Muse Academy RPG*
*Role-Playing Game, of course.
By overwhelming popular demand.
Date: January 30, 2008
Categories: Muse Academy, Nonrandom Craziness, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
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Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
*Role-Playing Game, of course.
By overwhelming popular demand.
Date: January 30, 2008
Categories: Muse Academy, Nonrandom Craziness, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Yay! Thanks, Robert! *takes down RPG promoting-signs*
YAY! We love you Robert!
A small, blond girl wearing a pale blue shirt and long pants walked up to the giant archway that loomed in front of her, her black cape billowing behind her. She smiled nerveously, glanced back at her parents for half a second, and then took a deep breath in and started the walk up Muse Academy’s long driveway.
Yay! So do I go to the school as Alice or do I create another character?
I’m in Spector House!
Gimanator woke up as a ringing Have a Pie played. Stupid alarm clock. He pushed in the HPB’s ears to shut it up. he ruffled his hair. Today was the day the schedules were passed out. He could hardly wait. Shoving on his hoodie uniform, he ran about to wake up the other boys in the Coontz house. (Yes, there are girl and boy halls)
3 – I’m going as a girl called Meow (Cat Meow, really, but she goes by her last name in this case), but I suppose you can do either. I think going as yourself makes sense, though.
I also happen to be in the Spector House. Yay for the Spector House!
I’ll give my description after my dinner(real-time)
agagabagabag donned his robes and his Black Mage hat and exited Lasley House. Today would be the day!
I’ll create another character just because I’m like that.
The boat rolled in the Atlantic swell. The oldest of the three children leaned out over the edge in an attempt to catch sight of her new school.
“It’ll be a while yet,” said the pilot, a smiling woman of about twenty-one.
“Did you go to Muse Academy?” asked the girl, sitting back in her (rather damp) seat.
“Nah,” said the pilot. “After my time. It’s only a few years old, you know.”
“I know.”
“So, what grade are you going into?”
“Ninth.”
“Neat. And them?” The pilot gestured at the other two children, sitting together and exchanging trading cards of some sort.
“No idea.”
Maybe I’ll call myself Althea… I like that name…
The girl walked into the central area of the Muse Academy campus. In the exact middle there was a fountain of Kokopelli that was spouting water of his flute, causing her to smile in spite of her nervousness.
She paused briefly, a bit overwhelmed by the 5 mansion sized buildings that surrounded her, but, taking a deep breath, started to walk in the direction that the lopsided “Neophytes Go That Way” sign directed, leading her to the entrance of the largest of the buildings.
She stopped again just inside the building and looked up at the majesticly arcing ceiling, her heart beating rapidly in anxiety. “What next?” she wondered aloud.
Hey, I have a glorious idea! *everyone groans* Why don’t we make the different houses have rivalries against each other? We can do things like mess up each other’s rooms and compete with each other in contests. It would give us something exciting to do in this thread.
Half an hour later, the boat docked and Althea and the two younger kids jumped out. The dock was wet and smelled salty. “Just go up the path,” said the pilot.
Althea hurried up the rocky path and found themselves on the grounds of Muse Academy.
There was a courtyard with a fountain of Kokopelli. The black-haired girl whose name Althea didn’t know giggled and pointed.
A sign read, “Neophytes Go That Way,” and Althea nervously headed in that direction.
12 – Sounds fun! Sort of like the Caltech Ditch Day.
Oh, and for future reference, most of this world building stuff (school history, house history, character histories not mentioned in the RPG) should probably go on the original Muse Academy thread, so we can keep this thread mostly RPing.
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“Um…” the girl said, glancing around the spacious building. “Hello? Is anybody here? I’m kind of lost.”
12- Yeah!
I stood in front of the forbidding wrought-iron gates. It had all happened so quickly. I’d been all set to go to [snip] High School (and dreading it), when we received the letter.
They’d done it! That was what amazed me most. The rather silly online community I’d known had somehow applied for a grant, gotten it, bought the property, and begun construction.
At first, I thought it was a joke- one of the other bloggers who had somehow gotten my address. But now there could be no doubt.
Passing through the gates, I caught sight of a “Neophytes Go That Way” sign, and saw the tail end of a girl’s cloak vanishing behind a high hedge. I picked up my bags and followed her.
IBCF woke up earlier then the rest of his classmates. He put on his hoodie uniform and stuck the Muse Academy badge onto it. Careful not to disturb the other boys, he tip-toed out of his room and went outside for some fresh air.
12- Rivalry. Hmm. But we try to be so tolerant!
Ooh, sounds fun. Shall I go as myself or myself? (Perhaps to clarify things I should say, “Should I go as my ‘real’ self, or my ‘blog’ self?)
A girl named Midnight would be slightly preposterous.
Maybe we just call each other by out blog names at MA, like we do at Kokonventions?
The girl turned around to see 3 girls and a boy walking up the pathway that she had just come up. “Um, hi,” she said, trying to break the akward silence. “I’m Cat Meow. Can you please help me?”
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I’m trying to decide whether I should keep my name Cat Meow or change it to something else. Hmm.
12- *does not groan* sounds fun!
I’m in Lasley house (of course)
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A tall, skinny girl with brown hair and blue eyes hopped off the nondescript bus. She stared up in awe at the grandiose complex towering above her. Hesitantly she stepped through the towering archway, through which she could see an enormous Kokopelli fountain. Her lips twitched in a nervous smile as she saw the iconic figure playing his flute, towering above the milling crowd of people.
She saw a group of nervous-looking teens making their slow way towards the largest building on the campus, and, rising on her toes, she could just make out a lopsided sign in the shape of an arrow. She was very nearsighted, and even with her glasses she could barely make out the word “neophytes”. She assumed that the sign was pointing towards the main building, and headed towards the flock of newcomers.
I guess I’ll be the person who’s been here for a while. (two years) I’ll come greet the neophytes after a chapter of homework…
The path led into another courtyard. The walls were a mosaic of what might have been a pie war and might have been a random conglomeration of brightly colored tiles. A tall boy with blonde hair and glasses and a girl in a cape were standing around looking bewildered. Althea dropped her suitcase and shed her azure sou’wester. Her hair and face were sticky with slat, and she grimaced.
Oh drat. Conflicting posts.
If we’re thinking up names, I’ll be gabriel… A tall, boy with thick ruffed dirty blond hair walked through the hall, his black cloak billowing behind him. A look of curiosity on his freckled face. Others most likely noticed his sweatshirt. It stated boldly: MUSE ACADEMY on the front. He strode purposefully through the crowded room, got himself a chair, led himself to the balcony, and watched with interest what the new MBers would do. He was curios to see how they would react. It had been a surprise to him, when he was invited to this school, so he wondered what it would be like for them.
Fern was anxious about going to a school. She’d been homeschooled before, and had not always gotten on very well with other kids her own age. “But they were’nt musers.” She thought to herself.
Getting out of bed she pulled on her jeans and her Muse Academy t-shirt, her hair was a mess, as usual, but that could be delt with later.
***
Arriving at the school she saw a group of other kids standing around looking rather shy. Every now and then someone would say something, but it was still a bit awkward.
“Um, hi.” She said to the group in general. “My name is Fern, uh-I mean, Midnight Fiddler.”
The group welcomed her with nods and murmurs of acknowledgement.
23-?how? oh well, I say forget it. I’m not there. wait…where do the newbies go??? I say hall, you say courtyard…ummm, should we have a vote?
“Well, I seem to be the first from Baker house that’s gotten here, so far.” Fern said somewhat uncomfortably. She liked the idea of houses, but she wasn’t sure what sort of conflict would happen. Even though she liked all the Musers, would they think she was weird, just like everyone else had thought?
“Um,” Cat continued, looking anxiously at everyone around her. “Does anybody know what’s going on? Or are we all new here and completely lost?”
28-I cue my entrance, but I have to sign off…
I suppose it will get a little far overnight…but oh well.
“I’m lost!” volunteered Althea, then blushed.
agagabagabag stood by his friend Gabriel and watched the Neophytes.
“Wait…” said Althea, a rush of panic spreading across her mind. “Fern – how do you know you’re in Baker house? Have we already been sorted? I don’t know what house I go in.”
“Me too!” Cat admitted, blushing furiously. “I just got here! I have no idea what’s going on, really. And where IS everybody? You know, other students and stuff? People who could help us?”
It seemed to Gabriel like the newbies were in total confusion. “Funny Ag, they seem totally lost…oh well, they’ll soon be sorted out.” After another half an hour, a GAPA had calmed he crowd and introduced herself, let everyone know who she was, the Lady Bunniful. Soon, the neophytes had lined up in the room, was it turned out to be a waiting room. In groups of 42, the students entered through an old looking wooden door without question. And they each came out ready for their house. The sorting test. ” We shall see how this turns out, Ag.”
“Indeed!” l grinned, though it was hard to see.
“There was that test beforehand, on one of the threads…remember?” Fern said, looking puzzled. “Of course, it might help to go see what the Neophytes sign is all about, too.”
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33~ Ha, you called me by my real name!
Cat both worriedly and eagerly waited in the long line to be sorted. With her last name being Meow, an M, she had a while to wait before she would be sorted, and they had to peek out from behind a heavy velvet curtain to see anything that was going on.
ARGH! Conflicting posts = disaster.
Just think what’ll happen tomorrow. *gloomy*
Oh well. I’ve studied plenty, I can go to bed now.
There seem to be several views on the sorting test:
1) It happened already on the blog
2) There was a test we filled out w/ the application
3) it’s mysterious and the people who say that it’s mysterious aren’t telling us how it works
I’m School of Thought 2. MF is SoT1. Ag and Gim are SoT3.
I’ve a feeling Althea is not really part of the blog, she’s just a girl who ended up in MA.
…I won’t be here for a while, so just remember that Althea is in Spector and see you tomorrow morning.
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We’re making this too much like Harry Potter. Really, people, HP books are fabulous, I’ll be the first to admit, but MA isn’t Hogwarts. Could we have it a bit les like plagurism?
41~ Okay, see you tomorrow. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last either.
42- I like the idea of us filling out a personality test and getting separated into the houses accordingly.
Same. It makes more sense. I think it’s more Muserly, too. MBers aren’t plagurists, and I don’t think that the MA would be any different. Besides, it would be more fun to make a new thing, instead of just copying. If you want a sorting hat read HP. Besides, then you get all the other great things that J.K rowling does in her writing.
The only thing that resembles Harry Potter here is the fact that there are houses, and I think most British secondary schools have those (at least the public schools that are really private). Still, I can see the temptation to just copy HP. Another thing–I think if would help if all non-RP statements were enclosed in double parentheses ((like this)) so people can tell what’s what. And lastly, I’ve already graduated from highschool. Should I just create a character of my younger self, or could I get some sort of staff role?
This seems like a lot of fun! But how exactly do we do it?
I’m assuming it’s sort of along the lines of what happened at the Chrysler building in The Empowered story?
((I’ve been wondering whether some MBers might rather take the roles of staff members or teachers. I think that could work out well, if others approve.))
((48- The pilot in the beginning was meant to be me, but she was too old.))
((Here’s a suggestion for how we could work all these posts together…what if they’re grouping us as though there’s going to be a sorting, and being all dramatic about it, and then they just reveal the results of the personality test? Talk about anticlimatic for the neophytes.))
50-okay, sounds good to me.
Finally it was Cat’s turn. She took a deep breath and stepped through the curtain.
((Just a question, who’s running the sorting? Anyways, I have to go and won’t be back until later, so if anybody’s going to RP just have me be put in Spector house))
52- I didn’t know we were sorting, I thought we were taking a personality test (on MA #1).
I think I’m going to be an older student who’s been at MA for two years, starting her third. She goes by Cinnamoon.
Cinnamoon walked purposefully and quickly towards the Baker commonroom, returning from her hurdy-gurdy lesson. In her first year she had taken hurdy-gurdy with her whole class, but she had enjoyed it so much that in her second year she had taken extra-curricular lessons, with a small group. This year would be the same.
The corridor ended, and she stepped out onto a balcony above a large room. Below her she could see a crowd of people. Neophytes, obviously, as they were milling around without much purpose, waiting to be called forwards.
She spotted Gim and agagabagabag further along the balcony. Waving briefly to them, she passed through a heavy wooden door, and into another long passageway.
Soon she arrived in Baker house. Pushing open the door into the common room, she slipped in. A smaller group were waiting, sitting on chairs around the room. One called a greeting, and she sat down as well.
“Did you see the n00bs?” asked one boy.
“Don’t call them that! You know the GAPA’s don’t like it. It’s neophytes, or newbies if you must. I thought you had more sense than that.”
“Sorry! You know I’m just winding you up.”
“Yeah, I know. In answer to your question, I did see them. They should be here fairly soon – less than an hour, definately. I suppose you got chosen as a guide too?”
((The idea of a hurdy-gurdy ensemble chills the heart of this Administrator.))
rubbing my eyes I get dressed and walk outside.
“Gim, I’ve told you ten times! don’t wake me up! oh yeah, neophyte day.”
I look over the crowd.
“good lot this year. hopefully Coontz House can beat Spector house for most members. I Still can’t belive that Tom left!((tom being a random name)) To much work! my, my, my.”
I go back inside and start down the stairs to the dining room section of the common room. ((we have a group dining room, but the school uses that mostly for big advents.)) grabbing a Radio from the group, I take a stack of pancakes and put them onto the antenna. the cooking radio is a work in progress, but then again, most of Coontz house is. it feels a bit like living in a science lab.
Kai fiddled with the NOAA pin on her jacket as the other neophytes were called up. It was hard having a last name that started with a “Y”, you got called last for everything. So far, the island had looked very cool, and she couldn’t wait to find out her house and explore.
“I still can’t believe I’m going to MA!” She thought “In all of the public schools, people made fun of me because I was smart and an individual, but that’s what MA is all about!”
Nathalie (not my real name, but a name I like) walked with the crowd of neophytes. She looked around. The school was big. She had always been afraid of big schools, always having gone to a small school herself. “But this is different,” she said to herself. “This is Muse Academy.”
I’m in Spector House, too!!!
Kat fiddled with the pendant draped around her neck on a silver chain. A scarlet rose-shaped ruby, it had been given to her by her parents as a farewell gift. It was the second day of the school year, and she was already getting sent to the office! While she was waiting to be lectured by Mistress Rosanne, Kokopelli passed by with a pie in his hand and a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Hey, are you the one who played that prank on Urania this morning?” he asked.
Kat slowly nodded, hoping she wasn’t in for a “trick” herself, though she knew it wouldn’t be out of disapproval even if it came.
“Way to go! Though if I were you, I think I would’ve added a little bit more cream…even so, it was brilliant! See you in class! You are in my class, aren’t you?”
Kat nodded again, this time a bit more enthusiastically.
“Excellent! We’ll have fun!” And with that, he was off, skipping merrily down the hall.
“Kat Shade? Mistress Rosanne will see you now.” Kat hoisted herself out of the chair, and trudged into Mistress Rosanne’s office.
Dunno if that’s all okay, cuz I didn’t want to read the whole thread, but am I on the right track, and in agreement with at least most?
57-Apologies for stealing your beginning…I didn’t even notice.
No fear! I’m here! What’s happening? Don’t start without me! *runs to catch up*
Me=Aaron Xenimus. According to the Muse Academy thread, I’m in Baker house.
*jumps in screaming*
Aaron rubbed both hands over his scalp a couple of times, trying in vain to flatten his darker-than-auburn hair.
“Why won’t it stay flat?”
He grabbed a black comb from a set of at least fifteen and swiped it through his hair furiously. No change had occured in it’s style from the time he had woken up ten minutes ago until just now, when he was standing there, looking desperately at himself in the bathroom mirror.
“Listen, O Mighty God of Caratin, if you don’t get my hair in control within the next three minutes, I’m going to be late for Creative Writing. And if that happens, I won’t burn my weekly offering of sports gell. So hurry it up.”
Fern was rather confused as to where she should be. It was decided that she should be in Baker house, a last name that started with an A, and she had been one of the first. ((Note, not really the letter my last name starts with.))
The handle of her violinn case was sweaty, and she twisted her fingers togehter, hoping no one would notice.
IBCF sneaked up to the Coontz house. The window of the boy’s dorm was open, and everyone had gone outside to greet the neophytes. He climbed through the window and went over to the door. Then he opened the door a few inches. Chuckling, he placed a large cherry pie on top of it, balancing it precariously so that it would land on the first person that entered. IBCF then quickly climbed out of the window and walked back to the Spector house.
Cat was put in Spector house, along with Althea, the girl from earlier, and several other people. They made their way outside and walked to one of the large mansions she had seen earlier. This one had a sheild with an emblem of a paper and a pencil on its door, and the walls seemed to be plastered with signs reading “We want a Muse Academy RPG!!!” for some reason.
Nathalie waited patiently for the G’s (not my real last initial). She was sorted into Coontz house. She wasn’t really surprised.
((Are any other Spectors on right now?))
In his haste to get back to his room, IBCF almost collided with Cat and Althea as they walked around a corner. “Oops, er, sorry about that. Welcome to Spector house!”
((Ah, there we go. Hi IBCF!))
“You’re IBCF, right?,” Cat said shyly. “Nice to meet you. Um…I’m not exactly sure where I should go. Which way are our dorms?”
((I just realized that my character seems really shy so far. Oh well. She’s new at school.))
“Nice pin. National Atmospheric and Oceanographic Administration, right?” asked another girl who was standing nearby.
“Yup! A lady from the Monitor marine sanctuary gave it to me because I showed such an interest in her job. I want to be an archeologist some day.” ((True story)) Kai said
“Neat. I’m Althea.”
“I’m Kai.”
“What grade are you in?”
“Ninth.”
“And you?”
Before Althea could say anything, Lady Bunnyfull called out
“Kaiulani Yves-Cousteau?”
“Oh, that’s me. Hope I see you again.” Kai said, pushed her glasses higher up her nose and hurried up to the curtain.
She carefully stepped behind it, and saw a man with a clipboard standing there.
“You’re in Coontz House. It’s that way. Um, Ka-ee-ooh-lah-” He said, and pointed to a door.
“Just Kai.” She told him, and walked out.
68- “Right down this path, it’s next to the boy’s dorm. I’m going there too.”
((I just realized something. We have both a Cat and a Kat in this RP. Oh well.)
A few others passed by, and I waved and noticed them. The newbies were passing through the room. Attention was low. Now was the chance to strike. I reached down to my backpack I was carrying, and pulled out some balloons, I have put pumpkin filling in. I pulled out a bow with a suction cup tip, and readied it.
“Gim, what the heck are you doing?”
“Shush, Ag, just watch.”
Attaching a long piece of string to the end of the arrow, I shot it across to the other wall near the roof. I then tied a neat bowline knot(boy scouts) with the balloon, and slid it out on the string. Ag’s look of confusion slowly softened.
“Ah.”
When I finished sliding the pie balloons across, I readied some scissors I brought with me. (All right, neophytes.)
*snip*
((72 – Which dorm are you attacking? I think most of the neophytes are already at their dorms. Not sure, though.
Meh, I’d RP, but it doesn’t seem like many other Spectors are on.))
IBCF lead Cat and Althea to the domitories. “Here you are,” he said. “If you need to know anything else, I’m right next door.”
((not too many. just a few. The balloons should fall on about every unsuspecting head.I’m in the waiting room for the testing.))
Hmm, it seems everyone’s using their blog names.
Fine, I’ll be Beavo Aaron-Xenos. Not my real name, duh. Who else is in Baker house?
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I ((my name is Gaea, but people call me Ge)) perched on a bench in the courtyard overlooking the girls dorm. I sighed heavily. It was only the second day, and already I was homesick. Plus, I had been placed in Baker house, away from my best friend Kat. I looked down at my Pwt pwns shirt which had seemed so clever when I packed it. Now I just wanted a National Atmospheric and Oceanographic Administration shirt, or something like the other girls. I looked down at my far-from skinny body and unruly curly hair, and sighed again. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind me. “Snap out of it, will you. Or I might have to prepare a special pie for you…HA HA!” I spun around, but no one was there. I shook my head, and headed back to the dorm.
“Thanks IBCF!” Cat said happily. She stowed her belongings on the top bunk – Althea took the one right under hers – and then went back into the common area between the dorms. “When do we get our schedules?” she asked IBCF.
((Question: Who’s going to play the teachers? Maybe we should have some characters, like teachers, that anybody would be allowed to play without getting called out for powerplaying. Or maybe we should just allow people to have more than one character. Up to 3, perhaps? OOCed imput, please!))
79- “We should get them tommorow. Right now we’re still trying to sort out all the other neophytes”.
79-aaarg, what does OOC mean???
OK, I’m behind. I’ll wait to post again until the personality tests.
((switching to first person now, third is to confusing for my brain. And on a slightly unrelated note, are there any other Lasleys on here?))
I heard the faint snick of a closing pair of scissors as I stepped out of the sorting room, and looked up just in time to be splattered with pumpkin filling and small pieces of latex. Great. I pulled off my glasses and moved out of the way of my fellow neophytes. Squinting, I wiped the filling off my glasses and put them back on my head. I looked up again, taking in the string hanging from the opposite wall. The pumpkin-filled balloons had spread their remains over just about everyone, and several people were looking around wildly, looking for the perpetrator. I smiled in spite of my self.
77-That was helpful.
79-I’ll be a teacher!
Wait, am I a neophyte? Or have I already been to Muse Academy? Do ages matter? *chews on socks*
83- l’m a Lasely!
Wow. Lots of posts in one day.
I need a character.
I think I’ll be a person who’s….not a neophyte.
Raven LaMort sat in the courtyard just outside the sorting room, watching the general confusion. Neophytes were wandering around, trying to find their way to different places. Raven remembered what it was like on her first day: new place, new faces, no clue. As she watched, she saw two of her fellow Coontzites preparing a nasty prank. And within minutes, she saw the pie balloons fall, creating a mess and chaos among the neophytes. Luckily, Raven had been just outside of the blast range. She smiled. It was Gim and Ag, up to their usual tricks.
((Is this good for a start?))
Coontz House residents–read post #63.
86- Actually, where it says ‘two of her fellow Coonzites’, it should say ‘a fellow Coontzite, Gim’
80-
“Okay, thanks,” Cat said, chewing on a fingernail. She decided to wander around the campus a little to see what other students she could meet.
((81 – Out of Character. Basically, when you have the (( and )) around a post it means that it’s not part of the roleplay.
82 – I [i]think[/i] they already happened. But we’re all slightly confused right now, so I have no idea.
84 – You can be whatever you choose, whether a teacher, a neophyte, or a second/third year student.))
Raven decided to meet some of the neophytes. Avoiding the mess from the pie balloons, she went to the dorms to see if anyone had already been able to find their way around. She ran across another girl coming out of the Spector dorms. ((That would be Cat))
“Hi, are you new? I’m Raven LaMort. I’m a second-year.”
“Nice to meet you,” Cat said, smiling and holding out her hand. “Yes, I’m new. My name is Cat Meow – you can call me Cat. So, um…what exactly do we do at Muse Academy in terms of classes and stuff? It’s a little overwhelming, you know?”
“Well, first everybody finds out what house they’re in, and go to the dorms. Then at lunch, everybody gets their schedules, and after lunch, there are House meetings. That’s where you’ll find out about classes and stuff. Tomorrow, normal classes start, and we have classes Monday-Friday. There are House meetings once a week, usually Saturday afternoons. Anything else you need to know?”
While Cat and Raven were chatting, IBCF ran over to the Coontz house to see if anyone had opened the door. However, the pie was still sitting in the same place. He paced impatiently.
Nathalie saw another Coontz neophyte approaching. “Kai-oo-”
“Just call me Kai.”
“I like your pin,” Nathalie said with a smile.
“Another space exploration aficionado?”
“I’m interested in the subject.”
“Not really,” Cat said, smiling at Raven. “What house are you in, out of curiosity?”
ARGH!!! Lots of posts!
Oh well. Actually I’m not confused for once, but I just wanna work on that MA script that I’m going to do for SF, and I can’t! *screams in frustration*
((96 – Why can’t you?))
l ran to the front of the dormitories.
“Welcome, Lasley noo- Neophytes, to your new home. Oh, wait, l think there’s something in my sleeve… WAAAHH!”
My sleeve seemed to catch on fire, but l put it out.
“Advanced prestidigitation, my startled little friends. A useful skill for an almost-mage. Right this way…”
((97- Because it’s not April yet. *suffers*))
((98 – Which reminds me. We still have to work out class schedules. Let’s do that on the previous MA thread…)
((89-sorry, does anybody know what it means???))
I decided it was time to become scarce. That ‘ought to be a nice welcome for everybody, though.
“C’mon Ag, you should get out of here…”
I chuckled to myself as I dashed off to my dormitory. Time to get supplies for my pie throwing class. I dashed down the wooden stairs without a squeak, and ran out through the hall, rushing past some unsuspecting, confused neophytes. When I finally came to the great door, I swing it open. Before I could unpack my things from my backpack((I took it with me)) Something heavy and wet splattered across my hair and robes. Lifting my tongue out, I tasted the problem. Cherry. I swung around at the sound of laughing, a flutter of a cloak, and the attacker ran away. Dashing out the room with pie balloon in hand, I hurled it at the moving mass. With a satisfying splat, the sauce hit it’s mark. I slid back to my room to clean myself off and get my things ready in time.
((89-sorry, does anybody know what it means???))
I decided it was time to become scarce. That ‘ought to be a nice welcome for everybody, though.
“C’mon Ag, you should get out of here…”
I chuckled to myself as I dashed off to my dormitory. Time to get supplies for my pie throwing class. I dashed down the wooden stairs without a squeak, and ran out through the hall, rushing past some unsuspecting, confused neophytes. When I finally came to the great door, I swing it open. Before I could unpack my things from my backpack((I took it with me)) Something heavy and wet splattered across my hair and robes. Lifting my tongue out, I tasted the problem. Cherry. I swung around at the sound of laughing, a flutter of a cloak, and the attacker ran away. Dashing out the room with pie balloon in hand, I hurled it at the moving mass. With a satisfying splat, the sauce hit it’s mark. I slid back to my room to clean myself off and get my things ready in time.
98- My “startled little friends”? *chuckles*
((99 – Oh yeah.
101, 102 – What what means?))
((104-what ooc means. I’ve seen it about, but I don’t understand it. I feel like when we talk like his, we’re all hiding under the table whispering))
I took off the cloak and looked over it. It was ruined. Wiping pie crust out of my hair, I headed back to the Coontz dormitory. I tossed the cloak to giminator. It was his, anyway.
((105 – Oh yeah. It means Out of Character. It’s basically all the stuff we say that isn’t part of the roleplay. So in a way, yes, it is like we’re whispering.))
Cat was still talking to Raven when she heard a commotion from outside. She poked her head out to see IBCF walking, a bit of whipped cream stuck in his hair.
((so far this has proven to be fun for everybody, just friendly pieing))
Gimanator sighed. Dumb cloak. He pulled it on anyway, not like it was the first. He looked lovingly down at a dark blue stain in one corner. First prank. he laughed to himself as he ran down the hall.
” I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date…”
After all, he couldn’t be late for class, now could he?
l was walking to AP computer graphics when l was hit with a pie.
Hmm… weak throw. Probably a neophyte.
l whipped around, and the lights in my gloves seemed to shoot lightning out of my fingers. This was gonna be fun.
((Can I be the art teacher? Or the computers teacher? I don’t know if Lady Bunniful is going to be teaching either of those, since they are her forte, but I am good at teaching those subjects))
I’m making up a random person.
The new exchange student peered around the corner into the halls. SPLAT! She got a mouthful of Cherry. “This is so much different than Cricket Academy!” She thought aloud. She eased the banana the a kind lady gave to her at the front gates. She listened. Tap tap tap. BAM! she hit the target! She went around the corner and found herself looking at a tall lady with dark brown hair and hazel eyes (covered in banana and cream I might add). She had seen her before somewhere on the paper with her name on it printed in big letters.
Baylee TopHat
Spector House
Gender-female
Favorite Muse-Bo
Grade-4th on to 5th
First school- Cricket
First mag-Muse and Cricket
Oh that’s right! She was the headmaster of Muse Academy, Mrs. Kuba La Pwt! “Oops,” Baylee said looking down.
The lady slowly wiped the cream off her face. Mrs. La Pwt pointed to the sign that said “Neophytes That Way”. Baylee walked towards it. She got her schedule and made her way to Spector House. “Lets see, right left when big hallway, outside door, continue until big Hornbeam tree, then left.” What confusing directions! She found a door and walked in. SPLAT! A large cherry pie hit her the moment she walked in. ARGH! Now she was covered in DOUBLE CHERRY! Baylee wiped her eyes and looked up. A big sign on the door said COONTZ HOUSE RULES!
PAYBACK TIME! She took a spray can out of her backpack. She took it and sprayed on the wall, tHe wEiRdO iN tHe pOlKaDoT hAt WAS HERE! and hung a strawberry apple pie over head. She briskly walked out of the room. “Finally!” She thought, she had found the Spector House! She walked into THAT room and saw two faces staring at her.
Beavo, I’m in Baker.
Cinnamoon glanced at her watch.
“Hmm… the neophytes should have been here by now. Then again, it’s a hard place to find.” The boy next to her stood up.
“Shall we go look for them?”
“You stay here. I’ll go get Beavo, and we’ll go.” She walked briskly towards the dorm area. Suprise, suprise, there was Beavo, hair everywhere, running down the corridor, cloak flapping.
“Beavo! Come on. We’re going to try and find some neophytes.”
“What? Don’t we have creative writing or something?”
“That was LAST YEAR Beavo. Today’s the first day of the term, remember? We don’t have schedules yet.”
Beavo grinned sheepishly.
“Oh yeah.”
They exited Baker house. It wasn’t long before they encountered a girl, two or three years younger than them, holding a large violin case. She looked nervous. Cinnamoon smiled warmly.
“Hi, are you new? I’m Cinnamoon. Are you looking for Baker house?”
“Yes, I am. I’m Midnight Fiddler.”
((Sorry if any of that was powerplay. Just say if it was.))
Baylee slowly walked out of the room. She looked around and saw some people in the court yard she observed them quickly. One had a violin case. The other two had the badges of the Baker House. I hurried towards them. “Any of you know what we are supposed to do?” Baylee always just talked to anyone when she felt anxious.
“I’m a Neophyte.” She explained.
(( I too am sorry if there was any powerplay.))
Please bring the pie level down. It’s funner if pies are scarce and unexpected.
94- ((Actually, NOAA is an ocean exploration organization, although they do have satellites))
115 – ((Oops :oops:))
114- ok, I’ll make sure I don’t do as much pies.
((Okay, cool. I get it. I guess I’ll be a second year.))
“Midnight Fiddler, eh? Name like that’d always be in Baker house. Right this way.”
Beavo swept his right arm in the direction of the large, semi-circle door he and Cinnamoon had just exited.
“Hey, Moon, I’ll get Miss. Fiddler here into Baker house, why don’t you go and find some more newbies?”
Cinnamoon held up her hands in the universal sign for ‘I give up’. “Beavo, you KNOW that Robert prefferes you to use the word neophytes, not newbies. Personally, I couldn’t care less, but still. You should.” She frowned. “And it’s Cinnamoon. Not ‘moon’. The moon is a satellite of planet Earth.”
“Now, I don’t use words that I don’t know how to spell. But whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “Let’s go, Midnight Fiddler. The girls’ rooms are on the left…” He led her towards the door, placing his hand on the engraved badger and saying “Violin” before entering.
“Why’s the password ‘violin’?” Inquired Midnight Fiddler.
The door swung shut, blocking out Beavo’s answer before Cinnamoon could hear it. It wasn’t like she needed to. Being in Baker for ((I don’t know how many, but Cinnamoon isn’t a neophyte, right?)) years, it was first nature to remember whatever crazy musical instrument the password was each week. She considered it kind of dumb that in the beginning of the year, the password was always pretty easy, so the neophytes wouldn’t forget it.
((Yeah, I know that was powerplay. Sorry. If it got too much, say so, please.))
((In response to 95))
((This is really bad. I apologize for being brain dead.))
“I’m Coontz. I’m trying to find neophytes who are in my house, since there aren’t many girls who are Coontzites. You’re Spector, right?”
((Didn’t I say I was going to be a teacher? Hmm… is the post of Drama Professor up for grabs? If it is…*grabs* I think I’ll introduce another character, a Neophyte, and post from his perspective…))
Michael turned around, confused. Where was he supposed to be? He had no idea, as usual. He was pretty sure that he wasn’t supposed to be here, in an tiny, deserted courtyard containing one single white bench, perfectly green grass, a few slate stepping stones, and a small stone fountain, water spurting out of a gargoyle’s mouth.
“Excuse me?”
Again, he whirled around.
“Neophyte?”
Michael stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He knew what a Neophyte was, and he knew that he was one, but he really didn’t feel like saying so. In his old school, being smart wasn’t exactly a merit.
“Are you new here?”
Looking up through his dark brown bangs, Michael surveyed the woman speaking. Blinking, he wondered whether he was finally losing his sanity. A woman dressed in a long, navy blue skirt, blouse, two inch heels, and four idenical necklaces stood in front of him. As if wearing the same color wasn’t enough, her ponytail reached past her ankles. It took him less than two seconds to figure out what he thought was wrong with the hair: it was both flaming orange, and the same color blue as the rest of her outfit.
What he meant to say was “Yes, how do you get to the sorting room,” but what came out instead was “Is your hair really that color?”
Without changing her facial expression, the woman replied, “Yes.”
Trying for the second time, he asked the question he had meant to ask.
“The sorting room is off the left of where you came in. What are you doing here?”
“Lost.”
“Ah.”
Awkwardly, Michael left the courtyard through the door behind the bench, the woman’s eyes on his back.
“That was creepy,” he muttered under his breath as he trudged down the stone hallway, towards the sorting room.
((Yes, I am playing both the woman, Michael, and Beavo. Three characters max, right?))
((this is Alex, or TMFA, who I posted as earlier.))
I walk to the dorms, to get plans for a pie thrower that are due to Robert from summer. as I walk under the door…
SPLAT!
giving up on getting the plans to him today, I start to head down to the dining room. I grab a set, and I see ICBF laughing. he must have done this.
((this is my second person, Zac. Zac is a neophyte.))
Wow. this place is BIG! I was trying to get to the dorm, but I can find it! I head down to lunch.
I find a set. I look at my plate. food. good. eat.
it’s cold. grabbing a hand-held radio, I zap it.
As I start to eat, Another Boy looks at me funney from across the table.
“what’s your name?” he asks.
“Zac. and yours?”
“TMFA, or Alex. were did you get that radio that heats things up?”
“I made it a few months ago.”
“what house are you in?”
“Coontz.”
“Good, Good. I have been trying to make a radio cooker for the past few months. and for the past few months I have been eating half frozen pancakes. Might you help me?”
((I will have a teacher in a few posts))
Nathalie and Kai walked up to the door of Coontz House. The door was metalic and had a video camera over it. There weren’t any handles.
“What are the three main classes of rocks?” asked a computer voice.
“Uh, that would be igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic.” Nathalie answered.
“Welcome, neophytes.” said the computer voice, and the door slid open. The two girls stepped inside
“It smells like cherry pie in here.” Kai observed.
“Yeah, I wonder why.” Nathalie said.
A boy ran through the door, nearly knocking them down.
“Sorry. Just pulled off a great prank. You new?” he asked
“Yes.”
“Dorms are that way.” he pointed down a hallway.
“Why does it smell like cherry pie?”
“Long story.”
Kat left Mistress Spector’s office, narrowly dodging a flying pie on her way to her dorm. Just before she got there, though, the bumped right into a girl ((Cat)) standing outside the door.
“Oh, sorry!” Kat said quickly. Noting the girl’s cloak with its scarlet and green trim, she added, “I’m Kat, and I’m in Spector House, too…I’m a neophyte, but only because I just found out about this place…I should’ve been going here much longer. What about you?”
Hey, guys, btw, what’s the starting age at MA, or does it matter?
((Sorry if I’m late. My character is my alter-ego, Mira. She’s the princess of Pomegranate, at least on the pie war threads. Not that she’s been there for a while. If there’s any questions, inquire.))
Mira opened the door of the car. “Thanks for the ride,” she said, addressing the choeffer cheufer shofer driver. She helped lift her suitcase out of the trunk and dragged it up the front steps. Taking a deep breath, she opened the doors to Muse Academy. “Excuse me,” she called after a passing student. “Um, where do I go?” The student pointed at a sign reading “Neophytes that way”. “Right,” Mira said, heading toward a large door.
~a little while later. Mira has been filled in on the details and is heading toward Coontz House.~
Mira stepped toward the metallic door. She stopped, stared at the place a handle would normally be, and twisted the hem of her cape. ((Does the computer ask a different question every time?)) Before she could say anything a voice broke the silence. “What are the two types of electric current?” it asked. Mira jumped and looked around. “uh, alternating current and direct current,” she answered, confused. “Welcome,” said the door, swinging open.
“So this is our home for the next ((How long does MA last?)) years,” Nathalie said.
“Yeah,” replied Kai, “So the door asks us science questions?”
“I guess so. They probably get harder throughout the year. The last one wasn’t so bad. It’s a good thing that I did science bowl twice.”
(( I HAVE AN IDEA! *everyone, again groans* we should have a game people can play on a team or just for fun, maybe Pie Flyers! Yeah that sounds cool!))
(Cont. 113) The girl looked at Baylee and said, “It’s time for lunch, you have to get to the mess hall, it’s across the campus, we have to show this girl,” she gestured at the one with the violin case, “to our dorms.” And she hurried off towards the Baker house dorms.
Baylee lookked across the campus and could just make out the tall building that was supposedly the mess hall, and set off towards it.
124- ((Yes, otherwise it would get a bit dull))
“Yeah, that is lucky. I hope it’s generally Earth Science, because I’m not the greatest at Biology or Chemistry. I wonder what the sky view is like here. I mean, we’re on an island far from any cities, so I’d expect to see a lot of stars.” Kai said.
“I guess we’ll have to wait until dark to find that out.” Nathalie replied.
They unpacked their things from their backpacks.
“So, is this your first time at boarding school?” asked Nathalie.
“Yes. I spent three weeks in Australia over the summer and didn’t get homesick then, though. Plus, don’t we get to send an E-mail home every Sunday?” Kai asked
“I think that’s what they said.”
“Well, I’ve been here an hour and made friends with you and another girl named Althea, so I guess I’ll manage.”
While Baylee was walking she heard a noise. It was coming from the big white dome behind the main building. She took a peek inside it. WOW! The kids in the building were flying, and not even on brooms! They had pies in their hands and were playing some kind of game. She quickly set her mind on getting to the mess hall.
Baylee felt warmness all around her as she walked into the messhall. she looked around and saw kids of every age talking and laughing. She even saw a kid zap his lunch and made it steaming hot with a radio. She quickly got her food and sat next to some people who seemed nice enough to talk to. She hadn’t made any friends yet. “Maybe it’s because I keep on trying to make friends with girls and they think I’m a boy.” She thought. You would be excuse if you thought Baylee Top Hat was a boy. In fact she would be the first to laugh at that because she had an Incredible sense of humor, and it had happened many times. People mostly thought that because her haircut, and because she usually wore trousers. Her hair was like a boys, but not too short, with a small flip to one side.
“I guess I will have to introduce myself,” she thought. “That would do it,” “Hi, I’m Baylee,” she said to the girl next to her.
“I’m Althea, and this is Kai.” The girl said. Baylee felt relieved. FInally someone had talked to her!
(( yes once again i’m sorry if there is any powerplay!))
“Have you checked out the campus yet? There’s certainly a lot!” Baylee asked
“Some stuff. There’s a path by the Coontz building that a guy called TMFA said leads to the beach. We were planning on going there after we finish eating, but before the house meetings.” Althea said
“And by the way, I like your haircut. I was worried I’d be the only girl here with short hair. I was at my old school.” Kai said.
“I’m Cat,” Cat said to Kat, grinning. “But with a C, you know? Is yours with a K or a C? Anyways, we should probably be going to the mess hall. Want to come with me?”
Another girl with short hair! THANKYOU! “A beach? I’d love to go. Oh yeah, about the house meetings…. what exactly do we do there?” Baylee asked uncertainly.
((I actually do have short hair. A lot of people mistake me for a boy.))
“We’re supposed to go to the main rooms of our houses and the leaders will fill us in on the rules and everything.” Kai said.
~A few minutes later~
The three of them steped onto the beach. They could see until where the sea met the sky.
“They’re both blue, the ocean and atmosphere. Like that poem you wrote on the blog.” Althea said
“You read that?”
((Alex or TMFA again.))
((note that this is the house metting))”What is m theory’s other name?” asked the door.
“Super-sting theory.” I say with out hesitation. I had taken a string theory course over the summer.
Taking my cape I make an entrance into Common Room.
“MY name is TMFA, but If you want to you may call me alex. I am second in command behind Robert here and I am in Tenth Grade. ((I have done 8th and 9th in one year)). any complaints may be told to me.
any Questions?”
“Oh such a beautiful ocean! The clear blue water, clouded with sand, and the baby blue sky with clouds here and there!” Baylee said. She thought about what she might write in her letter to her mom on Sunday. All about her new friends mostly. “Wait, no don’t think about the future keep your mind on NOW.” she said to herself quickly. Most of all, she would not want it to get out that she had a reputation at her old school……….
((This is really confused right now. Everything seems to be moving really fast. Oh well.))
Cat ate her dinner quickly, and then set out to explore the campus. She would have invited Kat, IBCF, Althea, Raven, or anybody else that was around, but everyone seemed to be busy or just plain not around. First she hiked up the grassy hill behind Spector house. At the top she found a garden, its rows neat and pristine and flowers blooming even though it was almost winter.
((Correct that last part if I’m wrong. I’m not sure what season it is.))
“I wonder when the House Meeting is……” Baylee thought aloud.
(( no one ))
the anocment answered here question.
“ALL STUDENTS TO THE COMMAN ROOMS FOR HOUSE METTIGS IN 15 MINUTES.”
((Uh-oh! Somebody needs to come tell Cat what’s going on. =P I don’t want to Powerplay, so if someone would do that… )
Uh oh, house meeting? I left the dorm and started towards the commons. For no reason in particluar, I glanced towards the hill behind Spector house. Someone was standing there. It looked like Cat. I yelled, hoping she would hear me. “Come on, Cat! There’s a house meeting!”
I joined IBCF and Cat as they headed towards Spector house for the meeting.
Cat whirled around, suprised out of her summertime fantasy. “Oh, hey IBCF,” shesaid, joining him at the bottom of the hill. A few seconds later Alice joined them, and the three of them walked back to Spector house. “What’s the password?” Cat said to IBCF, scratching her head vaugley.
((Oh yeah, I just remembered. I wrote a theme song for Spector House last night. It doesn’t go to any particular tune, I just felt like writing it.
We’re the quiet and the curious
The wild and the smart
And when we cheer for Spector House
It comes right from the heart
We’re the writers and the readers
The mighty and the bold
We write (it’s like an impulse!)
Without even being told
Oh Spector House will everlast
The persistant and the brave
So lift your voices, cheer aloud
For our dearest Spector House!
Fern looked around, she was already in the Baker common room, thankfully. She was relieved that she didn’t have to go and find anything else, it was enough to just sit and wait for everyone else to come in.
Beavo stared at the bottomless pit of junk othewise called his school trunk. ((Yes, it rhymes, but luggage case dosn’t flow.)) If he was going to find his school cape before the house meeting, he’d better work fast.
Digging past and endless supply of CDs, blue jeans and undershirts, he finally unearthed a jet black corner of fabric. He stood up and yanked.
What came out was obviously not his cape. It was longer than a cape, or a bedsheet even, though it was made of the same fabric. Also unlike his cape, it didn’t have the Muse Academy emblem, the Baker house pin, or any coloring at all. It was as plain and as black as the insides of his eyelids.
“FIVE MINUTES UNTIL THE HOUSE MEETINGS. STUDENTS ARE ENCOURAGED TO BE IN THEIR HOUSE WITHIN THE NEXT THREE MINUTES.”
He stuffed the cloth back into his trunk, found his cape, and slammed the trunk shut. In his rush out of his room, he nearly colided with what looked like a Neophyte. The kid was wearing a black shirt with two guitars, dark blue jeans, a black belt and black skateboarding shoes.
“How come everything in this school has to be black? It’s like everyone’s suddenly going goth on me here,” he muttered. He addressed the kid.
“Hey. You new here?”
The boy silently nodded.
“Yeah, well you’ll be taking the seniors from last year’s bunks. They’re right over there, by the window, see ’em?”
Again, the boy nodded.
“Well, see you at the house meeting.” Beavo stuck out his hand. “I’m Beavo. Obviously, I’m in Baker with you.”
Removing his right hand from his pocket, the kid grasped Beavo’s hand. For a silent one, this guy’s got a firm grip, thought Beavo.
“Michael,” said Michael, and placed his hand back into his pocket.
“Um, well, welcome to Muse Academy, then.” Beavo cast Michael a half smile. “It’s great here, this is my second year. I’m sure you’ll love it. Muse Academy’s just the right fit for everyone, y’know? Everything just falls into place after a while. And, of course, the pies taste great.”
Beavo took a step past the Neophyte, pushed the door open, and headed down the curved set of stone steps to the house meeting.
Oh, mother of mushrooms. GAPAs, could you fix that? The italics are supposed to encompass “For a silent one, this kid’s got a firm grip.”
Fanku!
an announcement. three minutes? great. it was about halfway across the school. I sighed. no way I was going to get there on time. I had been busy in the library looking up ‘fire with it’s magiks, and had been practicing, but now I was going to be late. that’s what I get. I paced forward, lighting a wax match on my finger.
he finally got to his house. it had just started. he walked ‘unconspicously'(?) down to the seats for the talk. His finger was on fire. he wondered if anybody noticed. ((not as though I am in pain though, it’s all part of my practicing magiks, Ag and I have been competing for a little while now…unless ag says otherwise))
Beavo (145): Your wish is the GAPA’s command. At least this time!
((147-Heh, otherwise I would have been asking for iPods and fancy cars!))
or muse delivered early!
I just posted that last so I could get the 150th post
((I’m printing out all that’s been posted so far so I can read it, but what exactly am I to do if I join?))
((can we got on with the house meetings?? I asked that so we could start))
“Come on, Althea, Kai. We better hurry.” Baylee said. They ran back to the Spector House common room. Just in time. Everyone was finding their seats when they got there. Mistress Spector was at the front of the room.
Raven walked back to her dorm, alone since Cat had gone with other people from her house. She walked in just behind Gim, and just before the door closed. The meeting had already started, and TMFA was introducing himself: “MY name is TMFA, but If you want to you may call me Alex. I am second in command behind Robert here and I am in tenth grade. Any complaints may be told to me.
Any questions?”
Raven looked around. There seemed to be twice, maybe three times as many neophytes as there were older students. But there was someone missing.
“I have a question, TMFA. Where’s Robert?”
We were all waiting for Mistress Spector to talk, waiting, waiting, waiting.
((I wouldn’t wait for Rosanne to speak for herself. We GAPAs aren’t in this game, as far as I know.))
((155 – Oh. Okay then.))
Cat stood up next, and decided to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Cat Meow,” she said, meeting everyone’s eyes. “I’m a neophyte, obviously, and I’m in the 7th grade. Nice to meet you all.” Then she sat down again, blushing briefly.
Hmm… who wants to be Rosanne? I’ve already got three characters.
((ALL ACTIVE RPGers PLEASE GO TO THE ORIGINAL MUSE ACADEMY THREAD (https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1057) AND VOTE ON THE TWO MEASURES I PROPOSED))
((Hmm… Is the MA structure based on english secondary schools? If so, then it would start at eleven, in year 7, and last for five years.))
Cinnamoon abandoned the search for neophytes, and headed back towards the common room.
“Violin,” she said, without a thought, and walked in. Spotting Midnight Fiddler, she pulled up a chair next to her.
“Hi!” Midnight Fiddler looked around, startled, and then returned the greeting. “Has Beavo corrupted you yet?” Cinnamoon asked.
“Not yet.”
“Good.” She looked around. “A teacher should be here soon to start the meeting. Paul might turn up, but he’s probably busy overhauling a hat boy or something.”
“Robert is prepping the science lab for classes tomorrow. the summer classes reeked havoc on the labs. mainly My Radio Cooker. That brings me to my second point. by January All Neophytes must have a science project they are working on. if you were here last year, You will continue that project. if you finish you may help neophytes. neophytes may help you. ” I said
“Now for a tour. over there we have the RPG books. Pie War rules are there too.
there we have the private lab.
next door we have the Coontz dinning room.
and then the girls Dorms and boys Dorms.”
“Other announcements:
the yearly pie war has been moved to January.
Dinner will be served at 5:00 in the group Dinning room.
Course Guides are on your beds, and your schedules will be at the table tomorrow morning. Please go to the dorms and start filling the Guides outs.”
((Now to Zac.))
Wow. that’s a lot of info
((Back to TMFA))
O.k. so I’m taking Elfish, Algebra 2, Pie Study 3, Science 3, Writing 3, Reading 3, and history of museica 1. and for electives I’m taking Pie theory and Geek 105.
Nathalie hurried into the common room.
“What is the kingdom of prokaryotic organisms?”
“Monera,” Nathalie said after a second’s thought.
There were a lot of kids in the room. Nathalie had gone to a school with only 600 kids before, and there they never had more than half the school in the same place at the same time. As she gaped, an older student said “Wait until we get to the dining hall.”
Nathalie listened attentively to the announcements and then went to find Kai to work out schedules.
I trotted back to my bed slowly, fun, a schedule. let’s see…I took a late schedule…kizombie((it is an actual written up language, I shall look into learning it…)), trigonometry((I’m getting bored with Algebra in real life)), pie throwing, nuclear physics, advanced grammar(and how to correct people), novel writing, electives…pie war tactics 101((the miniature competitions should be fun)).
okay, I figured it out
8:00-8:45 advanced grammar
8:50-9:35 novel writing
9:40-10:25 trig
10:30-10:45 brunch
10:50-11:35 kizombie
11:40-12:25 pie throwing
12:30-1:15 lunch
1:20-2:05 pie war tactics
2:10-2:55 nuclear physics
3:00-6:30 free time
6:45-7:30 dinner
etc…
“Here you go,” someone said, handing Cat a piece of paper. Glancing over it quickly, she realized it was her schedule. It read:
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Art
8:50-9:35 Novel writing
9:40-10:25 Archery
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 The Languages of J.R.R. Tolkein (Sindarin, Quenya, Orkish, and others)
11:40-12:25 Pie Throwing
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Poetry
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Free Time
9:30 Lights Out
((Note: Everybody should try to share classes with at least a couple other people, so that way there can actually be several people in each class.))
(((I don’t think I can keep up with this. It’s so confusing.
152- Kai isn’t from Spector House. Is Baylee?)))
Althea eagerly read her schedule.
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Welsh
8:50-9:35 Novel writing
9:40-10:25 Archery
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Geometry
11:40-12:25 Biology
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Pie War Tactics
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Free Time
9:30 Lights Out
She smiled. Everything she could want, packed into one day. Shame the classes were so short, but she could live with that.
((165 – Yeah, this IS very confusing. Hopefully it will calm down a little soon.))
Cat walked outside and walking into the main hall. “Excuse me,” she said quietly to a lady in a small office just as you walked in. “Can I change something on schedule?”
The lady was old, with gray hair, but she had nice eyes that crinkled at the corners and made Cat a little braver. “Certainly,” she said, smiling. “What would you like to change?”
“Well,” Cat said. “I’d like to take American Sign Language from 8:00 to 8:45 instead of Art. And my parents also said I have to take at least some sort of math while I’m here, so I’d like to switch from 11:40-12:25 Pie Throwing to 10:50-11:35 Geometry, and then during the 11:40-12:25 period I’ll have the Languages of J.R.R. Tolkein class that I originally had from 10:50 to 11:35.”
The lady chuckled. “Know what you want, huh?” she said, smiling. She typed a few things into the computer, and then printed out a new schedule. “Here you go.”
Cat inspected her new schedule:
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 American Sign Language
8:50-9:35 Novel writing
9:40-10:25 Archery
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Geometry
11:40-12:25 The Languages of J.R.R. Tolkein (Sindarin, Quenya, Orkish, and others)
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Poetry
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Free Time
9:30 Lights Out
“Thanks,” she said, smiling at the lady, and then she ran back to Spector House to compare schedules with Alice, IBCF, Raven, and all of her other new friends.
Nathalie gasped in excitement at her new schedule
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Welsh
8:50-9:35 Chemistry
9:40-10:25 Trigonometry
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Play writing
11:40-12:25 Pie throwing
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Photography
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Free Time
9:30 Lights Out
She had always wanted to take Welsh, she loved fencing, and she wanted to improve her play writing skills. She couldn’t wait for classes to start.
((167 – UGHIWANNATAKEPHOTOGRAPHYNOW. ;_; But I don’t have any more room on my schedule. Hmm. Maybe I should just wait until everybody else has posted their schedules, or else I’m going to change it again every time someone else thinks of a subject I want to take.
I guess I’ll just write poetry in my free time. I’m in Spector House, which helps a bit.
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 American Sign Language
8:50-9:35 Novel writing
9:40-10:25 Archery
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Geometry
11:40-12:25 The Languages of J.R.R. Tolkein (Sindarin, Quenya, Orkish, and others)
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Photography
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Free Time
9:30 Lights Out
What time are the house meetings at?))
((159-Corrupted? Heh, that’s me.))
Michael trotted back up to his room, the one he shared with Beavo. He let all the other boys pass him on their way up, and by the time he had gotten to the second spiral curve, he was the last boy in line.
Strange, he thought, that these staircases are so wide, and yet I’m still last. Heh, story of my life. By the time he got to his room, all the other boys in his room were reviewing their scheduals on their beds, or unpacking a few of their belongings. He noticed Beavo staring strangely into his trunk, as if wondering where he had put something. ((Who else is in the room? Six per room, methinks. Two Neophytes, two one years, and two seniors. Three characters per person, sixteen rooms per gender, four houses…should work out.))
He sat down on his bed and rubbed his hand over the fabric. It was the neatest made bed that he had ever seen, but that’s considering that he had never learned how to make his bed.
((I’ll write more later, but I’m to tired and I have stuff to do.))
I found my schedule and looked at it excitedly.
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Spanish
8:50-9:35 Novel writing
9:40-10:25 Art
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Algebra II
11:40-12:25 Biology
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 History
2:10-2:55 Cooking
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Free Time
9:30 Lights Out
Althea climbed the stairs to her dormitory. Her bed was a bottom bunk, below Cat’s. There were drawers built into the bedframe, eight of them, four for each person, and a night table. Her luggage was sitting on the red-and-green wool blanket. She smiled and sat down beside it. Muse Academy was going to be great, she could tell already.
“Hey guys!” Cat said to Alice and IBCF as she reentered Spector House, calling Alice out of the room they shared with 6 other girls. “Can I see your schedules?” They handed them over, and she eagerly compared the three. “Let’s see,” Cat said cheerfully. “I’ve got Novel Writing with both of you, and then I also have Archery, Geometry, and Fencing with Alice. Sweet! I can’t wait to start!”
((164- I will take Photography, Novel Writing, Fencing and Archery.))
Nathalie and Kai compared agendas in the Coontz Girls Dorm.
“Well, it looks like we’re together in Photography, Play Writing and Fencing.” Kai said.
Outside, it was getting dark, as it was nearly winter.
“Hey, we can see how the sky view is! There’s still some time until dinner.” Nathalie said
“Sounds good.”
They hurried out the door and behind the building. The planet Venus was shining brightly in the west, and a few stars were out. In the distance, they could hear the ocean waves. Out of curiousity, Nathalie turned the binoculars in the direction of the beach. Something shinny was on the sand.
“Look at this.” she said, giving Kai the binoculars
“I didn’t see that earlier. It must have just washed up. I wonder what it is. Remember that article in the November/December issue about messages in bottles?” Kai asked
“Yeah. I wonder…”
((Is it too early for this kind of thing?))
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 French
8:50-9:35 Chemistry
9:40-10:25 Trigonometry
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Novel Writing
11:40-12:25 Genetics
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Songwriting
2:10-2:55 Archery
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Computer Programming
9:30 Lights Out
Weekend Schedule
7:30-9:30 Breakfast (no wake up bell)
9:30- 12:30 Free Time/ Optional Religious Services on Sundays
12:30- 2:00 Lunch
2:00- 3:00 House Meeting
3:00- 5:00 House Activity (working on a science project for Coontzites)
5:00- 7:30 Free Time
7:30- 9:00 Dinner
9:30- Lights Out
Raven examined her schedule. It looked good. A nice mixture of classes, but still plenty of time devoted to science. She went back to the dorm to start unpacking her trunk. There was still an hour before dinner. There were three other girls in the dorm. They appeared to be all neophytes. As she finished reading the schedules, two of the girls left. So she introduced herself to the last girl.
“Hi, I’m Raven. You must be a neophyte.”
((173 – Maybe a little. We should have at least one “normal” day of classes before any plot things happen, but it could be a note that would later be compounded on to throw us into a plot twist.
Either way, I have to go, so I’ll be back tomorrow for classes, most likely.))
((That neophyte mentioned in my last post is Gingersnap’s character.))
172- Althea, not Alice.
I have Novel writing and Biology with IBCF, and Novel writing, Archery, Geometry, and Fencing with Cat! Cool.
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Elvesh
8:50-9:35 Chemistry(Sci3)
9:40-10:25 Trigonometry(Al2)
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Novel Writing(writing 3)
11:40-12:25 pie study 3
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Geek 105
2:10-2:55 Reading 3
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 History of museica 1
9:30 Lights Out
Weekend Schedule
7:30-9:30 Breakfast (no wake up bell)
9:30- 12:30 Free Time/ Optional Religious Services on Sundays
12:30- 2:00 Lunch
2:00- 3:00 House Meeting
3:00- 5:00 House Activity (working on a science project for Coontzites)
5:00- 7:30 Free Time
7:30- 9:00 Dinner
9:30- Lights Out
Perfect!
((a hour later))
Dinner! Ah! ten Courses of the finest food from the six Lands!
((173- good point. I think that the radio cooker should figure in to the story some how.))
Kai opened the bottle and read:
Dear Reader: Are you an intelligent young person? (Above the age of ten and under eighteen?) If not, please give this bottle to a young and intelligent person. I would like to tell you about an extraordinary magazine for people like you or me. It’s called Muse. And, surprisingly, it’s not like any other magazine out there in the world. People subscribe to Muse from all over the world to learn about art, science, nature, space, cultures, the whole world, books (from manga to Lord of the Rings to Harry Potter), origami, black holes, ancient Egyptian mummies, and pie throwing.
I am not an advertiser. I’m a fifteen year old girl living in Denmark and I’ve been getting Muse for six years. There’s a great online community of Musers, and once you have a subscription, a whole new world opens up. If you are not sure about getting a subscription, you can buy a used copy of a past magazine through Ebay.com or other used things sites. Or, if you live in the US, there’ll be a copy at a local library. Take a chance. Open your eyes and your mind. http://www.cricketmag.com/ProductDetail.asp?pid=12 https://musefanpage.com/
“It’s Vixen’s message from the kokonspiracy thread!” said Nathalie.
“I guess it turned up in the right place,” said Kai.
“Why don’t you throw it back in? After all, we don’t need it here.”
Kai threw the bottle back in.
172, 177- “Cool! I have some classes with my friends!”
Raven sat, picking at her dinner and watching the general bustle. Spector house seemed to have the most neophytes, but Baker was a close second. Since she was sitting with TMFA and Gim, they decided to compare schedules.
“Cool, I have Chem and Novel Writing with TMFA, and Trig with both of you.”
“Yeah,” Mira said nervously. “I just got here. Um, I’m Mira. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Raven said grinning. “So, what’s your schedule like?”
*Mira hands over schedule*
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Creative Writing
8:50-9:35 Chemistry
9:40-10:25 History of Museica
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Pie Throwing
11:40-12:25 Earth Science
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Algebra
2:10-2:55 Geek 1
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Music Study-Strings
9:30 Lights Out
“Cool,” said Raven. “Listen, if you need help finding any of your classes, you can ask me. Or anyone else, really. Everyone here’s pretty nice.”
“Thanks,” Mira said. “I really appreciate that. Um, should we go to dinner now?”
*Raven looks at watch* “Yeah, if we leave now we can beat the rush.”
*exit Raven and Mira* *Mira is smiling*
((Sorry for the power play))
((Beavo))
The black fabric was gone. Without a doubt, it had been removed from Beavo’s trunk from the time that he had put it back, and the time he had opened his trunk thirty minutes later to inspect it. As everyone in his house had been at the house meeting (he had already checked to make sure), it must have been someone from another house, hoping to play a prank on a Neophyte.
They were in for a big surprise. They had picked the wrong trunk. Beavo was most definatly NOT a Neophyte.
And lightning strike me dead if he didn’t know how to play a good prank.
Beavo decided that he was going to plan his counter-prank that week, but right now he needed to review his schedual. He snatched up the creme paper from his bed and read:
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 American Sign Language
8:50-9:35 Zoology
9:40-10:25 Stage and Film Drama
10:30-10:45 Free time/Worship services
10:50-11:35 Novel Writing
11:40-12:25 Genetics
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Poetry
2:10-2:55 Karate
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Web Design
9:30 Lights Out
At the first line, Beavo frowned. Seven? He had trouble waking up at seven last year, and he had petitioned the school to have the times moved to 8:00. He had reaserched this kind of thing, and found out that the average teenager needed about 11 hours of sleep, and his or her melatonin chemicals started working towards sleep at 11:30 p.m. If this was so, nobody should even be awake until 10:30. On the weekends, this worked fine, why wouldn’t the school’s administrative staff see reason?
As he read through his classes, though, his mouth began to twitch upwards. He didn’t have one math class this year, he had persuaded the schedual peoples (whoever they were) to classify his only science class (zoology) as mathematics. Science and math go hand in hand, right?
The 9:30 bed time darkened his face once again. Didn’t they see? Teenagers weren’t lazy slobs on purpose, they were lazy slobs because the “neat and perfect” adults controllign their life made them so. It was a vicious cycle, and Beavo loathed it.
But he knew what he was going to do with some of his worship services this year. He was going to try out Green Cow.
Ack! Looks like Kat’s gonna have to withdraw form this, because she doesn’t have time to keep up with it.
((a lot of people have novel writing and pie throwing…and some trig))
” great! we’ll have fun in the classes!”
Gimanator hopped up to find Ag. Perhaps his schedule was similar? He wondered if he would have any classes with his friend.
After dinner, Althea had her schedule changed to this:
7:00 Wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Welsh
8:50-9:35 Novel writing
9:40-10:25 Archery
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Geometry
11:40-12:25 Biology
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Pie War Tactics
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Drama
9:30 Lights Out
Weekend Schedule
7:30-9:30 Breakfast (no wake up bell)
9:30- 12:30 Free Time/ Optional Religious Services on Sundays
12:30- 2:00 Lunch
2:00- 3:00 House Meeting
3:00- 5:00 House Activity
5:00- 7:30 Free Time
7:30- 9:00 Dinner
9:30- Lights Out
((182- That power play was fine, since I kindof forgot that I was talking to you.))
((rarnang hra nar rangra arz fan(learning a new language is fun, literally learning a new language are fun)))
((Strange. Nobody seems to be studying World Domination.))
190 – I would think that it would be incorporated into all of the classes.
190- >.> Nooooooooo…..
((190-I think it’s bad that you even brought that up))
((190- That’s what Free Time is for….))
((I think I’m going to bow out, as I can’t follow it anymore. But it was fun for a bit.))
((rar. arrh harmanz arrh rarranh:rar.all people are leaving, at least a couple who can’t keep up. *sigh*))
Baylee looked at her schedule carefully.
7:00 wake up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfest
8:00-8:45 history
((sorry I have to eat dinner now, I’ll continue later.))
The bottle made a satisfying splash.
“A Muser’s note washes up at MA. God must have a sense of humor.” Kai said, as they watched it float away to parts unknown.
“You think we should tell Vixen?” Nathalie asked
“I don’t know, are they here?”
I’ll be happy to play a teacher or head of house. Just tell me what you need, and I can fill the role. For example, teacher of Pie War Tactics?
199- Cool. I take Pie War Tactics.
yes, I will be in that class, as well.
During cooking class, I had baked a blueberry pie. I was now creeping through the foliage straight towards the Coontz house. It was time to stir things up a bit.
“Halt! Who Goes near Coontz House!”I yell
“ICBF!”
“is that a pie? ICBF, you know that gag day ended at 7:00! now back to your house!”
203- “ICBF? It’s IBCF!!!” I slunk back to the Spector house.
((ok, I’m officially taking the art teacher slot))
A tall redheaded woman with a violet streak in her hair paced the round and light-filled art studio, wondering when she’d find out how many students she’d have this year. There would obviously be a few from Lasley House, considering their interest in art, even if it was mostly of the digital type. Speaking of…She crossed the room and made sure that her laptop, which was busy running her self-programmed animation software, wasn’t overheating, which it had developed a tendency of doing lately. Satistfied that it was still running smoothly, she turned towards the front of the room, where she had hung several examples of artwork from different time periods and styles. Her goal was to help students to find a style that they liked and to perfect and personalize it…the students, right. When would they come? Well, she was getting paid regardless, but it would be a lot more interesting if she actually got to teach something. A beep from her computer signaled that the newest fifty frames of the short film she was in the middle of making were finished. She picked up the laptop and sat in the squashy armchair meant for portrait models to sit in, thinking that if she was waiting anyway, she might as well be comfortable. Soon she was lost in creating the next fifty frames of her film.
((Beavo, I’m going to have some classes with you, because you’re the only Bakerite close to my year.))
The official meeting never happened. In the end, a befudled teacher had wandered in, bellowed,
“NEOPHYTES! The second and third year students in this room are guides. Ask them if you need help!” Then she wandered out again. Cinnamoon smiled at Midnight Fiddler. The other girl asked,
“So what do we do now?”
“Same as we do every year, I guess. Wander around until bed, and then classes start tommorow. Do you want me to show you around a bit?”
“Sure.”
“Okay. That’s the library over there. The girls’ dorms are up those stairs. What dorm are you in, anyway?”
“Um… I don’t know.”
“Let’s go find out then. I’m in room six, same as always…” The two walked up to the dorms. First they entered room six. “Yup, there’s my suitcase, same as always. I only got here this morning, but whoever does these things has been at their work. I think Robert might have invented suitcase gnomes to sort out this stuff, but I don’t know. See your stuff anywhere?” It turned out that Midnight Fiddler was in the same dorm as Cinnamoon.
The next morning, Cinnamoon made her way down to breakfast, snatching her timetable from the end of the bed. Suprisingly enough, Beavo was actually up and awake, although admittedly bleary eyed, eating waffles with syrup. She sat down opposite him.
“What do you have?” he asked. She chucked her schedule across the table.
8:00-8:45 American Sign Language
8:50-9:35 Physics
9:40-10:25 Electronics
10:30-10:45 Free time/Worship services
10:50-11:35 Novel Writing
11:40-12:25 Advanced Algebra
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Poetry
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Web Design
9:30 Lights Out
He handed it back.
“Looks like we have Sign Language, Novel writing, Poetry and web design together.”
“Sounds alright. Nothing you can blow up in any of those lessons.” Beavo sighed, and raised his eyebrows.
“It was only once last year!”
“One is one too many times for me,” she responded, before walking off to get her own waffles.
((My second character will be a French/writing teacher))
After checking to see that her blue, spiked hair was still in place, the short, eclectic woman known only as Nadine examined her classroom. It was small, but apparently there hadn’t been many people signing up for her classes. So she had been given three classes to teach. She was the teacher for French (8:40- 8:45), Novel Writing (10:50- 11:35) and a combined poetry/songwriting class (1:20- 2:05). She looked like a poet, too. Black pants combined with a red and black striped tank top, and a denim jacket over that. And of course her signature cowboy boots.
Nadine was a new teacher at MA. She couldn’t wait to meet these students, who would obviously actually want to learn.
((Back to Raven))
Raven was in the middle of a wonderful dream. She was flying, soaring, above the clouds, looking down on a beautiful, undisturbed landscape, and-CLANG-she was falling-CLANG-she hit the ground-CLANG.
“I hate that wake-up bell” she grumbled, but then brightened when she remembered that it was the first day of classes. Half an hour later, she was sitting down to her usual breakfast of donuts, melon, and, of course, coffee. She would start off the morning with French, with a new teacher.
Cat walked out of her sign language class still feeling a little bleary eyed. They had mostly done review today, since she was one of the few people in the class that had any past experience with the language. Now she was headed to novel writing, a class that she knew many of her Baker House friends were in.
Althea came out of Welsh class with her tongue tied in knots. She never wanted to speak Welsh again. She never wanted to speak English again. She had never had so much fun in her life.
She saw Cat walking out of a nearby classroom and ran to catch up with her. “We have novel writing next, right?” she asked, pulling out her schedule.
“Yeah,” said Cat. “I’m really excited.”
“How was your language class?” asked Althea. “Mine was great. I’ve always wanted to learn Welsh.”
210 – “It was okay,” Cat said, shrugging. “I already know some ASL, though, so it was kind of boring at times when we were re-learning the basics. I kind of wish now I’d been in French.”
“Well, you can always switch classes next semester,” Althea said helpfully.
“Yeah,” Cat smiled.
“Have a pie!
Have a pie!”
The alarm woke Kai out of her dream. She climbed out of bed, carefully putting her teddy bear back on the pillow, and pulled on leggings and a turtleneck, attaching the Coontz House pin.
“First day of classes. I think I have Art first, then Geek 105- but first of all is breakfast. Man, I’m happy to be waking up an hour later than at my old school.”
if anyone wants to use me as a teacher, student or whatever feel free to write lines for me and things. I won’t write for myself but feel free to.
((206-Aren’t I IN your year? Second. Michael’s a Neophyte.))
Marissa Cohen stuck a chopstick through her ponytail. Once, twice, three time she twisted it, and then stuck the end through the rubber band.
Marissa was one of those females with hair that looked different every day, and almost always looked great. ((More later, she’s the drama teacher BTW))
((I’m doing a history outline right now. I will be back as Raven and Nadine soonish))
((215 – Okay.))
10:30 -10:45- Break
((Raven))
Raven was glad to be at Muse Academy. Her classes so far had been much more challenging than they would have been at a normal high school, and even though it was the first day, she felt she had learned something in every class. French had been particularly cool, since she was the only student in the class. She had spent the time just talking in French, getting to know the teacher, who was probably the coolest person she had ever met. And then had been Chem, followed by Trig, both of which promised to be extremely cool. Now she would have Novel Writing, a great way to make sure her brain didn’t short-circuit, then her favorite subject, Genetics, and then lunch.
CLANG.
Time to go to class.
10:50- 11:35
((Nadine))
“Welcome, class. You know, I’m actually surprised that this class is so popular. I wasn’t expecting that there would be a mix of kids from all the houses. Before I tell you exactly how I’m going to teach the class, how about we all introduce ourselves? Just tell us your name, your House, and what you’re expecting from this class. Why don’t we start with you, Raven?”
((Raven))
“Bonjour. Oh, sorry, I’m still stuck in French mode. Hi, I’m Raven, I’m in Coontz House, and I’m expecting this class to help me by allowing me to take an artistic break from my math-and-science schedule.”
((Nadine))
“Wonderful to see you again, Raven. How about the blond girl next to you?((Cat))”
214- I’m in drama in from 7:35 to 9:25. Maybe that’s a play or something.
((Technically this is Alice doing the typing (hence the proper punctuation and capitalization) but I’m posting for Opal.))
Stardust looked over her schedule.
8:00-8:45 Art
8:50-9:35 Pie Throwing
9:40-10:25 Drama
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Gymnastics
11:40-12:25 Novel writing
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 Archery
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free Time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Web Design
9:30 Lights Out
“Hi, I’m Cat,” Cat said, grinning. “I’m in Spector House, and I like writing, which sort of explains why I’m in this class huh?”
Mira opened her eyes, and, for a minute, tried to remember where she was. Oh, yes. Muse Academy. It was the first day of classes. She gasped. “I didn’t set my alarm,” she moaned. But, no sooner than she had thought that, a medley of sounds met her ears.
beepbeepbeepbeep
CLANG CLANG CLANG
Have a pie, have a pie….
She jumped as several alarms went off at once. Even if she never remembered to set her alarm, she was guarenteed to wake up at seven, either from everyone else’s alarms, or the groaning that followed as people got up and tried to wake up. Smiling in spite of herself, she climbed down the ladder of the top bunk of the bunk beds.
((I can’t leave it here… I’m going to introduce another character. Vivian, a second year student, is in Mira’s pie throwing class, and has promised to help her with music study, which she took last year.))
*yawn*”Hi Mira,” Vivian said as Mira walked toward breakfast. “Are you ready for your first day?”
“Yeah, if I ever find my classes,” Mira replied.
“No problem, I can help you with th-” Vivian started to say, but was interrupted as a pie hurtled toward them. “DUCK!” she shrieked, dropping to the ground.
“Wha- *splat*” “Oh, man,” Mira said, wiping pie off her face.
“Um, don’t worry. There are showers upstairs that you can use,” Vivian said, trying to suppress a laugh. “Sorry, but that’s happened to me too. If you get your cape washed right away it probably won’t stain. But it still might be a good idea to wear anything…expensive…until all this pieing stops. Or at least pauses.”
“Right, thanks,”Mira said, turning around back the way she came. “I’ll meet you for breakfast in a few minutes.”
Vivian watched Mira leave, then turned around. “All right, who threw that?” she shouted.
((I don’t want to add another character, so if someone wants to be Vivian’s friend (the one who pied Mira) they can answer Vivian’s question. If nobody wants to add another character either, that’s fine, Vivian just won’t know who threw the pie.))
220- Wait… Cat was in the second period novel writing class, no?
Kai entered the light filled art room just behind a group of Spector House boys. There were examples of art from many different time periods hanging on the walls. The teacher, a tall, redheaded woman with a violet streak in her hair welcomed them in.
Taking a seat, she looked around for anybody she knew.
“Just Great.” I said. the Cooker is not working. AT ALL.
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Elfish is Fun! but I have about ten pages of homework
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Cem is tough!
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Breck! I got my Elfish homework Done!
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“My Name is TMFA, I am a Coontiz, and I hope that this class will help with this year’s NaNo.”
222- Apparently she was. After doing homework for 5 hours straight, I got confused.
The people in Novel Writing 10:50-11:35:
Raven, Cinamoon, Beavo, TMFA, anybody else who I missed.
((221-that alarm melody was really funny. it made me laugh, thanks))
Unsurprisingly, only few people were taking kizombie((zamgrh)) and while it meant less friends in the class, it meant more individual attention. The class began with the basics. I had only heard kizombie once or twice in my life and really wasn’t expecting the teacher to begin talking in it. As most people can probably guess, my class was very confusing. I was a little sleepy from food and not moving around a lot. At least the classrooms were comfortable. Not at all like gimanator’s old school with desks. No, a comfortable room with beanie bags and meditation pads for seats, this made his old school look horrible. He shook it off, he didn’t want to think about about old school. A moment later his thoughts were cut off without his consent.
“Harra craz, tada wah warrh bah rarnang hra nah nangrahg garrad zamgrh. Daz anabada nah anah zamgrh aradah?”
A student rose his hand.
“Ah anah mah a raddah.”
This would be an interesting class. This would also be way too much fun.
((Okay, I was reading over this thread and I realized something. This is really chaotic. Especially the schedules. People just picked whatever they wanted to do. This means that there are several classes where there appears to be only one person in the class. And then there’s the problem of the Novel Writing class. There’s two sections of it, yet there is only a teacher for one of the sections. I’m not trying to criticize anybody, but this seems to be really freeform, and a little bit messy…
Anybody agree? Disagree?))
((agrree))
(((227- I agree. We need to make some sort of spreadsheet-type thing showing who teaches what, in what period, etc.)))
l posted my sign.
“Attention, Neophytes! Would you like to learn how to shoot lightning from your hands? Throw fire? Freeze things? Then report to the spare room near Spector house for tryouts for the guild of Almost-Mages!”
“Almost-Mages? Hm?”
“Hey, neat.”
((Ag, hah hag hra ztrang ad!a))
((woah, really fast moderation…))
Hi, gim! You’re needed at the Classic Pie War thread.
(((All right, fine, I’m here to post something for Opal AGAIN. But I’m not bothering to change my name. Just know that Stardust is NOT my character. The italics means that this was pre-written by the charming sister (that was sarcasm, Opal).)))
Stardust smiled nervously as she walked into Art class and fiddled nervously with the key chain around her wrist. This was her first day at Muse Academy, but she felt like she fit right in! So as not to draw attention to herself, she took a small key from the chain and turned off her pie watch. The classroom was spacious and there was a fire crackling merrily at the back of the room. She entered and took a seat at the back of the room (near the fire so as to keep warm) and began taking out her supplies. A pad of paper, markers, crayons, pens, pencils, etc. She looked up just in time to see the teacher putting a large slide of a hurdy-gurdy on the overhead. The teacher looked and smiled warmly at them. “Today we’re going to learn how to draw a hurdy-gurdy,” the teacher said. After many tries, Stardust finally was adding color to her hurdy-gurdy when the teacher announced that class was dismissed. She began shoving all her supplies into a HPB backpack and checked her pie watch only to see that she had five minutes to get to pie-throwing class. She reached into her bag and pulled out a long dark blue lab coat, fixed it on over her clothes, and rushed off down the hall. Ninety minutes later, she was in her dorm sitting cross-legged on her handmade HPB quilt with her sparkly pink laptop on her lap. On the screen, a Photoshop window was up, and she was fashioning a pic of an angel HPB. Stardust looked up from her computer just long enough to note that free time was almost over and she had to get to the gym pronto or risk being late!
(((Dear lord, why did I just agree to post that? My fingers hurt.)))
235-I know, I went there…
(((Opal says: Please tell them not to avoid me! Please! Tell them I’m trying to make FRIENDS! (This is after I informed her that if she covered the dorm in HPBs most people would avoid her.))))
((227, 229 – Yeah. The problem is not only the schedules, but also the fact that MA is a big place with lots of little conversations going on at the same time. The game really needs its own site or something.))
((How about limiting the setting in some way? It would be simpler to focus on characters in one house, but you probably don’t want to do that. What if you were to narrow the setting? Make all the interactions take place in places open to all students, like the cafeteria, or the library? Characters could talk about things that happened elsewhere. I’m not sure it would solve all the problems, but it might help.))
((you made a duplicate post. But I like that idea.))
((214- Cinnamoon’s a third year. But I imagine that classes at MA aren’t limited by age.
240- That would probably work best.
Beavo, I’m sorry that you and MF are the only people I interact with, but you’re also the only other Bakers. I’d guess that we’re probably good friends by now, because we’ve been in the same house for two years.))
Dinner time finally came. Cinnamoon walked across the dinning hall towards the Baker table. Spotting Beavo chatting to Midnight Fiddler she plopped down next to them, trying not to spill her tomato soup. Obviously, she didn’t succeed.
“Noooooooooo! I’ve got tomato all over my top! That’s never going to come out!”
“Tom-aw-to,” Beavo corrected automatically.
“I said tom-ay-to, and that’s what I meant!”
“Sorry.”
“What are you going to do about that white top that now has red all over it?” Midnight Fiddler asked.
“I guess I’ll just embroider a border around it, and maybe add some applique, and make it look like it was meant to be there. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do it so early in the year though.” Beavo turned to Midnight Fiddler, who was looking confused.
“She spills so much stuff on her clothes…”
“The Textiles teachers know that whenever I walk into their room I have an item of clothing to ‘customise’. You should see that T-shirt from last year… It started off as yellow.”
The day had been fun, and the dinner was even better. Kai sat down next to Baylee and Althea in the cafeteria.
“So, how was your day?” asked Baylee
“Most Excellent! In Archery, I hit the target twice! And it sure is nice to feel a camera in my hands again. Film, not digital, y’know?” Kai answered
“Whatever floats your boat. Hey, did you see that strange
flyer about the ‘Guid for Almost-Mages’ or something like that?”
“Yeah, I wonder what it’s all about? Maybe it’s to learn to do magic tricks. I like that.”
((So yeah…we should find some way to have everybody interact with each other as one big school instead of lots of little groups))
((Here, not posting yet))
((Damn, this is impossible to keep up with… *concentrates*
242-‘Greed, I was thinking the same thing, there’s hardly anyone else to be friends with in Baker, other than Michael and MF. And Michael is still me.
Yellow? GSH.))
“Yellow?”
Beavo flinched. “And it turned out looking like a smashed eggplant, if I remember correctly.”
Cinnamoon nodded. “You sure do.”
“I’d rather I didn’t.”
Beavo reached to his left for a fork, and knocked over his glass of milk. Luckily, he knocked it over on the empty bench next to him.
“We’re all being slobs today, eh?”, he said cheerily, and grabbed a napkin. Nothing was going to spoil his “first” day back at Muse Academy.
When he swiveled around on the bench to wipe up the mess, he found the bench clean.
“What–?”
“I wanted to sit there. Did you mind?”
Beavo looked up, and was startled by the appearance of the Neophyte that shared his room, Michael.
“Uh, no problem. Yeah, you can sit there.”
Michael’s mouth twitched into what was almost a grin, and then he sat down. By the time Beavo had a good look at his face, the almost-grin was gone.
I slowly trudged to the library. After confusion and pieing and writing and tactics, it would be good fun. It was nice to have a place where you could meet other MBers after their hectic days. Perhaps I could stage a mock pie war against someone…
Hmm… l saw many people looking quizzically at my flyers.
You know, blog will get really confusing with all these points flying around. I think there should just be piepoints, spdzk points, and KAG points.
Why does Kagy get a point?
*pouts*
((If you meet in the library, you’ll have to be quiet, of course. But with so many people studying sign language, that shouldn’t be a problem.))
((Great, this is finally slowing down.))
Cinnamoon looked quizically at the newcomer.
“Hi, I’m Cinnamoon. Are you new?”
“Yeh.”
“Nice to meet you,” turning back to Beavo and MF she continued, “so, did you see those flyers?”
“The ones about the guild for almost-pages?”
“Mages. Are you planning to go?”
“Maybe. You?”
“No way! There is no way you’d get me into those meetings. Mmm, this soup is nice.”
249-I just made a gimP because I didn’t have anything else to give…can I keep it? I only have one, and C++D has it. It’s more of a symbol of respect…
((I made up TMFA points, but they each = 100 Pie Points))
Cat trudged to the library, since she wanted to use her silver and blue laptop to look something up for her Photography homework. When she arrived she saw several other students there, although not none that she really recognized. “Hey guys,” she said. “What’s up?”
“Homework. it’s fun, but so hard.” I said, while going to Museacademy. net and finding the home work.
Beavo laughed. “Heh, you couldn’t STOP me from going to an Almost-Mage meeting.”
((WHAT IS AN ALMOST-MAGE *is dumb*))
((Who wants to join? Anyone who wants to can be admitted. l’ve planned everything. Meet in the library.))
((speaking as someone who already knows a little…I’m already there…))
((Anyone who wants to join can. You’ll be the ones who pass the tryouts))
l wathced the succesful shuffle into their seats, and l began talking.
“Welcome, prospective almost-mages. Almost-magic is the art of using real life things to create magic abilities. There are two general categories of magic, dark and light.”
“We will begin with light magic. Light magic includes white magic, or healing, green magic, or shielding, yellow magic, or light summoning, and pink magic, or pleasentmancy.
“We will then progress to dark magic. Dark magic includes black magic, dealing with fire and lightning, purple magic, or space/time magic, orange magic, or dark summoning, blue magic, or mimicry, and grey magic, or geomancy.”
“Today, we’ll focus on white magic. The basic white magic technique is simple to learn, but difficult to master. Who here has a cut?”
A young boy raised his hand.
“Come on up. Now first, you chant something like this: l command this wound to heal!”
A flash of light; his cut was gone.
“Wondering how l did that? For the healing, an almost-mage always keeps a spray bottle filled with healing cream up their loose long-sleeved robes. Hold that hand near the wound. Then with the other, withdraw it into your sleeve and light one of these”
l held up a white rod.
“Flare sticks. They make a bright flash of light. Okay, practice session! l think l have some cuts here…”
The rest of the time was spent practicing white almost-magic.
((wow, it’s been a while.))
I glanced up at the Almost-Mage sign, debating. “What on earth is an Almost-Mage?” I wondered aloud, not really expecting an answer. “Of course,” I continued under my breath, “I’ll have to go now, if only to satisfy my curiosity…” I frowned. “On the other hand… I’ve never been big on these little club things… But it might be fun. This is Muse Academy, after-all.”
“Excuse me.” I whipped around. Of course, someone would have to hear me arguing with myself. Of course. He had the usual confused look on his face, which was framed by nondescript brown hair. His eyes were brown too. His outfit was completely navy blue, excepting, of course, the ever-present Muse Academy seal and a Lasley house badge. “Were you just… arguing with yourself?” He asked. I struggled to keep my face straight.
“Um… yes.” He laughed, not unkindly. “I do that, sometimes.”
“I see. Are you new?” I nodded. He grinned. “I’m Brian… I’m in my second year.”
“TNÖ,” I said. The barest hint of a smile passed over his face. “And don’t say it’s an odd name, I know that perfectly well, thank you very much.”
He held up his hands defensively. “Wasn’t going to. Are you going?” He nodded toward the Almost-Mage sign. I sighed.
“I suppose so. You?”
Brian shook his head. “I’m not a fan of mages, almost- or otherwise.”
I sat behind a bookshelf, listening to Ag speak. Etc. Etc. *sigh* oh well, he will do what he will. I pulled a remote controlled arm out of my always present backpack. I then attached a suction cup to it. “Agah, ag, rah rarrh hab hra ban gram.” I hurled the suction cup up to the roof silently.
((Huh? l figured you’d be there. What’d you say?))
((Sounds as if somebody is looking forward to about five months of dishwashing duty.))
((Who, me? or gim?))
((Fine. I’ll go to an Almost-Mage meeting. *me likes majjikk*))
well, that went well. I got the cut to mostly heal…
~~~
I strap on headphones and listen to a lecture.
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Muse is not about magic! Why then, pray tell, are we focusing on a magic club at the Muse Academy?!
Since the Pie War thread closed, I came scurrying over here to join and role-play someone at MA. But no! MA should not be another Hogwarts! If you want another Hogwarts, then name this thread “Muse-Academy-version-of-Hogwarts RPG”!
*calms down*
Okay. Outburst over.
I read through some of the old posts. Not everyone seems to want to be an Almost-Mage. Can we possibly focus more on Muse related topics, and have a different thread for magical studies? (no, this is not an official request for another thread)
I was so looking forward to joining this thread. But not when it’s seemingly focused on none Muse related things at a Muse Academy.
((268-yeah, I gave up on being a mage. I’m just enjoying myself for now…hee hee hee. *laughs to self* You could change that yourself. Make another muse related meeting so people come. Build in anticipation!))
I pulled a few levers on the controller that lowered the hand down on a near thread near the base. I then reached into a container to pull out an already near mashed pie. Taping a tape recorder with a prerecorded message, and a smoke bomb to go off on impact on the pie, I pulled a few more lever and pushed a few more buttons, the hand opened and closed when I placed the pie in it. With a few more jerks on the controls, the arm moved into a throwing position. I pushed the final button. The hand jerked forward, and with a splat, bang, and devilish sounding giggles, I knew the trap had hit it’s mark. The smoke rising was proof. Now all that was left was to suppress my own laughter. Then to see how the students reacted to Ag being hit by the ‘Angry God’s Pie’. Perhaps people don’t want to tinker with magic, Ag.
((268- We’re not, really… it’s just what happens to be going on at the present time. And as to it relating to Muse… I ask you, how does Koko carry around all those pies and his flute? For that matter, how does he obtain said pies? How does Pwt carry around that net he always seems to have whenever Crraw is around? And how does Urania manage to keep her hair immaculate even in the face of Koko’s pies?))
Almost-Magic, it seems, is not real magic at all, but rather a collection of clever tricks, and, possibly, a collection of obscure technologies designed to vaguely resemble magic. I smiled. Smoke and mirrors, as far as I am concerned, are always more fun than actual magic.
The Almost-Magic session came to a close. I wandered around the library rather aimlessly for a while, then flopped into a conveniently located armchair. I hadn’t given my schedule more than a fleeting glance or three since I woke up this morning and I had decided to commit it to memory so I wouldn’t have to keep taking it out of my pocket.
((sorry it’s so late in coming))
7:00 Wake-up bell
7:30-7:50 Breakfast
8:00-8:45 Art
8:50-9:35 Novel writing
9:40-10:25 Drama
10:30-10:45 Free time
10:50-11:35 Play writing
11:40-12:25 Pie Throwing
12:30-1:15 Lunch
1:20-2:05 History
2:10-2:55 Fencing
3:00-6:30 Free time
6:45-7:30 Dinner
7:35-9:25 Free time
9:30 Lights out
Weekend Schedule
7:30-9:30 Breakfast (no wake up bell)
9:30-12:30 Free time/Optional Religious Services on Sundays
12:30-2:00 Lunch
2:00- 3:00 House Meeting
3:00- 5:00 House Activity
5:00- 7:30 Free Time
7:30- 9:00 Dinner
9:30- Lights Out
((268- You missed the point. The almost mages don’t actually perform magic. The idea is that it’s kinda like a self defense class. We use lights and holograms and stuff.
l should probably have mentioned that l was in my white mage costume.))
l wiped pie off of myself.
“Now would have been a good time to have demonstrated shielding. Oh well. Don’t think l don’t see you, Gim. lt’s okay guys, we’re pals.”
“Anyway, some of you were probably wondering why l’m wearing this.”
l pointed to my white hoodie robes.
“lt’s because it’s made just for white magic. l wear different robes depending on what kinda of magic l want to advocate. lnside the right sleeve is a spray bottle full of healing creme. In the left, a flare stick. More are in my pockets. Different robes are used for different almost-magic.”
(((Later session)))
“Today, we’re going to work on green magic.”
l showed them my green shirt and pants, with a small hood.
“Someone try to pie me.”
An eager kid did.
l pressed a button in my sleeve, and seemed to deflect the pie with a small green oval forcefield.
“Shielding. Unless they’ve studied almost-magic, the offender might think that you can form shields from your hands, and never bother you again.”
“In reality, l’m setting off the hologram of the shield from my sleeves, and using an advanced blocking technique.”
l whipped out a pie.
“You there, try blocking this. Shove your palms against the outer rim of the tin.”
The girl took the momentum out of the pie, put there was some splattering.
“That’s okay, it takes practice. l have some pies here. Partner up and try this. Once you’re ready, you can try with the hologram. l have some spare robes”
I got they pie blocked for five seconds!
I had been noticed. Oh well. All went as almost-expected in the almost-mage class.
((272- What?
Guys, l just want to have a little club for fun. Why screw it up? Make some more clubs.
Oh, and l probably should have put the following at the beggining:))
“There is no such thing as magic. At your ages, l hope you know that. However, magic is basically science without an explanation. In this class, you will do things that seem so impossible that they seem magic, but to you they will only be science.”
Kai thought almost-magic club had been interesting, and was taking pictures all the while. The Photography teacher would love the action shots of pie deflecting.
When Cinnamoon arrived in the library, around seven, Beavo was there. She glanced around and saw MF sitting on a comfy chair in the corner, reading a book on tallships.
Beavo was bent over something, writing furiously.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Homework! Remember that project last year?”
“What, the one from web design?”
“Yeah. The one over the summer.”
“That was three months ago!”
“I know.”
“Anyway, what about it?” Beavo just pointed. “No way. That’s the project?”
“Yep.”
“When did you start it?” Beavo peered at his watch.
“About half an hour ago.”
“But we had the whole summer to do it. Three months!”
“I know.” Cinnamoon shook her head.
“She’s going to kill you!”
“I know. Don’t you have any homework?”
“Yeah, I had piles.”
“So where is it?”
“I’ve already finished.”
“What? Already? When did you start?”
“I came to the library at quarter past three, and it was done by five.” Now it was Beavo’s turn to shake his head.
272- we were blocking pies, right?
I’m almost ready to give this up….
(278) After straightening up after the last lab of the day, I walk down the long corridor leading toward the faculty offices. It’s deserted except for one student, the girl who calls herself La Mort. She is leaning against a wall, looking dejected. I stop. “Good afternoon, Miss, er, Mort,” I say. “Is everything all right?
“I can’t keep up with everything. Muse Academy is amazing, but I just don’t have enough time. I’m trying to do too much, and it’s not going well.”
((Story of my life…))
(280) “That’s unfortunate, but at least you understand what the problem is. Accurate diagnosis is a huge step toward finding a solution. Have you tried anything yet?”
“Welcome to session 3, pink magic. This is a fairly simple lesson. See this? lt’s called a hologram projecter. This specific kind is sewn to one’s pink mage robes, like the ones l wear.”
l displayed my loose-sleeved pants and shirt.
“Watch this.”
l hit the button, and pink flowers engulfed my audience.
“For pleasing effect, l also keep a bottle of perfume here. Observe.”
l shined the flowers and sprayed the perfume.
“Pleasant, eh? lf someone’s after you, lt’s a good way to lose them. Okay, partner up and practice.”
((Hey! A GAPA! Hello, Mr. Coontz.))
I walked back through the hall. Mr.Coontz, my house’s GAPA talking to Raven Mort. I lifted up a hand in greeting as I passed by.
(280, 284) Another Coontz House resident, Gimanator, strolls past and waves. I smile and nod, and he walks on. My heart goes out to La Mort. At Muse Academy, we try to keep needless stress to a minimum. Early morning classes are optional, homework assignments are carefully chosen, and we discourage students from overcommitting themselves — but there’s only so much we can do. They’re so interested in everything, so driven to excel, so hard on themselves. Maybe we need to add lessons in relaxation to the curriculum.
“Here,” I say, pulling a small writing pad and a pen out of two different pockets. “Take this to the school dispensary, and then follow the instructions.” I write:
Rx: 100 grams medicinal chocolate, dark. Take as needed during a walk of at least one half-hour’s duration, in peace, quiet, and fresh air. –Robert J. Coontz, GAPA
“Let me know if this helps,” I say, handing her the paper. “And please feel free to talk to me or any other staff member anytime you are feeling overwhelmed. Muse Academy is many things to many people, but we certainly don’t want it to be an ordeal.”
As I continue on down the hall, a line of Hopkins comes into my mind: It is the blight man was born for. Only too true, I fear. Still, our students have great inner resources. I’m confident that she will be all right.
((285-It’s good to have a GAPA there for the students of MA))
On the way to the darkroom, Kai waved to Mr. Coontz as he walked by.
As she developed the pictures, something jumped out at her. Kai got a magnifying glass and looked the picture over. Yes, the camera had definitely captured somebody peeking in through the window.
((I was thinking that this RPG might work better for short vignettes than for an extended plot, but apparently KaiYves has something in mind. *watches with interest*))
((Meanwhile…))
In my office, I’m scrolling through my e-mail when I hear a knock on the open door. “Good morrow, old fruit,” a voice says. “How fares every little thing?” I look up to see Paul Baker, wearing an outfit that, to my inexpert eye, appears to be early Visigoth — nothing unusual for Paul, in other words.
“Oh, the weather and the season are taking a toll on the students, but on the whole I can’t complain. What can I do for you?”
“Well, the fact is–” He frowns, momentarily serious. “I’ve heard scuttlebutt to the effect that some of your young eponyms have been experimenting with force fields. Know anything about it?”
I nod. “Nothing that worries me, so far.” Paul, Rebecca, Rosanne, and I occasionally discuss whether it’s wise for school regulations to allow students possession of nonexistent technologies. We’ve always rejected a ban, but the subject keeps coming up.
“Pity that these eruptions always seem to emanate from Coontz House.”
“Not always,” I reply pointedly.
Paul reddens. “Ah, yes. The trebuchet-and-bunny incident. Regrettable, that.” He glances down at his leggings, momentarily abashed. “Still, you might want to keep an eye out. It wouldn’t be very sporting if some of your lot were suddenly to start rendering themselves pie-proof.”
“True. Sometimes–” I break off the sentence, then start over. “I know that the four-house system is a hallowed tradition in your part of the world. Still, sometimes I can’t help wondering whether we should have added that extra one we discussed when we were planning this place.”
“What’s done is done, but mayhap thou speakest aright,” he says with a wistful shrug. “Maybe we should have gone ahead and built Sparklypoo.”
Cat sat in her room, bored out of her mind, turning some pages in her Geometry book. Everyone else was out doing something, but for some strange reason she couldn’t think of anything at all. Very unusual, indeed.
Siting in my dorm, I write a note to Robert.
Rob,
The Radio Cooker seems safe, why do you worry?
TMFA
Michael left Algebra I with the feeling that he had chosen the wrong class. It wasn’t that Algebra was to hard, it was that it was too easy. Why had he suspected that Muse Academy would be like A. Jackson? He had been discouraged from being smart there, nobody had liked him because of his creative way of thinking. The slashes across his wrist proved that. But Muse Academy had the word “Muse” in it. He was disgusted with himself for being so narrow minded.
Easily, he found his way to the small courtyard that he had found on his first day. The water fountain trickled so peacefully, he could just lay down on the perfectly cut grass and go to sleep. Forget everything.
He wrenched open the white door that led to the courtyard, and closed it just as fast. Someone else was laying in his spot.
He stood on tiptoes and peeked through the tiny window on the door, crisscrossed with chicken wire.
Michael couldn’t see the face of the person, or most of the body, but he could definatly see the orange and blue hair from where he was.
The Drama teacher was laying in HIS spot.
Cat slammed her book shut with disgust. “This is Muse Academy!” she said, moaning. “Why can’t I think of anything to do?” She looked wistfully out the window, and then decided to stop wishing. Purposely, she strode outside, and then started up the hill to the garden she had found on her first day at MA, the one that was flourishing even though it was the middle of September.
Thoughtfully, she stroked the petal of an pink flower that looked like orange juice had been spilled on it.
“I wonder if anybody else ever comes here,” she thought aloud. “It’s so pretty!”
((288- Sparklypoo! *dissolves into uncontrollable laughter*))
I was just beginning to start attacking my History homework in a secluded flower garden I had stumbled upon a few minutes before when a voice I didn’t recognize reached my ears, asking whether anybody else came here, and stating that the garden was very pretty. Naturally I felt obliged to respond and sat up.
“I come here,” I said, “And yes, it’s very pretty.”
((my character’s name is agag, after the man of biblical fame. Research it!))
“Welcome to session four, yellow almost-magic. Today, we will use hologram projecters to ‘summon’ divine beings.”
l displayed my clothing. The suit for yellow magic was robes of yellow and light green, with a small pointed yellow hat.
“The hologram device inside this sleeve has three buttons. The first summons an angel.”
A female angel descended in a pillar of light.
“The second, a Buddha.”
A seated Buddha came down, again in a pillar of light.
“And my personal favorite…”
The third was the FSM.
“Practice session. Dry to get the gods to do different things by moving the projecter around. Come up with creative things in groups of 3 or 4, and present them to me.”
Nathalie was sitting in Coontz House doing her homework. Kai had just left to develop her photos, but Nathalie used a digital camera. This had been the best school day of her life. Who knew that school could be so interesting? All of the classes had been amazing. She opened up iPhoto and started sorting through the many pictures she had taken that day. The Icelandic landscape was beautiful, much more beautiful than the forest near her house, the place she most commonly photographed at home.
La Mort walked through one of the campus gardens, eating dark chocolate while she admired the plants. This was why she loved Muse Academy. At any other school, she would have been told to stop doing something that she enjoyed. Here, she was told to eat chocolate and take a peaceful walk. She started humming her favorite song, and then decided to make some friends.
“It’s always easier to make friends when you’re content.” she said to herself.
Agag needed a break. All l’d been doing was homework, class, almost-mages club, and a little nap during the time that everyone went to religious service.
l strolled through the gardens. l saw the normally grim student, La Mort, humming happily to herself.
“Good day. Life treating you better?”
I strolled out to the garden. I needed to relax and pull in some nature. A day of tricks deserves rest, and just to clear my mind of my old school.
((Let’s see how this works out for me…))
Oh, cute. A new batch of neophytes.
This is me. Faye Beauchamp. I’m technically the head grounds-keeper of the school. But the students have made me more than that. I’m a counselor. I’m a peer. I’m the official judge when it comes to spats during card games. At my office and home, both of which are the little cottage on the south campus, I give free advice and free hot chocolate.
I have basically one rule: Don’t trample the flowers. You can walk on the grass, you can climb the trees (but if you get hurt, s’not my fault) – heck, you can go up on the roof for all I care (again, not liable for injuries). But just don’t run on the flowers.
Today I was sitting underneath one of my trees, reveling in the peace of the shade, when I spied a student. Gimanator, I do believe name was. I waved at him. “I say, old chap, come have a sit beside me!”
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((Alright Gimanator, it’s you and me!
At the the garden sat …Mrs. Beauchamp I believe she was called. She was a favorite among other students as one of their own. I had never gotten a chance to really meet her, but know she called out to my to come sit by her. I walked over to her.
“Howdy, miss Beauchamp.” I said, sitting myself under the oak.
“You need anything?”
I sat beside Gimanator beneath the towering oak tree.
“Do I need anything? Yes, I need to get the roof of my cottage fixed, thanks for reminding me. Do I need anything from you? Not particularly. Company, I suppose. You had that Muser look on your face. It’s what everybody gets when they need a break from life, when they just need to be outside and feel alive, when they feel so lucky to be at the Academy, of all places, right where they wanted to be. Am I right?”
Gim nodded, a bemused smile starting upon his face. I continued.
“Of course I’m right. But enough about me. How’re things going? Still enjoying the Academy? Have you lot plotted a pie attack on the neophytes yet? Are you sick yet of your house mates?” I gave him a sarcastic grin on that last one. “And please, none of this ‘Miss Beauchamp’ stuff. Titles make everything sound too formal. And life is too beautiful to be formal. Please, call me Faye.”
“Well, thank you,” and then put the emphasis on, “Faye. I have been doing well. Of course I am enjoying the Academy, I’ve been here for a while now, although I think you already know.” Faye nodded herself, listening with her eyes closed. She took a large breath and sighed deeply in relief. “Anyhoo, I am enjoying my housemates’ company, and already let the noobs have it with a bit of pieing in my own style.” At the word noob, Faye twisted her face into a wince, so I said, decisively, “Neophyte.”
An awkward pause followed. Faye expected me to continue, while I wanted to stop. After another minute, I looked about and with a confused look on my face, said,”How are the flowers?”
((It’s good that it slowed down, but not this much! Who has drama other than me, I’m also the drama teacher.))
Cat suddenly sat up straight as she heard the sound of voices trickling in from another part of the garden. They were soft, and sounded sort of forced in a way. She softly walked over and crouched behind a tree so she could hear.
“-in my own style,” she heard, and then the conversation seemed to die away. Cat peered around the tree trunk, and caught sight of a boy and a woman sitting there on the grass. The boy (even though she could only see his back, as he was leaning up against the tree) seemed uncomfortable, and the woman kept looking at the flowers to her left rather protectively.
Atop the very oak tree that Gim and Faye were beneath, I planned my attack. I had climbed the tree using adhesive gecko pads, and had managed to bring up a large banana cream pie with me. Quietly chuckling, I threw the pie straight at Giminator’s head.
((305 – Wow, we’re all gathering by this tree, aren’t we? ))
Cat suddenly saw the boy – she thought his name was Gim – flinch, and in the next second a gooey, drippy pie was dripping down his shoulder. “Where did that come from?” she thought, glancing up towards the tree. Then she grinned.
“IBCF!” she whispered. “What’s up?”
306- “Haheehohehahahee! Oh, hello, Cat!”, I yelled down to her.
((306-it would seem we all gather at one place at one time in order to interact))
Blinking violently, I stiffly turned around. IBCF… I sighed, then turned to Faye who was wearing a laughing smile on her face. “Excuse me for a moment.”
I instantly pulled a plastic spoon out of my pack, and scooped up some filling dripping down my face. Within the second I had pulled back and launched the banana cream goop into IBCF’s face. Then I sat back down, wiping off some more goo.
“Uh-oh,” I said, frowning briefly, then smiling again. “There goes my cover.” I dashed off into the garden. I could hear IBCF yelling at me faintly to “come back and help, for the sake of Spector House!”, but I had other plans. Of course, they still involved Spector House’s success in pie throwing.
I ran into Spector House. “Guys!” I said loudly.
“What?” a few other people said, but a few simply ignored me.
“IBCF is being attacked by Gim from Coontz ((Correct me if I’m wrong)) house! We’ve got to fight back!”
Immediately, all of Spector House was in an uproar. “Let’s grab pies!” someone said. “And extra whipped cream!” said another.
Smiling, I led the way back to the meadow on the edge of the garden, where Gim and IBCF were apparently throwing whipped cream at each other.
((I just noticed that I switched from third person to first. Oh well.))
The battle had escalated to the point where I had my pack open behind a concrete shelf, and was throwing assorted pastry creations, and IBCF had spector house with him behind a few wooden benches hurling an assortment of ready pies. Crouching down behind the shelf, filling flew over my head. I had to call for reinforcements. I couldn’t think of anything to save me… but then I had an idea as a clanging pie crust tin bounced over the shelf not two centimeters from my face. I leaned over my pack and pulled out my laptop((wishful thinking… I want my own laptop…)) switching on to my mail. “Please be on, please be on… bingo.”
I began typing my message to Ag.((The time has come to test your allegiances, Ag))
((310 – I think that laptops should be provided when you’re at MA.
I’m not going to type right now. I’ll wait for Ag to respond to you first.))
A loud splat broke Rosanne’s concentration. She was sitting at the table in the Oak Grove treehouse reading through today’s stack of homework — the students’ proposed recipes for invisible pies. “Sounds like banana cream,” she thought.
Looking down toward the sound, she saw the expected pie remains. Thick yellow glop, fluffy white cream, and chunks of crust splashed across the trunk of the neighboring oak, about five feet up from the ground.
Cat crouched in the tree, with IBCF and a few other Spectors. A couple others had ran after Gim and Faye, but her group was planning something else.
Thwip!
Something fluffy and white landed on Beavo’s nose. Was that…whipped cream? He looked up to where it had come from, his eyes bulged in a state of horror, and he quickly moved to the side.
Two miliseconds later, a small mountain of banana cream ruins had formed where he had just been standing. Couldn’t he take a nice walk up to Faye’s place without getting involved in one of the Coontz/Spector (because that’s who it usually was) pie fights?
It’s not like he was actually taking a nice walk up to Faye’s place anyway. He needed advice. She was somewhat like a “school counsoler” when she wanted to be, and she was almost always there when people needed help. Except for the fact that she didn’t have huge bulging eyes and thick-rimmed glasses like the school counsoler’s always did.
Sighing, Beavo pulled his plastic inflatable toboggan out of his black backpack. It inflated from the size of his hand to taller than him in less than three seconds, and he was ready for his role as “neutral” in a pie fight. Rolling his eyes and zipping up his pack resolutly, he charged forward into the hurling pastery.
“Hold fire!” Cat yelled, and all of a sudden all of the Spectors in the tree stopped their pie throwing. “Who are you?” she said to the boy that had appeared in front of the tree carrying what appeared to be an inflatable toboggan. “You’re not a Spector, and you don’t really look like a Coontz either.”
“Whatever he is, he’ll certainly look better with a pie in the face!” I hurled a pie at the boy, but it harmlessly bounced off the inflated toboggan.
“Look like a Coontz? C’mon. I almost got into Coontz house once! Except for the fact that I hate math…” Beavo held up his toboggan defensively to the fourteen pies heading his way.
“I’m in Baker. The best house on EARTH!” Again, he sheilded himself with the toboggan. “And if you dont MIND, I’d like to get to Faye’s place. I needa talk to her.”
Faye appeared, seemingly in the process of covering heself in plastic wrap. “You need me?”
“Yeah,” said Beavo, temporarily lowering his toboggan. Which was a mistake, because…
SPLAT!!!
“Ugh. Peoples! I’m trying to stay out of this!” Beavo turned to his pier. “I will SO get you back. When I’m done.”
He turned and marched into Faye’s house. Faye looked a bit confused.
“Hey! Wait! Hold on!” She ran after him.
“Please be here, please be here!” Kai said to herself as she hurried into the dorm. Nathalie WAS inside, doing homework.
“I have to show you something. I took these pictures at the last Almost-Magic club meeting. I think somebody was spying on us.”
She handed Nathalie the pictures.
“Hey, that DOES look like a person! And too tall for a student, also. But who would be spying on us?” Nathalie asked
“I don’t know. The figure in the window doesn’t show up in the next picture of the window, which I took five minutes later, so they must have moved. And they were too far away from the camera for any detail to be seen.” Kai said
“Do you think we should go check it out over there? I’m almost done with my homework.”
“Okay. I always liked mystery stories.” Kai said “But this one is real.” She thought.
I responded:
“l’m a Lasley, Gim, but l want to fight in this. l’ll be on your side for now.”
l hurried to where he was, pies in hand.
“We seem to be at a disadvantage. Let’s shake things up a bit.”
A quick fumbling, then l arose.
“Students of Specter house, behold!!”
A HPB dragon Soared overhead.
((Does anybody else realize that we got 320 posts in 10 days? Cool!))
“Great,” I said to IBCF, ducking under yet another thrown pie. “Coontz seems to have reinforcements, and there’s at least one Lasley out there too. And then there’s that Baker kid with the raft whose name I still don’t know. Although he doesn’t appear to be doing much. Anyways, maybe we should retreat and come up with some revenge plot later.”
The Spector students looked up in horror. I froze with fear at the pink thing that was swiftly approaching the oak tree. It came closer and closer… Desperately, I hurled a spike pie at it.
_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_
\____:twisted:____/
I run out side after seeing the HPB Dragon. with a pie heading thru it.
“Agag, you Twit! Never use a hologram in a pie war!”
I sigh. I Run back to the Doors, and Grab my pie Gun.
“O.k.!” I say as I get back outside. “Let’s Attack the Specters!”
322- ((No, no, no! Pies! No pie weapons! This is not the recent pie wars!))
l cringed. The had discovered my secret.
However…
l whistled for my falcon. When he came, l cast a small hologram on him, and sent him flying.
((I don’t mean to spoil anyone’s fun, but does all this science-fictional technology that MA students have developed strike anyone as a wee bit Mary-Sue-ish? Just curious.))
324-((Mary Sue-ish?))
((*Researches*
Oh. Well, that was kinda killjoy-ish.
But isn’t Muse academy for the smartest kids in the world?))
((323- it’s not a wepon. it’s a thing that bakes pies))
Ah. The first pie skirmish of the year. Lovely.
I had been sitting next to the first target when a pie came hurtling down from the tree above us. I immediately pulled out one of my many inventions – a pie shield generator. I made it after I was caught in the first cross-fire of a pie skirmish, years ago. It’s a little box I place on my head. The box shoots out sheets of plastic wrap, to act as a shield. Don’t get me wrong, I like pie wars and such, but I’ve seen to many to really, really, really enjoy them.
As soon as I was covered by my “sheild”, I began to head for cover. However, I was called for by a boy – Beavo, of the Baker House. He apparently needed my advice. Beavo was attempting to use a toboggan as a shield, but of course, that didn’t work.
I laughed at his pie-covered state and suddenly ducked, having sensed a pie aimed at my head. Beavo, meanwhile, purposefully strode towards my house. My grin slipped a notch. This must be important if he, a student, would not stay for a pie fight. “Hey! Wait! Hold on!” I called as I ran after him.
He met me at the door, bouncing impatiently on his toes. “Hold your horses,” I muttered. I first placed him underneath my plastic wrap, as the pies were beginning to stray closer and closer to us. I next pulled out an old fashined key and opened the door. “In you go,” I said to him. Beavo gratefully stepped inside, as did I, neatly sidestepping a that landed on my front doorstep.
“Clean yourself up, and I’ll make some hot coco.” I pointed him to my bathroom and set some water on to boil.
“Finally, they’re having a pie fight,” thought Rosanne. The students of Muse Academy hadn’t had as much as a skirmish since the midnight minced pie battle of New Year’s eve.
Granted, the back-to-back set of blizzards hadn’t really inspired outdoor activities. (And indoor pie fights were against the rules.) But this unseasonably warm day had melted all the snow. And Rosanne had baked a kitchen full of banana cream pies yesterday afternoon. She had known it would warm up the next day and a pie fight would be the natural outcome.
She slid the homework assignments into a folder, set it on her desk in the treehouse and shouted, “Save some pie for me!” as she started down the ladder.
She noticed the strange ship docked in the harbor as her foot hit the first rung down.
((What ship?))
((TMFA, I don’t know what the strange ship’s doing in the Muse Academy harbor either. It just showed up! I hope it becomes clear as the RPG unfolds.
Of course the MA pie-rate ship is in the harbor as well. But this is a different ship.))
I was running to arm Rosanne with a cherry pie when I noticed the strange ship. “Who is that?”, I asked. She had no idea. As the pie fight raged on, I jogged down the beach to investigate.
((can’t post today on my adventures of being the pie wars hero… I’ll post later. don’t get too far ahead.(as in tomorrow)))
((Is it too late for me to join this game? Also, can my character have a supernatural power?))
((It’s not too late. No supernatural powers, please; this isn’t Hogwarts, or Sparklypoo.))
((Well, can I have a special talent? Like speed, acrobatics, fencing, disguise, trapping people, or anything like that?))
((Being talented is fine, but I’d draw the line at being superhuman.))
336- ((Pshaw. That’s stuff many people can do here at MA.))
((As a reader of this thread, I’m mainly interested in seeing how you experience the school and interact with one another. Demonstrating how wonderful your characters are is less important to me. But I don’t know — others might disagree. I’m happy to hear other opinions.))
((so, can I, for instance, do a backflip onto the roof of an ajacent building? or does that go too far? Can I be really good at blending in with my surroundings? Can I have a device that makes me good at it? Also, do the muses of kokonino kounty have any place at this academy?.))
((I think all that is for other MBers to decide. RPGers: opinions, please.))
((Aw, forget it. I don’t really care. I think what you said in comment 339 was right. I can’t wait to start playing.))
VAXiDXVII – ((Here’s my take on this:
I see the Muse Academy as just being a place where all the MBers happen to go to school. The only way we are special is in that we are allowed to have pie wars and that one of our classes is pie war tactics (not to mention that we have a superb garden of unusual flowers). That’s it. I personally say no backflips on to roofs or anything else along those lines. No superhero powers.
I do say, though, that you can be fairly good at blending in with your surroundings. You need a good, practical reason though. Maybe you want to be a spy extraordinaire when you grow up. Maybe you’re good at fitting in with people. Maybe your physiognomy just happens to be fairly inconspicuous, so that people don’t notice you. But you can’t have supernatural chameleon/invisibility powers. No.
I think this entire thing should be as realistic as possible. Even with the magic club we had shortly at Muse Academy, their “magic†was mostly holograms. I, the groundskeeper of MA, created a device that will shelter me in plastic wrap in order to avoid being dirtied by flying pies. So any technology you create shouldn’t be… too extraordinary, if you will understand what I mean.
Other than that, feel free to join us! Please try to read through most of the past posts, so that you have an idea as to what the story is. Note that this is my personal opinion – I’m not the rule maker here, we all are.))
((Oh wait, I didn’t see post 342 when I wrote my last one… never mind my above rant. *heart*))
((339-yes, I agree with you.))
Ag had joined me and began to use his holograms as a distraction. Pretty soon TMFA and some other coontzers had joined us, but the spectors had Rosanne with them. I had the distraction. Now was the time to strike. I pulled out the robotic I had been using, a styrofoam miniature plane, and a few leftover pie balloons.
I first pulled of the radio antenna and the motor of the arm, and connected it with some string to the plane. I strapped the hand on the bottom with some duct tape. I placed some pie balloons into the hand, and spun the propeller counter-clockwise while pulling out the remote control.
Within no time I had hurled the plane above the opposing hideout, and was steering it about at the ready with both hands. When I was positive I was directly above the spectors, I let the hand drop it’s payload. I then steered the plane back to my hideout to reload.
Before the plane reached my hand, a well aimed pie, of perhaps a misfire clanged into my contraption. I was barely able to catch it. They had begun aiming at my plane. I would need to steer it with more precision.
((344-oh well. I think it sounds reasonable.))
((Try to keep this from turning into Pie Wars by another name. Friendly pie fights are MA’s equivalent of Ultimate Frisbee*, and we GAPAs will pretend not to notice a certain level of extracurricular hijinks — particularly if they’re clever. But serious breaches of discipline that interfere with the school’s mission are another matter.))
((*That’s why each building at the Academy has emergency shower rooms and laundry/locker rooms near at least one entrance.))
I set the pie gun to Fast, and Grab the pies as they come out.
((326-NO. Absolutly not. Muse Academy isn’t for the “smartest kids in the world”. I’d never be able to get in. Granted, we’re smart, but not the smartest.))
((343 – I agree with everything you said.
347 – Yeah…let’s try and switch the plot around a little bit.))
“Stop throwing pies!” I yelled, and everyone was so shocked that they actually listened to me. Incredible. “There’s a ship at the harbor!”
“So?” someone said. “There’s always a ship there. Our pie-rate ship.”
“I know that,” I said, slightly irritated. “I may be a Neophyte, but I’m not dumb.”
“Anyways!” I said in a slightly louder voice. “This ship is a different ship. It has blue and gold sails – I’ve never heard a ship like that, even in books. In my opinion, we should all go and check it out. In other words…I’m proposing a temporary truce between Spector and Coontz.”
“And Baker,” the boy with the raft chimed in.
“And don’t forget Lasley!” Ag said loudly.
“Fine,” I said. “Now, shall we go check it out?”
((A sailing ship? Wow. You don’t see many of them in the North Atlantic nowadays. Curiouser and curiouser.))
((351 – Yup.))
“sure.”
((What time of year is this taking place? Is at beginning of term in September, or right now? If it’s now, those sailors will be glad to see land. There were hurricane-force snowstorms off Iceland last week.))
“All right then!” I declared cheerfully. “Let’s go!”
((354 – I think it’s more like September/October-ish.))
((That’s good. It gives you the whole academic year to work with.))
((356 – Yup.
And besides, who said there were even sailors on that ship? :spooky:
Note to RPGers: I’m just being random. Let this comment in no way affect how you percieve this plot twist.))
((Oi! Beavo! Look at post 328! … did you need advice? Why did you need to see me?))
343- ((The club still exists.))
Kai and Nathalie searched for clues under the window. There weren’t any obvious signs that anyone had been around, except for a small, tin button that Nathalie found under a bush.
It said “Vote for Boo.” in dark blue against an orange background.
“Man, those colors clash. And who’s Boo?” Nathalie asked
“I don’t know, let’s look it up in the library.”
“Here we are… Boo is a name someone offered for a Tenth Muse- a Muse of Scary Stuff.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Hey, guys, did you see the ship in the harbor?” Baylee asked, hurrying by.
“No, we haven’t. But that sounds cool!”
” I think I can see something on the ship.” Says Vaxid VonUberwauld, a neophyte from Coontz house. “It looks like, a corpse. And there are more of them on other parts of the ship. What could have caused this? and how did the ship get to the harbor if everybody is dead? Why did it come here? I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m gonna go check it out!”
((Ummm…I may want to introduce a character here. 1) Am I allowed to do that, and 2) If so, what are the house characteristics?))
I Call to Vaxid VonUberwauld.
“You! Stay with your House!”
I rush with the rest to the ship. The figurehead looks a bit like a ghost. a yellow and black ghost. with “boo” on the name plate below it.
((Duh,Duh,Duh!
Jaws theme plays))
((has PC been posting recently? where is he?))
I crept silently ahead of the crowd with my pack on to observe the newcomer ship, leaving a trail of banana cream behind me. Blast. My cloak was soaked through. I had to go through the water to get to the boat. I pulled out some bubble wrap and some tape. As silently as a I could I molded the bubble wrap and taped it together in a dish. I slid the dish into the water, but as I did, I heard a voice shout, “Hey, did you guys hear something over here?”
Noticed. nuts. I had rowed myself with my hands around the ship before anyone could see me. That was close.
Nobody knew excactly where the ghost ship came from or what it contained. Only one way to find out. I slipped on the gecko gloves and leaped across the water. I sucessfully gripped the hull of the ship, then I began climbing.
363. “No Way! I’m checking this thing out!” Vaxid swims over to the ship and begins to climb up the side. He looks through a porthole “There are more corpses on the inside and…
Oh My Gods! It’s A Ghost!!! Wearing one of those campaign buttons! It says ‘vote for boo’ on it in orange and dark blue!” he moves out of the way of the porthole so the ghost dosent see him. “now, where did I put that portable pie? Ah, here it is!” he pulls out a very small pie dish and waves his hand over it. Suddenly, it grows to normal size and a custard pie appears inside it. “wait a minute!” someone else making his way to the ship shouts. “I don’t think a pie will work against a ghost.” “it’s all I’ve got!” vaxid shouts back. vaxid throws the pie at the ghost and it hits the back of its head. he takes the pie and begins to eat it. “I told you it wouldn’t work!” shouts vaxid’s climbing companion. “quiet” says Vaxid. “It, or boo, or whatever it is might hear you. For some reason, it didn’t seem to notice the pie untill it hit him. Like it just randomly fell on his head. We don’t want to blow our cover.” “You already have.” says a rasping voice coming from the ship.
((I’ll be the ghost for this post))
“My Name is Boo! Now You Will pay for what Larry Gonick Did when he Left ME OUT!”
Kai and Nathalie ran to the water’s edge at the harbor. They could see the ghost-figurehead of the mystery ship.
“Do you have the binoculars?” Nathalie asked
“Yeah.” Kai pulled them out and trained them on the deck. A blue and orange ghost was fighting Vaxid.
They ran over to a big,white cylinder like on ferries, and opened up the life raft.
“Good thing these aren’t the inflateable kind!” They stuck it in the water and started paddleing out.
“Uh, do we have any weapons or anything?” Nathalie asked
“I’ve got a rubber band, fifty cents, American, a hankie, a bag of marbles. Oh, and my Swiss Army Knife. What about you?”
“A book of matches, a stick of gum and two number two pencils.”
“Well, then, we’ll have to improvise.”
The ghost begins to throw silver pie dishes at Vaxid. He dodges a few but then gets hit on his left arm. The dish passes through him. Then his arm begins to hang limply at his side. “I can’t move my arm!” Vaxid shouts.Then Vaxid takes out a gold-colored pie dish and throws it. It collides with another one of the ghosts silver pie dishes in the air and they both dissapear. “Hi-Ya!” Vaxid shouts as he throws another gold dish. It hits the ghost and goes through him. “You can’t defeat me with tho-” starts the ghost. “Wait, were those real gold?” he asks, sounding worried. “yup!” shouts Vaxid while throwing another dish. “AARRGH!” The ghost screams out of pain. “Help!” Vaxid shouts “I only have one more dish!” “Either you people make me the tenth muse, or the kid dies!” shouts the ghost, holding a silver dish to Vaxid’s throat. Vaxid throws his final gold dish at the ghost. It goes through the ghost but he doesn’t seem to feel any pain. “I’m invincible now! Admit it! Your’e afraid! I feed off your fear and I have become invincble from it! You are terrorized! I can tell!” “Wanna bet?” shouts Vaxid. He gives the ghost a final kick and plunges into the ocean. “Your friend is dead! Which of you shall be next?” “okay everyone, if you have anything gold, attack him with it!” someone shouts. “Who is that?” the ghost yells. “You really don’t remember. It’s me, Vaxid. I survived the fall, and I’m coming back, this time with reinforcements!” “Fool!” shouts the ghost “my army will destroy you!” Suddenly, all the corpses stand up and begin to throw silver pie dishes at the students.
((We hear stories like this all the time when students explain why they haven’t finished their homework. At Muse Academy, however, as often as not the stories are true.))
lgnoring the shouts of teachers, l ran and leapt into a boat where two girls were rowing towards the ship.
“Hello. If we’re going to fight that ghost, we’ll need weapons. Pass me the matches, please.”
It was hard to get a vaccum cleaner onto the ship, but somehow I managed, gripping the handle tightly as I climbed onboard. It was battery powered, erasing the need for a troublesome wire. I turned it up to full suction.
I dashed onto the ship behind IBCF, carrying another wireless vacuum cleaner. “This had better do the trick!” I yelled to him over the immense noise and chaos. “Because otherwise I think we’re ghost food!”
l leapt on deck, matches in hand.
((note: The following has a logical explanation that will come later.))
l took out a ball of fragile plastic with a clear liquid inside.
Almost magic isn’t all about holograms.
l prepared my fireball and hurled it at Boo’s feet. The plastic burst, and the flame quickly burned around the deck, weakening it. He would have to watch his step.
All the while, the generator in my sleeve had been running, rubbing two pieces of wool together. Ghosts cannot be touched by most things, but they do conduct electricity. When l got withing range, the statick shock hit the closest conducting thing other than me: Boo. That had to hurt.
The two students with vacuum cleaners were making there way towards Boo, but l had to stall him. He was approaching me quickly.
“Here’s the matches.” Kai said
They jumped on board and started shooting marbles and coins with a slingshot made from the rubber band stretched between the binocular tubes. It distracted the ghosts long enough for Cat and IBEF to corner them with the vacuum cleaners.
“Whee! Goodbye, ghosties!” Several ghosts were sucked in to the vaccum cleaners. Boo howled with rage.
Vaxid jumps back onto the ship. He runs up to Boo and slashes with the a gold knife at the same time as agagabagabag hits Boo with elctricity. Vaxid keeps slashing with his knife and the students with vacumes start to use them on boo. Boo begins to scream in fright. “It’s working! It’s working!” Vaxid shouts “We just need to keep this up. And keep him afraid. That seems to weaken him. We need a little more power. but the corpses throwing those weird energy-draining pie dishes are making it difficult for anyone else to help. but if anyone can, make sure you don’t show fear!”
“Let’s go for the big guy!” I called to IBCF and the others. “What was his name – Boo?”
I took the vaccum cleaner and charged and Boo. He screamed and slowly started getting sucking into my vaccum.
I somehow take out a vacuume from my pocket and begin to suck up Boo. he screams and screams. “Good, reinforcements!” I shout “We’ll need as many vacuumers as we can get! Boo’s starting to shrink!” “What will happen to the corpses and smaller ghosts?” someone shouts over the noise of vacuumes and screams. ” The ones who haven’t been sucked up or desintegrated with gold probably won’t be a problem! And remember not to show fear!” I shout back.” Come on everyone, we can do this!”
((and incase you haven’t noticed, I switched from third to first person!))
((380 – I did that too, about 100 posts ago, or something like that. It’s inevitable, I suppose.))
“Hold on everybody!” I yelled. “We’ve got to hold on, or else he’ll escape!”
((Vaxid: Okay, now l agree with Robert. You’re being really Mary-Sue-ish, and in only a short period of time. Let other people be heroes. You are a little, but more.
Also, you shouldn’t just miraculously have things like vacuums out of the blue.))
382- ((Yeah, sorry. I get carried away. I promise no more vacuumes out of the blue or overly heroic stuff. I just had an idea and wanted to follow it up.))
((382 – We brought them…Post 372 and on))
((384- He had one too.))
((385 – Oh yeah. Oh well.))
I slid onto the ship with my things only to end up right in front of another handful of MAers((haha MBers parody)). “Oh, ummm… hi. heh. What’s going on?” Each of the MAers was holding either a vacuum cleaner or a golden dining plate or knife. gold, huh. They all stared at me awkwardly. A long pause settled in as we stood there, unmoving.
Nothing could be heard but the soft hum of my generater, which reminded my that it was probably charged. l zapped Boo again.
“We’re trying to defeat this ghost-ish thing here,” I called to Gim, prodding Boo with the vacuum once more, as he recoiled in fear. “Mind helping us?”
382-((it was a really tiny vacuume and a really big pocket. I saw one once the size of a small book and that’s the one i’m picturing.)) “Meh, out of battery.” I say to myself and drop the tiny battery-powered vacuume cleaner and take out the knives again. “We have to make him show a lot of fear, I think.” I say to Gim. “gold and vacuumes work, and electricity”
Kai rubbed the hankie on her shirt, then threw it at the nearest ghost. It shrieked in pain from the static charge. Near the main mast, she saw the others cornering Boo. She stuck the pencils together with the bubble gum, making one thick object, and aimed the slingshot…
((You MA-ites had better find a way to exorcise these ghosts before your next classes, or your houses will lose points.))
((392- We’re trying!))
The pencil-and-bubble-gum-missle raced out of the slingshot, towards Boo. He turned just in time to see it and feel fear, which weakened him.
“Okay, I think we’re almost done! Boo is starting to shrink! We need one more exorcist.”
“I’ve got him!” I said, putting my vacuum cleaner to his ghostly head. All at once, Boo disappeared inside – gone. Everybody started to cheer, but the battle wasn’t completely done yet.
A sickening cackle cleared the air. My vacuum cleaner started to rattle, and yanked itself out of my hand to the deck below. Everyone drew back in fear, completely bewildered. Then the noise stopped, and everything was quiet.
We were motionless for a second, but then started cautiously poking about the ship. I still stood there, amazed, and then carefully picked up the vacuum cleaner. All at once, a raspy voice whispered right in my ear. “I’ll be back,” it hissed. “And next time, I will become a Muse. I’ll stop at nothing, just you wait.”
I recoiled, and swatted at my ear as though an insect had just been there.
“What’s wrong, Cat?” IBCF asked.
“Didn’t you hear it?” I gasped.
“Hear what?” someone said, and the rest of the group chorused that as well.
Apparently, nobody else had heard that creepy voice.
“Of course, typical villany. The villain is defeated, but tells a hero that they’ll be back in a voice only they could here. Pardon me for this.”
l picked up the vacuum, turned it on, and tossed it into the water.
“l killed a cliche and an Anti-Muse. l’ll reimburse you for the cleaner, of course. How much was it?
now what to do to the ship?
((Of course, having read Harry Potter, you know that “tell an adult” is not on the menu of possible options.))
((Of course not))
“Perhaps we should have ourselves a little adventure? l can have my falcon bring my clothes so l can use my other powers.”
((This is Muse Academy, Robert, the adults are going to be more awesomer than the “regular” adults, even if they’re not exactly “regular” because they happen to be Wizarding. Let’s just say that the MA adults are funner than everyone else.))
398- ((Well, I think we should. We didn’t do anything bad, so the worst that could happen is not being believed. And that’s not so bad.))
398-((There were a bunch of adults there acctually, not on the ship, but near it.)) “I think we should search the ship for anything useful, or dangerous. Boo might have put some sort of self-destruct device so he could still get revenge if he was defeated. I’ll do that, I’m good at that.”
about an hour later I come back to the deck with a notebook under my arm
and a grim expression. “These are Boo’s notes. Inventions, schemes, and other things like that. It says on one page: Operation MAH He was going to try to hold us hostage and use that to bribe Larry Gonick ((is that the cartoonit’s name?)) and make himself a muse. He had a couple of back-up plans. But theyre in some kind of other language. A few of my fellow Coontzes are good at deciphering languages. I’ll ask them if they can crack the code. I also think we should sink the ship.”
((Falcon? Powers? *needle on the GAPA’s Mary Sue meter swings into the danger zone*))
((New thread?))
((403- It’s okay to have McGyver skills like I did, right? That doesn’t count as a power, does it?))
((403- Tut, tut, Robert! Pay attention!
1. By powers, l am reffering to my almost-mage skills.
2. l have already introduced my falcon. l have amateur falconing skills.))
((I never said this was the first time the meter had gone off.))
((Are you questioning the humble-ness of almost-magic, good sir?))
((408-would I be allowed to, something sir?))((no I won’t. But I agree with Robert. I do agree. so there))
((409- You have a bias against me, so l’m going to ignore you.
408- You’re the only one complaining. lf it gets out of hand and MBers other than Gim mention anything, l’ll change.))
((New thread? New thread? New thread? New thread? New thread? New thread? x500000))
((You got it. Now go and use it wisely.))