A Memory
November 11, 2020 5:21 PM
Dance, Dance Revolution! by A Memory
The MARS rooms themselves were no strangers to conjuring up all kinds of things. They had been put to use as every sports pitch imaginable, as cosy little living rooms, and as interactive karaoke parties. Therefore, fantastical sights were not unusual upon opening the doors of the rooms. They were a little more unusual in the lobby area where now, as someone passed by, the figure of a girl about the same age as the first years manifested.There was not too much that was unusual about the girl herself. Her tight ringlets were pulled into a loose ponytail which was bouncing wildly as she moved. Stranger to some of the residents of Sonora would be the devices she was using. She was staring at some kind of box. At eye-level, animated figures carried out a dance and different arrows moved up past them. The girl was standing on a small mat with corresponding arrows, and appeared to be attempting to stamp on them in time with the events on the front of the box.
As the song ended, a number flashed up on screen, and she turned managing a sigh even though she was a little out of breath.
"Are you sure you didn't accidental magic your way to that high score, Z? It's unbeatable!"
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Dathan Fischer
December 09, 2020 5:58 PM
Vive la revolution! by Dathan Fischer
Dathan liked playing Quidditch as part of a team. He enjoyed the camaraderie – well, what there was of it, when no-one was being an idiot – and seeing students he might otherwise never meet at all, and the possibility of going to other schools and seeing more of this huge, crazy, still sometimes unbelievable world he had somehow found himself in. He was glad, this year, to have the chance to spend more time with one of his younger – and, yes, to get to sometimes feel like a cool, wise, well-informed Older Person, instead of the kind of clueless person he usually felt like, now that Gus had joined the team.All of those things were cool. Really great, really, really cool. Most of all, though, he liked to fly.
It felt sort of dorky to admit, somehow, but part of him was sure he could shrivel up as old as Headmaster Brockert and still not be completely over how cool it was that he, Dathan Fischer, could fly. It was – like – he could fly! He was always confused when he thought about how Jazz didn’t seem to be in into it so much. He had never exactly been one of the super-sporty kids back home, either, but this was flying! It was literally doing the impossible, in a way that couldn’t be an illusion or a magic trick or anything like that. How cool was that?!
To him, at least, it was endlessly cool, and was one reason why he sometimes just went down to the Pitch or to the MARS room (…the MARS room, which was as strange and brilliant as a trip to real Mars in its own ways) and just…flew. He wasn’t really practicing anything or trying to accomplish anything, he would just fly for the sake of flying: enjoying the rush, the simultaneous wonder and confirmation that all of this was real. On one day, tired from trying to make up from down with his homework, he decided that that would be a better use of his time, and so started on his way to MARS with a grin: as he had lifted his broom over his shoulder, he had remembered when his parents had got it for him, joking about how the most unbelievable thing about magic being real after all was that a teenage boy would tell his parents he wanted a broom for his birthday….
He stepped into the lobby, but stopped abruptly when he saw something…appear. One second it was not there and he was alone in the room, and the next minute, there it was: a little girl, a TV (what?! That was supposed to be impossible!) and…a dance game?
At one point in his life, he would have regarded this as normal. Maybe a little weird to see in his high school campus, but not inexplicable. At Sonora, though, this was very weird, because there was no technology. There was also, he noticed after a moment of surprise with the first bit, the small thing that she and her equipment were…not right somehow. They were all…silvery, and not quite…solid, really.
“Great job!” he said automatically when the little girl congratulated herself. “And…hi? Which game are you playing?”
Whatever she was, though, she didn't seem to be able to hear him. Well. This was something he hadn't yet seen. He wondered what was going on.
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