[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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[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?