<strong>Tuesday, August 2 - Late Afternoon</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Onogoro-Jima Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tian Lei<br/><br/>During the evenings, after all the classes, the beach could get rather crowded in the last hours of daylight.  However, if one went before all the classes were done, it was easier to set up positioning for surfing, relaxing on the beach, swimming, whatever could help assuage the stress of a busy first week.  Large umbrellas, beach chairs, a few boomboxes, and all matter of things that decorated a beach were all too easy to find.<br/><br/>Shaniqua West, the head lifeguard as mentioned during orientation, was sitting in the chair at the moment.  Most lifeguards wore a traditional red swimsuit, but Shaniqua wore one of flowing blue and white, along with a seashell necklace that she never seemed to take off.  As something caught her attention and brought a touch of alarm to her face, she stood up and grabbed her megaphone, calling, "Everyone out of the water."<br/><br/>Something about her voice was calm, soothing, yet also commanding attention and respect.  Many people started getting out of the water as quickly as they could, but several seconds later, a voice screamed from the water as someone got pulled back.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://qph.cf2.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-4b93872f09238ff7fbff96ce14862778-lq)</div>Ridiculously huge crabs started crawling out of the water, maybe a dozen in total, and they started to attack indiscriminately.  It should have been a panic-inducing situation with everyone running around screaming, but somehow, Shaniqua's presence was able to keep everyone calm and thinking rationally.  Some of the stronger and more agile students helped the weaker to get away by throwing things, blocking with surfboards, patching up pincer wounds, whatever they could, while Shaniqua yelled directions to others such as calling the nurse's station.<br/><br/>A minor dragon peeked his head up from the waters, his head the size of a crocodile's, calling out with a booming voice that carried all over the beach.  "Another rod has been stolen from the palace of Ao Guang," he called out with cold fury.  "We know the Scion of Sun Wukong resides in this school.  Find him for us and we'll stop."  Clearly he had no idea who he was actually looking for, and was giving a terroristic threat in the hopes that others would root out the Scion for revenge.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Hopefully this is enough to draw out Luke into combat, but if not, let me know and I'll change it.<br/><br/>Whenever I have combat, I'll ask the person to post their Defense roll for that combat.  The way you do that, roll your Defense Pool (Luke's is 3).  Page 116 of Origin talks about what to do with the successes you roll, but usually you'll just want to add them to your Standard Defense of 1.<br/><br/>I'll assume you have the Tempered Knack active unless you start using Death By Teacup, but you can only have one going at a time in Origin.  (It's the number of Calling dots you have that determine how many you can have active.)<br/><br/>The picture is for size comparison, not to suggest there's some guy holding one.<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>E-mail<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JD<br/><br/>An e-mail hits JD's inbox from Headmistress Mitsuhama.<br/><br/><hr/><tt class="bbc_tt">Hello, JD.  Allison Beaucroft tells me that you're interested in joining the student government.  If you have some time at [time in the late afternoon of Tuesday]. I would be interested in meeting with you to discuss matters.  If you have any issues, have no interest, or would like to reschedule, please contact my secretary Julia Page at jvanderbilt@onogorojima.com or 808-555-7243.</tt><br/><hr/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Up to JD if she goes or not.  It makes more sense to wait with anything regarding Allison directly until after the success or failure of the panty ninja mission.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Professor Durgan's Worshop<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clio Dewalt<br/><br/>Down in the basement of the classrooms, it wasn't hard to find the workshop for the appointment.  It was a rather large room, with all sorts of modern-day equipment for working wood, metal, and other specialized tools.  So much of it could be incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.<br/><br/>Working on the bandsaw, Professor Durgan wore heavy gloves, his beard tied back for protection.  However, as he saw Clio enter, he hopped off of an apparent stool to head over.  Professor Durgan was only about three feet tall, and Clio could tell the difference between an actual dwarf and simply a little person with a beard.  Professor Durgan was a proper dwarf, renowned for mining and crafting.<br/><br/>"Ah," he called out.  "You'd be Clio, then?"