((IC hiatus/canon-update post, co-written with Brenda-mun. Cut for tl;dr because Jaime-mun can't be concise EVER.))"C'mon!" Brenda said, dragging Jaime down the hall. "It'll be fun ( Read more... )

Does that even exist in Japan ( Read more... )

Mr. Wednesday knows full well that the kind of magic he does is a magic that can't be taught. There will be no field trip to Mimir's Well at the base of Yggdrasill. For one thing, few students are likely to sign a waiver stating they forfeit an eye or a limb or some other body part for the sake of wisdom. Nor does Wednesday believe that the ( Read more... )

"Dude. Come on, we talked about this, you agreed already!" Brenda gave Jaime a nudge.

Jaime nudged her back. "Nuh-uh. I said I was gonna check out the equipment. And I did. It's all clear. You're sure, right? So I'm just gonna ( Read more... )

A tiny boy appears in the Sorting Room. He appears to be about five years old, and small for that age, with thin hair and dark eyes. In reality, he is seven. The lingering effects of early deprivation haven't been wiped out, despite looking lean and strong. And he's careworn, unusually so for a child so young ( Read more... )

A black-and-white blur flies into the Sorting Room from a flash of light, and lands at the applications table. The man is clad in a shimmering black bodysuit and full face mask that looks like a field of stars, and white boots and gloves. He is humming a jaunty tune ( Read more... )

When the house elf came in with the note, Ofdensen didn't believe it. Not until he saw it with his own eyes.

So he raced off to the Popcorn Room and ran his eyes and finger down the roster.

Sure enough, one name stood out:

Nathan Explosion

Not too far down the list, another name:

Skwisgaar SkwigelfOfdensen immediately reached for his phone, ( Read more... )

The door opened, and Ssillissa slipped into the sorting room. She glanced around, not recognizing her surroundings, and shrugged. Although Larklight no longer had its original alien gravity generators, it was still a large, strange house. She must have gotten turned around somewhere, she decided, and opened the door to get back to some part of the ( Read more... )

((Backdated to Valentine’s Day.))

Right. Busying herself and talking to Gatsby, to try and keep her mind away from Jaime and the Impending Talk, had only worked so-so. Fine. Lola knew she couldn’t avoid it forever. And besides, she had missed Jaime a lot during her mission. Part of her couldn’t wait to see him. So. She went up to her own room, ( Read more... )

((Backdated to the 11th? Ish? Day or two before Lola actually gets back, but after this. Will be slow, but Jaime needs a kick in the head. Or, in this case, to be smacked with a notebook or shaken awake, and that was permission for Brenda to do so.))After spending several hours in the library, Jaime had headed back to his room - and promptly found ( Read more... )