Geometric Archipelago:The Longest Five-Pointed Night/Chapter 09

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Note: This log is still in IRC format, and may be awkward to read as a result.

Chapter Nine: Professional Interview

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<mainstreet> You find yourselves entering the great Enchantment Tower of Star City Magical Academy. A large seal, an image of a green sleeping dragon, is present atop the archway facing you. Written around the outside, in scroll motif, is: "Only the mind is eternal."

<mainstreet> A spiral staircase leads up the tower. In addition to the exit straight ahead to the courtyard there are two exits that proceed along the side of the complex.

Ascii glances around. "...huh. I just had this weird sense of deja-vu."

<Brellius> "Eh, I've had weirder deja-vu."

<Ascii> "So, where to from here?" He addresses Ms. Rilnaur.

<mainstreet> Valamir raises an eyebrow. "You haven't told *me* what your purpose here is, so I have no idea where you're interested in going. Unless you just want a tour?"

<Ascii> "Huh..." Ascii looks around, as if contemplating just that, but then shakes his head. "Actually, we were hoping to speak with Professor Gozano."

<mainstreet> Valamir shrugs. She points up the staircase. "Office is on the seventh floor of this tower. He's probably in there right now."

<Ascii> "Alright, thanks. We might be back for a proper tour later, though."

Ascii leads the way up the stairs. flights of stairs. In heavy plate mail. Joy.

<mainstreet> "Coordinators' Offices are in the building's Core, fourth floor. I'll be there," Valamir turns away, and walks into the Courtyard.

<mainstreet> Ascii: You spot two floors full of classrooms as you walk up, followed by the library, then what seems to be various administrative facilities, then... the offices... the second level of offices is what you want, and you find yourselves on the floor.

<Ascii> "Gah..."

Ascii collapses to the floor, gasping for breath. "Stupid...gravity..."

<mainstreet> You walk around in the Enchantment Tower's 7th floor a bit, until you find. "N. GOZANO. PROF. ENC/SOR." on a standard wooden door. In small text on the bottom of the sign says "(Also other departments.)". A green dot is present beneath this sign.

<Brellius> "You should probably go out jogging more."

<Ascii> "Jogging? In *this*?" He gestures at his armor. "I'm lucky if I can manage a fast lope."

<Ascii> "Huh. What's this?" He peers at the dot.

<mainstreet> Ashling, Kanzel: While street lights haven't been invented yet, green still means "go". You take the dot to mean "Yes, you can come in."

<Ashling> "Green means go."

<Kanzel> "Green means go."

<Ascii> Ascii blinks.

<Ascii> "...uh... Green means go."

Ascii didn't want to be left out.

<Brellius> "Let's go, then."

Ascii knocks.

<mainstreet> You hear a scratchy voice on the other side. "The door isn't locked."

Ascii opens the door a crack, and peeks in. "Sorry, just checking. Professor Gozano, I presume?"

<mainstreet> Professor Gozano seems to be perfectly fit, despite the scratchiness of his voice. While he does have gray hair, his body doesn't have the lines of age present on it yet, and he seems like an ordinary, confident mage; you'd place him around 5'7" or so, and he is wearing a flowing black robe.

<mainstreet> "Yes. That would be me. Hmmm, you don't sound like any of my students. Well, what can I do for you?"

Ascii blinks, mentally stalls out for a moment, then turns and huddles with the party. "Ash, what exactly is the ettiquette for situations like this? Are tourney participants okay with discussing things with their opponents, or would that be more of a 'I'm not talking to you, now GTFO' sort of situation?"

Ashling hides in the hallway whispering to Ascii. "Generally competitors are only secretive towards people from the same region."

<Ascii> "Are you from the same region as he is?"

<mainstreet> "Um, do you have a question for me or something, or are you just wasting my time?"

Ashling continues whispering "I don't remember. that's why I'm hiding. Just talk to him."

<Ascii> "Should I tell him we work for the queen?"

<mainstreet> "Seriously, if you've got nothing to say to me, kindly close my door."

<Ashling> "Not if you can help it."

Ascii turns back to the professor, and clears his throat. "Ahem. Sorry about that. My name is Ascii, and I'm a cleric with the local temple. There's been some rumblings lately that the competition in the upcoming tournament may be particularly...heated this time around. In the interest of public safety and general goodwill, we're making the rounds to interview this years' competitors about their plans."

<mainstreet> Nathan frowns at you. "Which temple, and why am I on their watch list? I mean, it's not feasible for you to talk to everyone, is it? Though given that most of the professors here are going to compete... but still, the Academy maintains the highest of standards."

<Ascii> "Not you *personally*, sir. We're just making an effort to talk to as many high-level competitors as possible." He nods. "We believe these rumors to be mostly unfounded. Our hope is to be able to quell them efficiently before the tournament starts."

<mainstreet> "I have no intention of killing anyone, if that's what you're asking. But no one ever does, it's not necessary, is it, and it makes people not want to try, which weakens the Island... there's a reason that it's not legal to kill, and depending on circumstances, can lead to ejection and possibly even a ban. I would never jeopardize my chances at the throne or council so foolishly."

<Ascii> "Hmm. Your tone suggests you might otherwise approve of more dangerous forms of spellcasting in the tournament, if they weren't illegal?"

<mainstreet> Nathan laughed. "Ha. No. Why would you think that? The system makes sense. If we allowed death as a general matter of course, only the brave, and the *very* powerful, would dare compete, and our throne and council would be filled with the warrior mage types, the hot-headed fools that constantly attack everything they don't understand because they think that's being 'brave' and keeping people 'safe'. While I would like to think I would have the courage to participate even if death was a possibility... I enjoy my life."

Ascii grins. "I can understand that attitude. If you don't mind me asking, what sort of ruler do you think ought to be in power, then?"

<mainstreet> "Someone open-minded, someone that doesn't split the world into black and white, that recognizes opportunity, and respects all forms of sentient life equally. If you've traveled around the Archipelago, you should be well aware of the dominance and hidden racism that runs through the islands. It is distasteful to many of us. But at the same time, threats must be discovered, and eliminated. A wise ruler can distinguish these things."

<Ascii> "And you consider yourself that sort of ruler?"

<mainstreet> Nathan looks at you for a second. "I would be one example of such a ruler, yes. I should point out that everyone that enters this competition with intent to win thinks themselves at least a competent potential ruler."

<Ascii> "Of course. Otherwise they wouldn't enter."

<Ascii> "If you did become ruler, what would you overall policy be? Democratic? Authoritarian?"

<mainstreet> Nathan smirks. "I can't just change the law. So I'm not sure what you mean by that, those are both forms of government, neither of which is applicable to the Five-Pointed Star. So I must conclude that your question is... irrelevant."

<Ascii> "Heh. Yeah, sorry about that. Well, I think that will do. We'll ask around with some of the other spellcasters, and that should tell us everything we want to know. Thank you for your time, sir."

<mainstreet> "Enjoy the show this Needfest. It'll be a blast!"

Ascii steps back out into the hall, closing the door behind him. "You guys heard all that, right?"

<mainstreet> Kanzel, Brellius: As the door closes, you hear something that sounds like "Earth Five, Sierra Roger" from the room, in Nathan's voice.

<Brellius> "I think he just said something weird," Brellius whispers.

<Kanzel> "Earth Five, Sierra Roger"

<Ascii> "Huh. I wonder what that means..."

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