Honey, I Shrunk The Magic Class - Log 3
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xp_logsFinally in the kitchen, Our Heroes try and get some help, but realise they're going to have to do things their own way.
The mansion kitchen was large by normal standards, but when you were barely half an inch tall, it was HUGE. Having slipped through the gap under the door, the group gathered in a quiet corner, where they could take a break from scuttling across large expanses of floor and even eat a little - Megan, as the flyer, had been able to knock various crumbs down from the counters and table, as well as collect some water from a dripping faucet in a bottle cap that had gone unnoticed by the cleaner.
"I suppose our next step is to try and get someone's attention," said Amanda as she finished a fragment of bread crumb. She wasn't as tired as she had been, but a nagging empty feeling had her worried. Something wasn't right. She tried the werelight spell, snapping her fingers, but all she got was a few sparks. "But it looks like I'm tapped. And I'm not bouncing back, either."
Clea copied the spell Amanda just tried but it frizzled short after two seconds later. "Same. I am still pretty hungry." She reached over and took another piece of the crumbles that was served for them. "What time is it? I thought this place was full of people but I haven't seen another person since this morning."
"I'm not sure," Billy shook his head, looking around the room. "The shadows are all wrong from this angle." At this point, he'd given up on spells. What should have been a situation with plentiful energy just wasn't cutting it. "How are you holding up, Topaz?"
"Oh I'm brilliant," Topaz said honestly. All things considered, this wasn't the worst thing that had happened to her. The strangest by far, but not the worst. "Can't make a magical spark, but brilliant. So how are we gonna fix this?"
Stephen pulled a stone that he'd been practising charging from his pocket, pulling all the power from it he could he waved his hand, a feeble werelight spluttering to life in front of him for a few seconds before dying away as he grimaced and through the pebble away. "Looks like my stones kept some charge, but they must have lost most of it when they shrunk down too," he complained.
"I still can't feel my magic, either," Megan said, frowning at the giant sugar crystal in her hand. So this was what it was like to be mostly cut off from the demon part of her. It felt... not as good as she'd imagined. "So the next full-size person that comes into the kitchen, shall I fly up then and say 'ello then?"
"Probably our best bet, yeah. At least we're in the most popular room in the mansion, right?" Amanda tried to joke, but it fizzled. No-one was feeling particularly hopeful, it appeared, and everyone seemed at a loss without their magic - even Amanda had to admit she felt more vulnerable than she had in a long while. "And in the meantime, we rest up and hope for the best."
It took far longer than usual for someone to come into the kitchen, or at least, that's what it seemed to the shrunken-down group. But at last, footsteps approached — a series of reverberating footsteps that seemed to shake the very tile of the kitchen's large expanse. The shaking only grew in intensity as the visitor neared.
Somewhere high above, a left out jello cup rumbled ominously as the source of the noise appeared from the hallway.
The slow-moving figure was a hazy silhouette mainly blocked out by the kitchen's islands and chairs, but he was tall, barefoot, and placing each foot on the floor in a way that might be stomping if not for the surety of the motion, like every footfall was a claim to land. His features were almost unintelligible across the distance of the floor, but a pair of Buick-sized wings on each ankle could be clearly seen as the man made his way to the sink.
Megan squeaked and froze. As the giant winged feet thundered through the kitchen, suddenly her task seemed a lot more daunting. Courage, girl. It was just Namor. Looking to the others, she thought of how tiny and helpless they looked. This had to work! Megan took off into the air and sailed over an island to land on top of the paper towel holder by the sink.
"Hey! Hey, listen! It's me, Megan! Namor, I'm tiny!"
The giant figure didn't acknowledge her at all, but his attention, as she could see now, was firmly on his phone. Tap. Tap. Swipe.
"'Ello?!" she squeaked. It was no good. She had to get closer. "Oi! Over here!" She shouted from just beyond the edge of his screen, arms waving and wings buzzing. If the phone had had an extended antenna, she'd be standing on it.
Tap. Tap. Pause.
With hardly a blink, Namor waved aggressively, but absently, at the spec hovering near his display.
"Namor!" Megan shouted, this time mere centimeters from the end of his nose. "Look, it's me! I'm tiny and I need help!"
Another swat. Harder this time -- his super reflexes causing a surge of air to go hand in hand with, well, the obvious as he patted in front of his face.
Namor was squinting now, at least, but the flush that spread across his features spoke more of annoyance than promise. For all of Pixie's enthusiasm, super hearing wasn't one of King of Atlantis's gifts (and, some might argue, regular hearing as well). She was merely too small to hear.
Megan darted out of the way, buffeted by the moving air, her heart racing with panic and her dust prickling to the surface of her skin. "You big oaf!"
She flew back to the others, her anger fading into disappointment. "It's no good, I'm just a fly to him. I couldn't get his attention without getting myself smooshed."
Amanda had watched, heart in her throat, as Megan had narrowly escaped being swatted like a bug. "'M just glad you're all right," she replied, reaching over to squeeze the younger girl's shoulder. "But that decides it - we're going to have to get out of this mess ourselves. Trying to get anyone's attention is just too bloody dangerous for any of us, especially with the magic running low. Too bad we can't get a recharge..." Then her expression brightened. "That's it!"
Topaz scrubbed her eyes, looking around. "What's it?" Hopefully Amanda hadn't lost it and wasn't about to suggest they start their own tiny community.
"We need a power source, right? One our tiny selves can use. Well, I have one - the wych I keep in my room. It's away from the city, so it's really only picking up ambient magic. It'll be perfect!" Amanda sounded almost childishly excited. "All we have to do is get to it."
The mansion kitchen was large by normal standards, but when you were barely half an inch tall, it was HUGE. Having slipped through the gap under the door, the group gathered in a quiet corner, where they could take a break from scuttling across large expanses of floor and even eat a little - Megan, as the flyer, had been able to knock various crumbs down from the counters and table, as well as collect some water from a dripping faucet in a bottle cap that had gone unnoticed by the cleaner.
"I suppose our next step is to try and get someone's attention," said Amanda as she finished a fragment of bread crumb. She wasn't as tired as she had been, but a nagging empty feeling had her worried. Something wasn't right. She tried the werelight spell, snapping her fingers, but all she got was a few sparks. "But it looks like I'm tapped. And I'm not bouncing back, either."
Clea copied the spell Amanda just tried but it frizzled short after two seconds later. "Same. I am still pretty hungry." She reached over and took another piece of the crumbles that was served for them. "What time is it? I thought this place was full of people but I haven't seen another person since this morning."
"I'm not sure," Billy shook his head, looking around the room. "The shadows are all wrong from this angle." At this point, he'd given up on spells. What should have been a situation with plentiful energy just wasn't cutting it. "How are you holding up, Topaz?"
"Oh I'm brilliant," Topaz said honestly. All things considered, this wasn't the worst thing that had happened to her. The strangest by far, but not the worst. "Can't make a magical spark, but brilliant. So how are we gonna fix this?"
Stephen pulled a stone that he'd been practising charging from his pocket, pulling all the power from it he could he waved his hand, a feeble werelight spluttering to life in front of him for a few seconds before dying away as he grimaced and through the pebble away. "Looks like my stones kept some charge, but they must have lost most of it when they shrunk down too," he complained.
"I still can't feel my magic, either," Megan said, frowning at the giant sugar crystal in her hand. So this was what it was like to be mostly cut off from the demon part of her. It felt... not as good as she'd imagined. "So the next full-size person that comes into the kitchen, shall I fly up then and say 'ello then?"
"Probably our best bet, yeah. At least we're in the most popular room in the mansion, right?" Amanda tried to joke, but it fizzled. No-one was feeling particularly hopeful, it appeared, and everyone seemed at a loss without their magic - even Amanda had to admit she felt more vulnerable than she had in a long while. "And in the meantime, we rest up and hope for the best."
It took far longer than usual for someone to come into the kitchen, or at least, that's what it seemed to the shrunken-down group. But at last, footsteps approached — a series of reverberating footsteps that seemed to shake the very tile of the kitchen's large expanse. The shaking only grew in intensity as the visitor neared.
Somewhere high above, a left out jello cup rumbled ominously as the source of the noise appeared from the hallway.
The slow-moving figure was a hazy silhouette mainly blocked out by the kitchen's islands and chairs, but he was tall, barefoot, and placing each foot on the floor in a way that might be stomping if not for the surety of the motion, like every footfall was a claim to land. His features were almost unintelligible across the distance of the floor, but a pair of Buick-sized wings on each ankle could be clearly seen as the man made his way to the sink.
Megan squeaked and froze. As the giant winged feet thundered through the kitchen, suddenly her task seemed a lot more daunting. Courage, girl. It was just Namor. Looking to the others, she thought of how tiny and helpless they looked. This had to work! Megan took off into the air and sailed over an island to land on top of the paper towel holder by the sink.
"Hey! Hey, listen! It's me, Megan! Namor, I'm tiny!"
The giant figure didn't acknowledge her at all, but his attention, as she could see now, was firmly on his phone. Tap. Tap. Swipe.
"'Ello?!" she squeaked. It was no good. She had to get closer. "Oi! Over here!" She shouted from just beyond the edge of his screen, arms waving and wings buzzing. If the phone had had an extended antenna, she'd be standing on it.
Tap. Tap. Pause.
With hardly a blink, Namor waved aggressively, but absently, at the spec hovering near his display.
"Namor!" Megan shouted, this time mere centimeters from the end of his nose. "Look, it's me! I'm tiny and I need help!"
Another swat. Harder this time -- his super reflexes causing a surge of air to go hand in hand with, well, the obvious as he patted in front of his face.
Namor was squinting now, at least, but the flush that spread across his features spoke more of annoyance than promise. For all of Pixie's enthusiasm, super hearing wasn't one of King of Atlantis's gifts (and, some might argue, regular hearing as well). She was merely too small to hear.
Megan darted out of the way, buffeted by the moving air, her heart racing with panic and her dust prickling to the surface of her skin. "You big oaf!"
She flew back to the others, her anger fading into disappointment. "It's no good, I'm just a fly to him. I couldn't get his attention without getting myself smooshed."
Amanda had watched, heart in her throat, as Megan had narrowly escaped being swatted like a bug. "'M just glad you're all right," she replied, reaching over to squeeze the younger girl's shoulder. "But that decides it - we're going to have to get out of this mess ourselves. Trying to get anyone's attention is just too bloody dangerous for any of us, especially with the magic running low. Too bad we can't get a recharge..." Then her expression brightened. "That's it!"
Topaz scrubbed her eyes, looking around. "What's it?" Hopefully Amanda hadn't lost it and wasn't about to suggest they start their own tiny community.
"We need a power source, right? One our tiny selves can use. Well, I have one - the wych I keep in my room. It's away from the city, so it's really only picking up ambient magic. It'll be perfect!" Amanda sounded almost childishly excited. "All we have to do is get to it."
