put a slight taint on it, but he didn't believe those rumors. A murder would be unlikely, unless it was by another student, and if that were to ever happen, it would be more than just rumors, and people would believe in Damien more.

Unlocking the door with the key he'd managed to locate under a pot near the shed, he went inside and flipped the lights on, showing a primitive lab with a lining of pillows on one side, obviously a makeshift bed for when he worked too late and didn't want to stumble his way to the dorms. Runes adorned the walls, a small stack of parchments was in the corner, he plugged his netbook in brought up his notes and some music, and started modifying the ten electric mines he had, keeping the original eleventh. Even though he'd already recorded the algorithm, he was rather paranoid. Until about 1:00 AM he sat working, then slept in the corner, having already gotten a prepared change of clothes here at all times. This is something he'd wanted to have moved to his dorm, but he didn't know how moving it through magic worked yet, it was advanced stuff. And he'd need to check in with the appropriate officials on the way to giving Damien his new toys.

 

[ThreeWords]

Will had found what eh was looking for in the library, and got stuck in with all speed. The books he had on the relationship between quantum physics and magic as a scientific phenomena explained vasts swathes of knowledge unavailable to mundane scientists. He could not even hope to wrap his head around the specifics, but event the loose shapes of the ideas set his mind racing.

When he next looked up, the light was fading from the windows and the library was empty. Will rubbed his eyes and gathered up his books; he hadn't even begun reading the books that were relevant to anything he could attempt. With a shrug of his shoulders, he gathered up the books, and began the trek downstairs.

On the way down, he muttered a few things to his plate int he attempt to cause the map to show his a route to the exit, but only succeeded in getting it to tell him where he had been. At the librarians desk, he managed to get a note to write itself as a record of the books he was taking, though the enchantment that ran the pen produced a rickety scrawl.

Heavy laden, he eventually made it to his room, and there settled down to a night of study. Those watching his windows would have seen crazy flashing lights well into the early morning...

 

[Xero Scythe]

Damien grinned as Sophia told him the news. "Eh, jokesters will be jokesters. Thanks fer the warning, Sophia. G'night." Damien looked at Cory, who was trying not to laugh. "Aw, shaddup. I told you I had a few tricksters in my class, didn't I? Yours isn't much better. Now go get the food." Cory finally let it out, laughing as he got up to serve dinner. "Or what? I could poison ya right now, y'know." Damien good natured-ly flipped Cory the bird. "Do it, and I'll still have time to punt you back to Hicksville, Texas, where you belong." The three continued to reminisce, looking forward to their last weekend of summer.
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Damien awoke on the couch, groaning as his alarm clock went off. He rolled over, using his momentum to bring his fist crashing down on the snooze button. Unfortunately, Damien had forgotten that his dad had bought him a titanium body alarm clock for this very reason. It had quite a few dents in it, but it had survived far longer than plastic. Cory had gotten the floor, after losing the arm wrestle for the couch. The two of course, being gentlemen, hadn't even though of fighting over the bed. Afterall, Courtney had promised they wouldn't be gentlemen if they so much as considered anything. Massaging his fist, Damien groggily got up, dressed, and ate. Looking at the clock, Damien saw that it was 8:30 and his friends still hadn't even shown signs of stirring. "Hour- Thirty. That's plenty of time to get ready." So thought Damien as he stealthily-or at least, stealthily to him- snuck out of his room and began to jog through the school, occasionally stopping to jab at invisible opponents.

 His multiple circuits of the school brought him to the gym, where he put on gloves and began to unload all his troubles into the bag. This was his time. The early mornings were best because Damien was assured peace and quiet, with no hoodlums to dare interrupt his training. He had to prove why he was captain of the boxing team. "Thank God there are at least people in the boxing club." Damien said. He would't have to worry about manning that table for the club festival. Having exerted himself and having calmed himself down, Damien took out his plate and notebook. He sat cross-legged in the ring, reciting the new spell to his plate. Damien grinned as the hairs rose on the back of his neck, indicating a good copy.

 Damien once more gathered his things and glanced at the clock. "Twenty minutes left. I've got time." Damien jogged back upstairs and took a cold shower to was the sweat off before changing into his normal clothes. Finally everyone seemed to be waking up, anticipating the annual Club Festival. The Festival would go on for the entire weekend to recruit as many new students as possible. Damien nodded to some of his students as he passed them in the halls. "Mornin', guys. Head on down to the Courtyard. Non-magical is located on the back terrace, magical is located throughout the school, mostly in the gym. You can't miss them!" Damien was, of course, referring to the type of club activities, but our students would find that out soon enough. Damien headed down to the gym himself and saw that, despite her best efforts, the student rep was unable to move the MEC table from its prime location near the entrance to the gym. She was, however, able to make sure the MEC didn't even get a table. Damien grinned as he rubbed his hands together, anticipating the look on Katie's face. "Fantasia: Make." Damien dropped his card into the floor, creating a magnificent stand able to rival any other throughout the school. The school rep reached Damien's stall and saw him sitting there smugly, at which her jaw nearly dropped. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to think of ways to destroy Damien and his stand. "You weren't given a budget. Did any of this come out of the school's treasury?" Damien grinned nastily as he chewed a piece of gum in front of her. "Don't worry honey, this is all by my own expenditure and therefore within school rules." Unable to find a snappy comeback, Katie stomped off, chased by the sounds of Damien's laughter. Damien watched his ex stomp off in anger and decided to keep Fantasia. "Hell, the look on her face alone was payment enough for all those Magic Points!" Damien chuckled as all the other stands assembled themselves like lightning, amazed at the fullness of Cascade's student body. They had every sport, club, and activity under the sun, a d a few more as well.

 

[Kasten]

Sam had managed to get back to his dorm and smiled at the box there, coming out thirty minutes later showered, in blue jeans, grey shirt, and his new overcoat with the everpresent worn necklace sitting squarely on his chest, he walked towards the library with his pack including his spare Rune kit and his laptop. Club festival was when everybody was distracted, no classes or obligations, just reading for the whole day. He had already looked up the regulations for moving spaces, and today he'd work on learning the spell to save him the exorbitant rate that would ensue should he try to have the school do it, the spell wasn't all that difficult, just complicated.

Then, it happened. Within five seconds Sam's face went from calm to stony, and his eyes became glaring terror-inducing beams. He quickly cast Clear Clean and appeared near Damien's table in time to see him show up.. HER.... and as Katie passed him they shared a glare, before she saw his eyes directly, and sped up remarkably. Walking over to Damien, his eyes were still livid, but they didn't look like they were angry at him, as he set down modified electric runes "Can power things, or make people's legs and arms numb, if very prickly." came the Sam-like sentence, short and to the point. The Table had become infested with a virus, the Cheerleading club was using it and had gone far beyond what he was willing to look at, much less think of in the Library, a place of higher intellectual functions over genitals.

 

[Voidrunner]

James woke up early in the morning so he had time to look through some more pages of the book he had borrowed out. The average person would have dismissed them as useless gimmicks but James found them hiliarious. He read about spells to conjure up clouds of smoke or bursts of sparks, spells that would allow to wearer to pull illusory rabbits out of a hat or send illusory doves flying out of his sleeves. He even found spells relating to extension or expansion of objects but for someone who focused mainly on cheap tricks actually altering things seemed a bit daunting to James at the moment. By the time he finally put the book down there was already a steady stream of people heading towards the various stalls of the festival.

Realising he should probably hurry up, James quickly found a fedora which he threw on his head at a jaunty angle, put on a pair of dark sunglasses and his usual white buttoned formal shirt and black suit pants. He passed on the coat today because the weather was probably too warm for it to be comfortable. Now all that remained was a few items to appear even more riddiculous. James dug out every watch he owned and strapped all of them along his arms under the sleeves of his shirt,every single one of them set to the wrong time with some even going backwards. He even found his array of joke pens, ones that fired out streams of ink, gave out electric shocks or wrote in vanishing ink and hung them from his top shirt pocket.

With all this done, James left his room with a bounce in his step and was soon lost among the myriad stalls in the gym. He could tell already this was going to be a great day.