Pacifying The Gods
Pacifying The Gods
Klaus Schilling
Synopsis
Rating PG-13 Disclaimer iDon’t Own any of the shows or works of arts used for this story. Genres Occult detective fiction, science fiction, fluff, friendship, family, et alia. Fandoms The story occurs in the identified universe of a huge variety of current or past live action shows produced for Nickelodeon channel, including, but not restricted to, Victorious, Zoey 101, The iCarly Show, Drake & Josh, How To Rock, Big Time Rush, Unfabulous, Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide, True Jackson VP, Supah Ninjas, House Of Anubis, Just Jordan ... and makes heavy use of a variety of members of their casts. Prerequisites Knowledge of these fandoms is appreciated, but in general rudimentary knowledge of the main characters, as taught by the corresponding Wikipedia pages, is sufficient. Timeline The story takes off with then canonical end of Zoey 101. It postdates clearly the ends of Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide, Unfabulous, and Drake & Josh, while it predates the canonical starts of Victorious, Bigtime Rush, True Jackson VP, Supah Ninhas, The Troop, How To Rock. The iCarly Show is about at the end of its first season. Summmary The kids of Pacific Coast Academy believe to have appeased the restless spirit of Charles Galloway (from Zoey 101: The Curse Of PCA) by returning his locket, but they are eclatantly mistaken. Mystery man Mr. Takato (from Zoey 101: Chasing Zoey) writes the words of the prophets onto the campus walls and residence halls. Will the students ignore him or try to pacify the gods in time before the ultimate wild hunt? Acknowledgements
The story is written for LiveJournal-Community Tamingthemuse, prompt Appease.
Contents
Chapter 1 Prologue
1.1 Introduction
Hello, my name is Papperman ... Nevel Amadeus Papperman!
Some years ago - being a middle school guy - I came to lie down on my bed in my superficially comfortable loft in uptown Seattle, also known as the “Emerald City”, at the end of some rainy day. I thought I would let the rhythm of the rain drops make me fall slowly asleep, as had been my usual practice for many years. This city is known for seeing lots of rain, almost every time a year, and so this was not a really surprising practice.
Now, while I was lying silently on my bed, letting the thoughts loiter hither and thither, I felt dragged away - whether asleep or in a daydream I could not tell - and hear some screams of dispair coming from far beyond the horizon. I woke up, unless I had not been asleep in the first place, and directed my eyes aloft, staring at the ceiling. The voices were still there, and they appeared louder and louder, while I was able to spot some writing on the ceiling, with letters - or so they looked - made of blood. It hurt me looking at them, but I was still able to make sense of the letters: “Come to Pacific Coast Academy!”
This scene was not lasting forever, and I finally was back to my daily senses. The ceiling was now as clean as usual, no trace was left of the help cry that had come from Pacific Coast Academy, a boarding school located in the suburbs of Los Angeles, at the dreamy beach of Malibu.
Yes, I had already heard about this school before, and this was not really surprising, as my cousin Melinda Crenshaw had once been enrolled there, 1 but only for a few days, maybe a dozen of them.
The school was anything but grisly and uncanny, it looked much more like a modern spa than a traditional prep school. But trusting the prima facie evidence - or so I had come to learn already much earlier - was nothing but a form of extreme folly.
Los Angeles was the seat of the Hollywood industry, the modern version of old Babylonia. And a prep school in the outskirts of that metropole, such as Pacific Coast Academy, was certainly not free from the strong influence of that world of broken and betrayed dreams.
1.2 Malika Ritter
I had not really made much sense of the help cry, and most people I knew, such as my broken family and my teachers and fellow pupils, would have laughed about my vision, or any irrational sights for that matter, as they were all bone materialists, or at least they would never have fessed up to any occultist leanings thye possibly had got, not in the public.
I would have to talk to Mindy later on, but for the time being, it was better to ask someone who would not laugh about me, and in this emerald city, there was only one person able to do so, sort of a witch named “Magic Malika”. 2
Malika was a student at Ridgeway, a school in the worst quarter of downtown Seattle with an extremely high rate of perversity and corruption. There was no way for me to be at ease while showing up there. The quarter was especially owned by a gang of criminals from the Puckett clan, since the wake of the twentieth century.
Of course I ws not going to meet Malika in the open, but in some closet room or so where she showed up in a puff of smoke. It was a really impressive,, and I wondered not only how a teenage witch had already been that powerful, but even more how that much spiritual wealth had been able to fit into such an environment of corruption and decadence. But maybe Malika was only a teenage girl in appearance, but, in all truth, several hundreds of years old, or thousands, or gazillions, and the teenage witch was just one possible shape, such as the fabulous god Proteus, or, even more, like the Count of Saint Germain.
I wanted to talk to Malika about my vision, or dream, or hallucination, whatever, but surprisingly - or maybe I should have expected this from a verily magical queen - I did not even have to, as she seemed to be aware of my recent experience. After humming a few mystical mantras, Malika appeared to understand my concerns, and she declared that the students of Pacific Coast Academy had desecrated the formerly hallowed grounds andfailed to appease the gods completely, They live in a fake feeling of security and serenity, but in all truth they arouse the wrath of the gods even more, especially by their blasphemic concubinacy. “But at least one student over there seems to have remorses, and what you have envisioned was his help cry. You should go down to California, to Pacific Coast Academy, seek out this pupil, and then try to get all the others to put an end to their decadent demeanours.”
That was quite some command, and I felt now magically drawn to following Malika’s powerful instructions. Of course I would not be able to use this vision as my official reason for making it to Pacific Coast Academy, and I needed to be very careful.
I thanked Malika for her instructions, but I was left with an uncanny feeling because, at the beginning, I did not even know the student who had sent the help cry that had alerted me.
My next person to conduct was thus Mindy Crenshaw, my cousin from San Diego, the big city in California near the Mexican border. Alas, how much should I have trusted her? After all, she wasa scientist and engineer, and most people of that kind shunned visions, omens, mysteries, curses, and the occult in general as superstition.
Malika disappeared again in a puff of smoke, as impressively as she had come, but I knew that I would hear from her again, over and over, just in which place, at which momwnt, in which manner, and under which circumstances? All those questions were yet to be answered.
1 This identified Mindy Crenshaw from Drake & Josh with the same actress’s rôle in Zoey 101: Backpack. 2 Magic Malika is from The iCarly Show: iSpeeddate. The surname is borrowed from the same actress’s rôle in some third party owned show. This document was translated from LATEX by HEVEA.
Klaus Schilling
Synopsis
Rating PG-13 Disclaimer iDon’t Own any of the shows or works of arts used for this story. Genres Occult detective fiction, science fiction, fluff, friendship, family, et alia. Fandoms The story occurs in the identified universe of a huge variety of current or past live action shows produced for Nickelodeon channel, including, but not restricted to, Victorious, Zoey 101, The iCarly Show, Drake & Josh, How To Rock, Big Time Rush, Unfabulous, Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide, True Jackson VP, Supah Ninjas, House Of Anubis, Just Jordan ... and makes heavy use of a variety of members of their casts. Prerequisites Knowledge of these fandoms is appreciated, but in general rudimentary knowledge of the main characters, as taught by the corresponding Wikipedia pages, is sufficient. Timeline The story takes off with then canonical end of Zoey 101. It postdates clearly the ends of Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide, Unfabulous, and Drake & Josh, while it predates the canonical starts of Victorious, Bigtime Rush, True Jackson VP, Supah Ninhas, The Troop, How To Rock. The iCarly Show is about at the end of its first season. Summmary The kids of Pacific Coast Academy believe to have appeased the restless spirit of Charles Galloway (from Zoey 101: The Curse Of PCA) by returning his locket, but they are eclatantly mistaken. Mystery man Mr. Takato (from Zoey 101: Chasing Zoey) writes the words of the prophets onto the campus walls and residence halls. Will the students ignore him or try to pacify the gods in time before the ultimate wild hunt? Acknowledgements
The story is written for LiveJournal-Community Tamingthemuse, prompt Appease.
Contents
Chapter 1 Prologue
1.1 Introduction
Hello, my name is Papperman ... Nevel Amadeus Papperman!
Some years ago - being a middle school guy - I came to lie down on my bed in my superficially comfortable loft in uptown Seattle, also known as the “Emerald City”, at the end of some rainy day. I thought I would let the rhythm of the rain drops make me fall slowly asleep, as had been my usual practice for many years. This city is known for seeing lots of rain, almost every time a year, and so this was not a really surprising practice.
Now, while I was lying silently on my bed, letting the thoughts loiter hither and thither, I felt dragged away - whether asleep or in a daydream I could not tell - and hear some screams of dispair coming from far beyond the horizon. I woke up, unless I had not been asleep in the first place, and directed my eyes aloft, staring at the ceiling. The voices were still there, and they appeared louder and louder, while I was able to spot some writing on the ceiling, with letters - or so they looked - made of blood. It hurt me looking at them, but I was still able to make sense of the letters: “Come to Pacific Coast Academy!”
This scene was not lasting forever, and I finally was back to my daily senses. The ceiling was now as clean as usual, no trace was left of the help cry that had come from Pacific Coast Academy, a boarding school located in the suburbs of Los Angeles, at the dreamy beach of Malibu.
Yes, I had already heard about this school before, and this was not really surprising, as my cousin Melinda Crenshaw had once been enrolled there, 1 but only for a few days, maybe a dozen of them.
The school was anything but grisly and uncanny, it looked much more like a modern spa than a traditional prep school. But trusting the prima facie evidence - or so I had come to learn already much earlier - was nothing but a form of extreme folly.
Los Angeles was the seat of the Hollywood industry, the modern version of old Babylonia. And a prep school in the outskirts of that metropole, such as Pacific Coast Academy, was certainly not free from the strong influence of that world of broken and betrayed dreams.
1.2 Malika Ritter
I had not really made much sense of the help cry, and most people I knew, such as my broken family and my teachers and fellow pupils, would have laughed about my vision, or any irrational sights for that matter, as they were all bone materialists, or at least they would never have fessed up to any occultist leanings thye possibly had got, not in the public.
I would have to talk to Mindy later on, but for the time being, it was better to ask someone who would not laugh about me, and in this emerald city, there was only one person able to do so, sort of a witch named “Magic Malika”. 2
Malika was a student at Ridgeway, a school in the worst quarter of downtown Seattle with an extremely high rate of perversity and corruption. There was no way for me to be at ease while showing up there. The quarter was especially owned by a gang of criminals from the Puckett clan, since the wake of the twentieth century.
Of course I ws not going to meet Malika in the open, but in some closet room or so where she showed up in a puff of smoke. It was a really impressive,, and I wondered not only how a teenage witch had already been that powerful, but even more how that much spiritual wealth had been able to fit into such an environment of corruption and decadence. But maybe Malika was only a teenage girl in appearance, but, in all truth, several hundreds of years old, or thousands, or gazillions, and the teenage witch was just one possible shape, such as the fabulous god Proteus, or, even more, like the Count of Saint Germain.
I wanted to talk to Malika about my vision, or dream, or hallucination, whatever, but surprisingly - or maybe I should have expected this from a verily magical queen - I did not even have to, as she seemed to be aware of my recent experience. After humming a few mystical mantras, Malika appeared to understand my concerns, and she declared that the students of Pacific Coast Academy had desecrated the formerly hallowed grounds andfailed to appease the gods completely, They live in a fake feeling of security and serenity, but in all truth they arouse the wrath of the gods even more, especially by their blasphemic concubinacy. “But at least one student over there seems to have remorses, and what you have envisioned was his help cry. You should go down to California, to Pacific Coast Academy, seek out this pupil, and then try to get all the others to put an end to their decadent demeanours.”
That was quite some command, and I felt now magically drawn to following Malika’s powerful instructions. Of course I would not be able to use this vision as my official reason for making it to Pacific Coast Academy, and I needed to be very careful.
I thanked Malika for her instructions, but I was left with an uncanny feeling because, at the beginning, I did not even know the student who had sent the help cry that had alerted me.
My next person to conduct was thus Mindy Crenshaw, my cousin from San Diego, the big city in California near the Mexican border. Alas, how much should I have trusted her? After all, she wasa scientist and engineer, and most people of that kind shunned visions, omens, mysteries, curses, and the occult in general as superstition.
Malika disappeared again in a puff of smoke, as impressively as she had come, but I knew that I would hear from her again, over and over, just in which place, at which momwnt, in which manner, and under which circumstances? All those questions were yet to be answered.
1 This identified Mindy Crenshaw from Drake & Josh with the same actress’s rôle in Zoey 101: Backpack. 2 Magic Malika is from The iCarly Show: iSpeeddate. The surname is borrowed from the same actress’s rôle in some third party owned show. This document was translated from LATEX by HEVEA.