Magic, Monsters, and the Modern Woman
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The sorority's New Year's Eve costume party is in full swing. Alcohol is within reach at any moment from any spot. Other drugs are nearly as easy to access. Scantily dressed Sorority Sisters are ogled and groped by their horny Fraternity Brothers as the members of the two Houses dance to booming music.
Everyone is having fun.
The Magic is in the air.
Literally.
Wanda Howard had kept secret her Wiccan upbringing and abilities for the entirety of her first two years at State U. Once her secret had gotten out, she'd been teased mercilessly, mocked repeatedly, and angered often. Tonight has been the final straw. One of her most despised Sisters had chosen a Witch costume for the party and is now going around introducing herself as "Wanda the Witch". She has spent much of the evening mocking Wanda by casting spells on the other party goers.
Most of the spells relate to the costumes the young adults are wearing this night, "turning them into" what they are wearing and requiring them to perform some "task" related to their new status, often -- because we ARE talking about young adults with raging hormones drinking and toking the night away -- with some erotic or sexual element involved. One Sister dressed as a cheerleader sheds her panties and performs a revealing cart wheel. A Brother dressed as a samurai has to drop his pants and show his other "sword". And so on.
"Two can play at that game," Wanda tells herself quietly.
She sits cross legged on the floor of her room. She is surrounded by glowing candles, burning incense, bowls of crushed herbs, limbs from the trees beyond her window ... and little pieces of costumes she has inconspicuously been collecting from her Sisters throughout the evening. She piles the pieces before her, surrounds them with a fragile yet continuous ten foot section of shed Python skin bought from a snake breeder on Craig's List. Wanda begins teetering to and fro as she mumbles her magical words, then spreads her arms out wide.
"Take to your new skin as your only skin...!" she chants aloud. "Become...! For all time...! For a different time ... a different place! Show me how you fair as that which you pretend!"
Suddenly, the pile of costume fragments catch fire, erupting in an eerie, unnatural flame ... before exploding! A wave of magical power surges out in every direction, passing through walls and windows and people...
(OOC: Allison, I will send you a "conversation" with the basics.)
(OOC: THIS IS A CLOSED STORY.)
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The sorority's New Year's Eve costume party is in full swing. Alcohol is within reach at any moment from any spot. Other drugs are nearly as easy to access. Scantily dressed Sorority Sisters are ogled and groped by their horny Fraternity Brothers as the members of the two Houses dance to booming music.
Everyone is having fun.
The Magic is in the air.
Literally.
Wanda Howard had kept secret her Wiccan upbringing and abilities for the entirety of her first two years at State U. Once her secret had gotten out, she'd been teased mercilessly, mocked repeatedly, and angered often. Tonight has been the final straw. One of her most despised Sisters had chosen a Witch costume for the party and is now going around introducing herself as "Wanda the Witch". She has spent much of the evening mocking Wanda by casting spells on the other party goers.
Most of the spells relate to the costumes the young adults are wearing this night, "turning them into" what they are wearing and requiring them to perform some "task" related to their new status, often -- because we ARE talking about young adults with raging hormones drinking and toking the night away -- with some erotic or sexual element involved. One Sister dressed as a cheerleader sheds her panties and performs a revealing cart wheel. A Brother dressed as a samurai has to drop his pants and show his other "sword". And so on.
"Two can play at that game," Wanda tells herself quietly.
She sits cross legged on the floor of her room. She is surrounded by glowing candles, burning incense, bowls of crushed herbs, limbs from the trees beyond her window ... and little pieces of costumes she has inconspicuously been collecting from her Sisters throughout the evening. She piles the pieces before her, surrounds them with a fragile yet continuous ten foot section of shed Python skin bought from a snake breeder on Craig's List. Wanda begins teetering to and fro as she mumbles her magical words, then spreads her arms out wide.
"Take to your new skin as your only skin...!" she chants aloud. "Become...! For all time...! For a different time ... a different place! Show me how you fair as that which you pretend!"
Suddenly, the pile of costume fragments catch fire, erupting in an eerie, unnatural flame ... before exploding! A wave of magical power surges out in every direction, passing through walls and windows and people...
(OOC: Allison, I will send you a "conversation" with the basics.)
(OOC: THIS IS A CLOSED STORY.)