#radicalevent2

[teddyhawkins-blog1]

“Can I offer you a nice sandwich in this trying time? We have turkey, we have bologna, a whopping three types of cheese-- you name it, we can probably make it.”

[verabazkin-blog]

assured [self-para]

Two nights a week, Vera liked to treat herself. Once her work had been done, she took a shower, used a homemade sugar scrub to exfoliate, and settled into her dormitory with a mud mask and a glass or two of Sangiovese. This time was often used for reflection, but this evening Vera’s luxuriant mood was impeded upon by the fact that she hadn’t received a lick of correspondence from her friends in days.

It was true that Olya had written to her a few times in early September, checking in and generally being her thoughtful self. But Vera’s last message, detailing Sergei’s atrocious behavior at the Conclave, had not been responded to. She tried not to dwell, but such things deserved quick response, and not getting one was an ominous note. Her face was scrubbed clean but her thoughts remained dangerously fixated on the situation at hand. Grom did his best to distract her as she sulked, meowing loudly for attention then rolling onto his back for her to stroke his tummy introspectively. The sirens wailed into the night and Vera found that annoying. She did not want to report to Karuzos Hall, she wanted to finish her regimen and then sleep in peace. Vera reluctantly dressed, loathe as she was to change out of her pajamas, it was best to be prepared for the eventuality of being stuck in Karuzos for any amount of time-- not to mention she was really not looking for the kind of attention her pajamas would attract. Once again preparing for the eventuality of the sequestration in the other building, Vera grabbed a bag and began packing it. Her extensive nail kit, the Canadian shamans she’d abandoned while talking to Roisin earlier in the week, the rest of her wine, all of it went into the bag. Grom went too, although he really was not too pleased at all. Vera ignored his plaintive cries, assuming better safe than sorry in all situations did not exclude pet ownership. Karuzos was a crowded and ultimately sorry mess, but Vera hadn’t much cause to care. She found a seat towards one of the inner walls-- no way was she taking the chance that any outside noise would stress her out-- and freed Grom from his prison. He sat near her but not in her lap, a surefire sign of his displeasure with the situation as a whole. The Headmaster spoke after a short time, and as the other students scrambled to volunteer within and without, Vera hooked her nail kit out of her bag’s murky depths and set to work. “What are you doing?” a voice inquired, incredulous. “My nails.” Her answer was flat but not forceful, considering she had no idea who she was speaking to. Vera was not at all bothered to drag her gaze from the nail in question that she was filing. “Really? You’re not going to help? In a time of crisis?” Vera finally glanced up, only to have someone she certainly didn’t recognize giving her a look of distaste. Her gaze locked fully on the American, noting unkindly that he looked remarkably like a rodent. “Are you telling me I’m in immediate danger?” “Well, no.” “Right. And I wasn’t the one who let these creatures out to run amok on campus. So let me do my nails while whoever made this mess sorts it out. Have a wonderful morning.” He walked away and Vera went back to her filing. She’d be damned if she was going to be guilted into being miserable for no reason at all.

[teddyhawkins-blog1]

attentive | self-para

Teddy’s head lolled back as he stared up at the ceiling. His words weren’t flowing like normal, and at-- he rolled his head to one side to eye the alarm clock on his bedstand-- nearly one in the morning, it was unlikely that he’d provide anything more substantial.

Since he’d spoken to Yana, Teddy had been hoping that the heartfelt commitment to his life’s work would be rejuvenated but that wasn’t necessarily the case. By now he’d be well into editing, or if he was lucky, finishing up his favorite part, which he always saved for last, choosing the perfect headline. Instead he was spread-eagled in the desk chair, wondering if it would be too time-consuming to count the individual designs in the stucco overhead. The alarm startled, and Teddy’s first thought was to scramble upright, despite being almost immediately knocked on his ass again thanks to the bloodrush. Taking a moment to rest against the doorframe, Teddy was scrambling to get to Karuzos. The other students at the Summit were still entirely unfamiliar with how Salem operated, but this was not in the slightest bit normal. Nudging through the growing crowds being shepherded into the arts building, Teddy looked for someone who looked less dazed than the rest. His height helped peer over the crowd, but the growing suspicion that he could be the first one to be struck by the lightning overhead was not entirely comforting. “Katie! Katie Greene!” She might’ve turned him down by doing a remarkably passable impression of not speaking English, but now the Circe witch met his gaze with gratitude. “What’s going on?” “I don’t know any more than you do, but everyone’s worried,” she informed him, but still sidled up next to him. “Can you see up front?” “Not well,” he admitted, one hand lifting to wipe the rainwater out of his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.” Dripping wet and murmuring, the crowd didn’t wait long before Tate was speaking, calmly delivering the news of just what was roaming the campus. Teddy was anxiously snapping before Tate was finished giving his speech. The words were coming quickly now, a near endless flow detailing the situation, the worried looks on faces, the thunder that wasn’t quite drowned out by the silencing charms placed on their way in. He wished he was sitting in his dormitory, being utterly useless. Anything would be better than this. Volunteering was an option, and Teddy was going to take it-- any way to get the details he needed for the story that was frantically piecing itself together in his mind. It wasn’t until he was first in line that he got cold feet. Marina Katsaros was sitting at a very unsteady-looking table, looking as thoroughly irritated as she always did when people needed something from her. “If you’re not here to volunteer, get out of the way,” her tone was acidic as Teddy hesitated for a moment, fingertips trailing along the table’s edge. “Ignore her,” Russel advised. “We could use you inside, if you don’t want to go out with Oliver. I know Allan wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on all of us.” “Alright,” Teddy agreed, more readily than was tough or suggested but he didn’t care. There was a chain of events to unravel here, and he could do so better among the ranks of the TAs for his own concentration than he could anywhere else. A good hour passed with Teddy helping the Abbott TAs before the devious visage of Roisin Mulligan made herself known near his elbow. “Hello Teddy. Inside, are you?” That charming little accent brought a half-smile to his face, but Teddy’s eyes were fixated on the Summit’s administrative staff in the corner. When he spoke, his own tone was much more distracted than he normally was. “Yeah, I’m gonna figure out what’s going on.” “Well, I for one, will be outside. Would you like pictures?” Her smile paired with her light tone was so disarming, it took him a second to process what she was saying. “What– Yeah! What?” He didn’t think he’d told that many people about the Pages, but here she was offering. Teddy was not about to say no to that. “Two things, you’re a very good listener, so tell me– What are they desperate for?” Teddy’s brows dropped, refocusing his gaze on Roisin. “What do you mean?” “The school.” The tone was indulgent while remaining passably disinterested. He half expected her to inspect her cuticles. “Things like this, there’s always some immediate type of thing to attend to or just something that’s a bit harder to take care of– What is it?” Lips pursed, he peered over at the gathering crowds. “Oh! I overheard some TAs talk about how there were some Thestrals about and they might just take anyone who can see them?” He could only think of the stoic Shana thus far, and they were definitely low on able-bodied wix there. The one problem, he realized after he opened his big mouth, was that not many people could. “Thank you, sweet Teddy!” She looked ecstatic, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and kindly patting his arm before flouncing off. “Number two, by the way, is I want photo cred.” He nodded after her, more amused than anything. If that was the girl Jake had been talking about-- with a very particular murderous undertone-- that was a decent match for whatever it was they preferred to get up to. There was a frantic gesture with a clipboard and Teddy’s focus was across the room again. What was going on here?

[radicalmagicrp-blog]

As of 6pm EST, Radical Magic’s second event is underway. Keep in mind, characters outside the hall and characters inside the hall would be separated from morning until nighttime, where the volunteers return to the building. Please plan your interactions accordingly. Be sure to check out the linked NPCs-- these are Teaching Assistants to the professors they work under. All starters should be tagged ‘radicalevent2’ in addition to ‘radicalstarter’ so we know what’s going on when. Thanks for your participation!

Throughout the day, there are a handful of announcements that garner attention within Karuzos Hall. The first comes from Professor Oliver in the wee hours of the morning shortly after the students have been sequestered, addressing those who have volunteered to help round up magical creatures.

Alright, I see we’ve got a decent amount of you rounded up. Good. Thanks for taking a chance here. I’ll make this brief so we can get to work. Erichson, you’ll be needed to help Professor Zhang get the hall’s reinforcements up. There’s fire over near Curio and we can’t have it spreading here. We’re sending a couple of folks over to contain the Tebos that are rooting around the Greenhouses-- Elmakki, you’re on those, I understand you’re familiar with the breed. Marcie, we’ll need you rounding up the Jarveys in the library. Dreyfus, you’ll be out there, too. You there, Mitchell. Quit looking so gleeful. You’re going to be on the move, rounding up Mackled Malaclaws. I trust you can handle that. Atterbury, you’re with me, Jackson and Pax to get the Thunderbird under control. Mulligan-- meet up with Shana and get those Thestrals under control, and for the love of god, find literally anyone else who can also see them and take them with you. And, ah, you, D’amico. Kelpie duty with Tristan. I’d bring some rainboots.

The volunteer groups head out and a sense of aimlessness overtakes the place. The sun doesn’t rise but by mid-morning, Professor Allan has taken to rounding up volunteers inside Karuzos.

Thank you for volunteering. We’ve got to find some semblance of order while we’re waiting for everything to get settled out there. Miss Raleigh, your reputation precedes you. You’ll be in charge of, for lack of a better word delegation. Overseeing everything would help me immensely. We’ve got breakfast to be served, and of course lunch soon as well. Mister Hawkins, you’ll be on food duty. Miss Kyung, I noticed you are particularly good with the younger children, would you be so kind as to keep an eye on them? They could certainly use a whimsical distraction. As for the rest of you, look out for each other, please. My assistants Marina, Russel, and Daisy are here to answer any questions. Oh, and Mister Tibbets? Try and keep out of trouble, we’d appreciate it.

Sometime around noon, The Summit’s own Warren Riley makes an appearance to frantically wave his clipboard while attempting to keep his voice down. He doesn’t do a very good job but manages to avoid inciting a panic.

We’re missing students. I’ve done the math, it checks out! Everyone from Salem accounted for, no sweat, but the Summit? We’re down half a dozen signatures. Ha, Jimmy. Marti, Susana. Patterson, Teresa. Savrasov, Yana. Wood, Patrick. The list goes on-- well, I lied, it actually doesn’t-- but where are these kids? Out there in the storm? No doubt being devoured by the manticores which I’ve heard have taken up residence in Jonker Hall. Someone find these attendees, or we’re toast. The paperwork that’s required for losing a kid-- that’s an administrative nightmare. I-- I-- Christ, I need a Xanax.

[radicalmagicrp-blog]

                  AN UPCOMING RADICAL MAGIC EVENT –  THE CAGE IS FULL [PART ONE]

Roleplay Date: Second week of October, 2017 Real Time: March 25 at 6 pm EST - TBD Location: Salem’s Karuzos Hall

Salem, reputably known for its abundance of magical creatures, can only recall very few instances of any sort of mishaps between students and the creatures contained in or out of the school. However, the same force that interfered with the Inaugural Summit Conclave just a month ago has put something else in motion. 

In the dead of night, the magical creatures were released on the Salem campus. More than that, these creatures were angry and provoked. Both animals native and foreign to America have taken hold of the school, terrorizing everything within sight. 

It took no longer than twenty minutes for the sirens to ring and a school-wide evacuation to commence. The faculty guided the students to the Karuzos Hall, where major protection charms were put in place to keep the creatures out. Naturally, the Salem IT team has turned off all electricity and data to prevent any further possible damage. Still, with a glass ceiling and several windows, students can still see some of the mayhem taking place just inches away from them.

The Beasts on campus can be found HERE.

Where to Start:

The event begins with the school-wide alarm blaring throughout the campus and students being herded into the Karuzos Hall. Headmaster Lonnie Tate silences the panicked students to deliver a speech:

“Good evening, students. As you know, we are on a lock down. There is an emergency situation on campus regarding various magical creatures from the Menagerie. At the moment, our focus is on containment of these creatures. 

We are safe here in Karuzos Hall, and the Scamander staff as well as the Beast Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures are working to re-capture each of these beasts. Once they have been contained, we will no longer be on lock down. 

 Any students or Summit attendees who are of age are invited to join the professionals and assist containment of the creatures loose on campus that are deemed not dangerous to competent wizards. If you are interested in doing so, Professor Oliver and his TAs will be available once attendance has been taken. Parents will be informed as soon as this is under control, and we do appreciate your patience and your cooperation with this crisis.”

After volunteers are separated to meet with adult advisors, the remaining students are role-called for attendance. The students are meant to mingle quietly while the proper sanctions to protect the Hall from outside threats are put into place. Of course, with so much going on, there’s a lot to talk about between students. 

Despite the chaos going on outside, faculty are trying to keep things as normal as possible within Karuzos Hall-- Candle lamps and wands are lit as a constant to light the room. Students injured in the fray to safety being tended to by those expert in Healing. Pre-packed sandwiches, crackers, and water bottles are properly dispensed to students in need. Sleeping bags have been put in place. 

Requirement:

A submission, DUE by MARCH 23, regarding each character (If you have more than one character, please submit the information all together in ONLY one submission) :

Roleplayers are required to send in a notification to the main about: 1. Volunteering their of age character. 2. Staying in Karuzos Hall. 3. Sneaking out of Karuzos Hall. 4. Other. 

Using this information, we’ll create a follow-up post when the event takes place.

SUBMIT

If you have any questions regarding this event, please feel free to send in an ask to the main!