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Auradon

Dance Magic Dance

A huge magical costume ball was happening in the royal palace. Anyone who wished a magical costume would find one appearing on them when they entered. It could be just a costume and small mask, or anything else all the way up to full on enveloping illusion. There is food and music and dancing, but it can be hard to know if your dance partner is someone you've never met, or maybe your childhood best friend.


Growing the future

The greenhouse has been growing fresh food, and it will soon be time for the first harvest. Or it would have been, but a bad storm broke several windows. The plants are no longer protected from the weather, and the pots are filled with glass. The fruits and vegetables aren't ripe yet. But... what can there be done? Should the food be harvested anyway? What about the glass? Can the greenhouse be fixed? Can the plants be saved? Something should probably be done, but what?


The Isle Of The Lost


Throwing A Ball - Right Into The Sea
There is a party on the Isle, but there is nothing calm or polite about this party. The music is loud and the bass was all the way up, giving the whole Isle - or at least the few parts of it that were accessible - all felt like a living being with a thumping irregular heart beat. The music was inescapable, and the party spilled out of the school all the way down to the ocean.

Some of the Misery-called liked the music, but after the first hour or so, most of them probably wanted to escape it. But the ocean was no escape, as the thumping beat has stirred up all the crocodiles, and they are swarming the beach.

The speakers themselves are built into the walls of the school, and it is one of the Teachers with the controls. But none of the teachers can be easily found, and the music probably needs to be stopped before the crocodiles decided to do it themselves...

Lessons Unlearned

For as miserable as this place was, it was still a school. And now classes were made mandatory. But anyone who had something to teach could do that instead of being a student. But because the Headmaster was known to skulk around, teaching actually had to be occurring, or for the students, they had to at least be in their seats making some vague motions towards pretending that they were paying attention. He didn't seem to care if they were whispering in the back, or doodling, or even napping if they were clever about hiding it, just that there was a teacher present attempting to teach and students present who were bodies in chairs. That, of course, left a lot of wiggle room for what was Actually going on in the dank musty classrooms.

Auradon

A Festive Mess

So much has happened recently that Auradon is starting to look very festive. Between all the fabric everywhere from people making clothes for each other - and for those on the Isle - and all the computer wires being strung across lintels to keep out of people's way, and the shining pretty bottles of glowing water around... the mess looks a lot more cheerful and bright than most messes.

Still, it needs tidying up. the problem is... none of this is trash and most of it probably belongs to someone specific. Time to try and figure out who.... Somehow.

Do You Wanna Build A Snow Fort? It Doesn't Have To Be A Snow Fort...

The snow was melting enough that people could come in and out of the school with ease now, though they couldn't go much of anywhere else. The snow was at least really pretty. Except on the Tourny field where someone had set up.... Well it looked like a couch fort. Made out of snow.

Snow fort? SNOW FORT!!!!

Come make your best snowy hideaway. Maybe get someone to help you with it? There is talk of a contest later to judge the best snow sculptures. But this was Auradon, everyone was going to get a prize, right? Probably. Still, might b worth the extra effort, just to be sure.



The Isle

Slush Mush

Ugh. The slush was thick and heavy and dirty and gross. And it was leaking into the school from the door and every window! Maybe someone should try to shove it back outside, but no one seemed keen on doing work. Well if you want something done right now, maybe best to do it yourself....


Can I eat that?

Probably not. But food is so scarce on the Isle, you probably tried anyway. And now you're in a world of hurt. You need comfort, more than anything else. But on an Isle full of villains and wannabes, who is actually going to come help you in your time of need?

Or maybe you see someone else suffering and have a choice to make. Kick them when they're down? Or show your softer side and comfort them? Either way, your rep will feel the consequences later....

Auradon

Bipity Bopity, Timey Wimey

Time works a little differently in this world than in many others. So while wherever your character arrived from it was what passed for Spring or Summer, here it is the dead of Winter. And to say anyone just arriving is ill prepared is the understatement of the millennium. Everyone should be finding shelter and fast, but how is anyone supposed to do that in a blizzard when they don't know where they are? Maybe someone was around to help...?


Part Of Your World

Auradon has proven interesting so far, if cold. But even with so few people around, not everyone knows everyone else yet. It has been suggested that maybe it would be best to try to fit in. Dresses and fine suits were made available. All the clothing choice a person could want to pass themself off as the prince or princess child of some grand hero or famous fairy tale figure. But how easy would it really be to convince people?


Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Snow day! The storm has eased off enough for people to go outside. A winter wonderland awaits those dressed warmly enough to brave it. Sleds have been provided, as well as proper sleighs if only someone knew a way to pull them. Warm coats are there for the taking, and no one is even discussing shoveling.

Perfect pristine sparkling snow. Perfect for packing, for skiing down, for sledding, and of course for snowball fights. There are many different ways to enjoy the snow, after all.


The Isle

Timey Wimey... junk

Time works a little differently in this world than in many others. So while wherever your character arrived from it was what passed for Spring or Summer, here it is the dead of Winter. A cold and bitter winter. And to say anyone just arriving is ill prepared is the understatement of the millennium. Everyone should be finding shelter and fast, but how is anyone supposed to do that in a blizzard when they don't know where they are? And why is the snow so disgusting on the ground that one almost imagines it fell dirty in the first place? Time to get out of here, and fast. Or rather time to get in somewhere....


Classless Classes
Ugh, the teachers of what passes for a school here are pretty horrible. One has assigned homework to make her a jacket, another assigned students to steal that jacket for themselves. Another tried to assign shoveling, while it was still snowing! And they say there is another teacher down in the basement, but in this cold who wants to go down there? But still, what is there to do trapped in the mausoleum of a school other than homework? Maybe someone else also wants to plot something?


Mausoleum Fever

Being trapped in this so-called school is bad enough, but some of the limited food managed to spoil and left everyone feeling sick. Weirdly though it isn't a digestive sort of sick. More of an itch under the skin mixed with stuffed up ears and a terrible headache. A lot of the people are sick, and the rest... will they try to help them feel better? Or take joy in their misery? Or maybe they are trying to track down what made everyone so sick?