Class 4: Magic

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[OOC: Just so you know, if you're showing up and attempting the assignments, you're passing, no matter how bitchy Jareth gets about it. Sorry this is so late. I had crazy RL stuff to deal with. Also, if you haven't noticed by now, Jareth likes getting people's names wrong, on purpose.]

Today's Lecture:


"We've so far introduced manipulation and myth. Now I will introduce magic. How many of you think you know magic? Can you give me a definition?

Jareth waits, looking around the class.

"Magic is manipulating things and people in ways that others don't or can't. We are going to try an experiment." He twists his hands and a crystal appears.



Then a crystal appears in front of each of the students.

"This will show you your dreams--if you can manipulate it correctly. Too little, you will not see anything. Too far, and your dreams will seem like reality.

"Find partners and take turns...attempting to see. If your partner stops responding, raise your hand and we'll all take a little stroll into their dreams to fish them out."

Comments

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Hey. Need a partner?

*slides into seat next to him*

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

So, we're just supposed to stare at this thing for a while?

Magic. Only magic I know is flashpowder and fast hands.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*makes it "walk" across the back of his knuckles*

That trick works better if you have someone else picking pockets while the crowd's watching.

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

[ooc: ♥]

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't have an 'on' switch." Jareth cocks his head and considers. "Or rather, its 'on' switch is imagination."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Don't have much imagination. It just gets in the way.

*stares a bit*

Pretty glass ball. Hunh.

*remembers something from the Life Day celebration last year and lets mind drift*

He stands on the bridge of his own ship, uniformed and polished. A crew hastens to do his bidding, to keep the great bird flying.

He's making the jump to lightspeed in the Falcon's left hand seat, Captain at last. A soft chuckle from the good-looking blond navigator behind him makes him look back. Chewie's beside him, and a pretty dark girl is in the comm seat. The ones in the back reach forward to pat his arm, together.

He's stuck. Trapped in the easy chair because his harness won't detatch, and the seat won't punch out. The snub's going down. The controls aren't responding. He twists the harness, fights the controls, and the world below him rushes ever closer--

*jerks out.*

Whoa.

*sets the crystal carefully away, not toying with it any more.*

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

"You completed the assignment, Mr. Salon. Congratulations."

The crystal disappears.

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana notices James come in and watches him avoid her. She shakes her head and looks back at Callisto as they work with the damn crystal ball.

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

[ooc: okay. But if you think of something later on, do it]