[OPENING] magical training log

[spellslash]

Who: Brie, whichever newbies want to show up.
Where: The beach.
When: Day 4
Open/Closed: OTA

[It's about noon on the island, based on the position of the sun. The newbies have had a few days to settle in, but that doesn't mean they've fully mastered their newfound abilities.

As much stock as Genette puts into telepathy, Brie is more concerned about their other newfound gifts. She's aggressively tried to wrangle as many newbies as possible onto the sandy shores of the beachfront area for some magic practice.

She's got a list of everyone's magic -- only a few vague notes, limitations are for you to discover -- and she's handing out missions for magic training. If you want to participate? Feel free. If you don't? Suit yourself.

But understanding your magic isn't just an activity that benefits the group. Learning your magic's abilities may be what stands between you and survival, which is something she makes perfectly clear.]

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[sundays]

[This is a ridiculous power.

But also Chiaki is a ridiculous person, so for some reason he goes with it?! At the surprise at seeing the refrigerator, he goes with what's natural for him?! Which is to... latch onto it! And sort of carefully maneuver himself so he's at least got some sort of traction off it - he's a stuntman, he's got this!

Even as he... falls with the fridge... he announces:]

Th-Thank you, friend...!!

[FOR WHAT, CHIAKI]

[probablynoteren]

[Ah, good, Chiaki and the refrigerator have now swandived perfectly into sync and we're going to assume the door half-closes on him because that's how the refrigerator was summoned in the first place, and that's also how the next phase of this plan (name and endgame still very much pending) will fall into place. Somewhat literally.

As soon as Chiaki's latched on to the refrigerator, Lenka roars out a command that he really hopes the flying stranger hears--]

Whatever you do, don't let go!

[It takes him a moment after that to remember that telepathy is a thing, because it's never been a thing, especially not in times of crisis -- and by that time he's already activated his power again, that of banishing the refrigerator. But, as he'd learned with the crabs not so long ago, trying to get rid of a refrigerator after putting something in it is easier said than done.

In fact, he's counting on it. It's definitely a plan that could have used more finesse and testing, but for now: Chiaki and the refrigerator both vanish, and reappear at a random point nearby. This will keep happening until they're no longer in a position where Chiaki will smash himself painfully into the ground somehow. Higher or lower in mid-air, up a tree, halfway off a cliff, underwater, in the middle of a flock of birds -- you name it.

Lenka's reflexes are enough for that, at least, though the real problem is that he can't always immediately spot where the boy-fridge combo has moved to, even though he's the one moving them.

And that's when he remembers telepathy is a thing.]

Tell me when it's safe to stop moving you!

[... hopefully this works before he runs out of magical energy.......]

[sundays]

[holy shit

Chiaki is now definitely, definitely clinging onto this refrigerator for dear life as he suddenly experiences massive whiplash from the constant appearing, disappearing. Even though he's used to extreme situations just because of his side job, this is.... this is something else.

Oh god, he's queasy.

Though he recognizes when he's stopped - he can feel the splash of the waves, this refrigerator is just barely at the surface of the water - and he yells out both out loud and in his mind - ]

Now's good!!

[and now to unscramble his own brain before he barfs]

[probablynoteren]

[Someday, when Lenka's practiced a bit more, the ride could possibly be a bit smoother.

But it's not likely to be any less crazy in terms of where the hapless victim is whisked away to. Them's the breaks.

Lenka, for the moment, sits down hard in the sand as he tries his best to scan for where Chiaki might have finally landed. Rapidfire de facto teleportation actually takes a lot more effort than just summoning or banishing a fridge normally, or even attempted crab carrying. He's not sure how much longer he could have kept it up -- not his best idea. But.]

Sorry... didn't have time... really warn you. [he's distracted with looking and catching his breath, so the telepathy is a bit staticky, too] Are you okay?

[sundays]

F-Fine...!

[just physically wheezing a bit and trying to keep that out of his thoughts, still he laughs faintly to himself even as he's sort of just... sprawled on this fridge and wondering how much time he has before it just

sinks

(not a lot)]

You were a great help, my fri—whoa!

[HOLD ON, GOTTA START SWIMMING NOW there's at least some splashes in the water... where he landed...]

[probablynoteren]

I-- [he's just breathing a sigh of relief and then] What happened--

[Lenka's bracing himself to get to his feet, though he's a bit wobbly, when he hears the splashing not far off and tries squinting in that direction -- the good thing here is, there's not much to block his view with much of this side of the island being beach, and he can kind of see... a bobbing blob off in the distance.

So at least he has a direction now, even if he doesn't exactly go in a straight line, still a bit disoriented from using his magic more intensively than he has since he's arrived. (If we're not counting any crab disasters, that is.)

Still, he's ready to... summon more fridges into the distance in case Chiaki needs, like, shitty flotation devices or something. The last leg of this plan is going to be a mess.]

... You can swim, right?