[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.]

Comments

[potentite]

[Something terrible, huh. It kind of feels challenging but maybe he shouldn't jump at it.]

Ahh, well, um, you can try something simple first and if you want to try something harder, you can?

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"Hmm... I can work with that. Alright, so that number you were thinking of earlier. Tell me it."

[potentite]

It's thirty!

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"Alright." [He concentrates on the idea, repeating it in his own head. "every number is now 30." He then feels himself "direct" it at Jake, so to speak, but really he's just making himself try and impose it on his target. That idea being implanted into Jake's perception of reality. When he's done it, he then holds up his hand, motioning with three fingers.] "How many fingers am I holding up?"

[potentite]

[Jake blinks a few times, looking confused. Then he rubs his eyes and looks again, mouth moving silently as he counts.]

Th— Thirty?

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"Alright."

[He turns away from Jake, hand still out and begins to walk, stopping to look back with another command.]

"Count up for me."

[potentite]

[He isn't sure if he should follow or not but he does take a few steps forward just in case.] Oh, um, one, two, three, four, five...

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"...Hm."

[Okay, conceptual aspects, not maintainable. Maybe he'd try something a little different.]

"Think of a person."

[potentite]

[The first person that pops into his head is Dirk. It makes him flush but he nods.]

All right, I am.