Angie, the friendly face of the Montréal enclave, is keeping an eye out for interesting looking people to invite on a supply run.
"Wow..."
He adjusts his glasses, trying to get a better look- what does it do? Tomonori can tell there's some connection to her friend's necklace...he looks between the two of them in confusion until he realizes that there's a third-
"There are three! Where is it?"
Angie would also quite like paper, more pencils, sketchbooks if those are in evidence, and she expects Alex will want notebooks if there are any to be found. She also has a list of jewelry making supplies, some of which she has, all of which she'd still love to find.
"I'm Angie, by the way, Montréal enclave, artificing," she tells the newcomers. "This is my brother Alexei, he's in creative writing track, and our clavemates are Zed, languages, and Sara, who is a junior. That's not a bad idea," she adds to Tomonori.
She pulls out one of each type to show. All of them are made of woven wire and beaded with semiprecious stones, except the storage bracelet which has a single pinky-sized diamond inset in the band.
To Tomonori's sight there's a weave of magic overlaid, pooling in the semiprecious stones and being drawn through the wire to form a circle of taut energy. It looks like very solid work, especially for a freshman.
"Shielding enhances wards and shields cast while wearing it, Blasting does the same for hexes, Endurance helps you resist fatigue, poison and wounds, Storage stores months of mana almost losslessly. It works by reinforcing a conventional mana gem with a ring of semiprecious stones that circulate dissipating mana back into the diamond."
She looks over at Alex. "I'd trade for enchanted items, high-quality artificing materials like gemstones or precious wire, or enough straight mana. And I trade in all kinds of things, so if you have something you'd like to move I might be interested."
"Interesting!" And it sounds like something she could work out how to do, too. "Alex, we're fine for shielding," she reminds him, exasperated.
"There's nothing wrong with adding a little more on top," he returns. But he does go back to watching the ceiling and tables nearby.
Well, he's not entirely wrong, "Would you trade for enchanted earrings?" Angie asks. "We have an extra pair which improves the senses, it takes a little getting used to but when I say a little I mean 'typically an hour or so of extra jumpiness'."
She hands over the shielding bracelet, and tucks the earrings away into her pack.
"The endurance bracelets are specifically built not to make building mana harder. They stretch the zone where it sucks but you can keep moving and doing things."
She looks at Matsumoto. "I've got five Storage left to trade, after that you're looking at a much pricier commission cost. I would estimate I'll be able to manage maybe one a week here, between building the mana and putting in the work hours. Assuming my materials don't walk off."
And soon, the Prophesied One himself trots up. (Well, he doesn't know the actual Prophecied One is elsewhere, looking unintentionally foreboding). "Oh hey, more people. I'm Alexius, Jacksonville not-quite-an-enclave." He has a somewhat scorched power-sharer, and (to Tomonori) a bit less enchanted gear than is typical for enclavers, but a sort of faint aura that looks simultaneously right on him and... annoyed with him?
"Alexius the Great! Did you find anyone interesting? These are, let's see, Nia, from Notting Hill, Yolanda Park from NorCal, who I think you might have some things to trade with, Matsumoto Tomonori," pronounced nearly flawlessly, "and Lily from Canada, who has some interesting bracelets for sale."
Aw, he has a title already. He won't complain; he wouldn't have made the joke in the first place if it weren't enjoyable. "Hira Khan from Jaipur seemed well-prepared," and entirely too distracting, dammit, "but alas she was not in need of more supplies. We'll probably swap language tutoring, though." He waves to the newcomers. "I do love trading! Whatcha got?"
Self-buffs!!! "Self-buffs!!! Oh this is going to need, like, its own afternoon. I do self magic and I've managed to trick it into extending to potions, barely, but don't tell me or I might notice." He actually bounces with glee. "And you'll be writing more, let's be friends. What languages you got?"
"I have English and Mandarin! Some of the best ones are in Latin though. For you I've got stimulants, gut microbiome tweaks, slightly faster thinking, an untested ice spike and cold resistance I got from Hira, and a smattering of healing spells including one to staunch bleeding and oxygenate what's left."
"It kinda depends on how much biology you know. You can cover for nutrient deficiencies, help your body get the right tools to heal itself, recover a healthy balance after antibiotics, even produce unusual compounds if you don't mind how they come out. You can also make yourself deathly ill for days if you don't know what you're doing. My affinity makes it safer for me than most. Yours...might?"
"If you meant my spells, I can detect magic on enchanted items, unless they're hiding or they're complicated. I can detect poison. I can detect mals within my sight. That only helps sometimes. I have old spells, too, one that detects if something is clean, in Cantonese. I have one that can identify what a spell does even if you don't understand the language- that's in Classic Chinese, and it doesn't work on everything."
"Strength sounds wonderful. Speed and reflexes sound suspiciously close to Angie's, have you two been swapping? If not, how do they compare? I wouldn't say no to more variety." He's got more detail on the stimulants, too - one works more or less like a cup of coffee in exchange for a small chunk of mana, while the other is flexible and finicky and needs a constant trickle. He'll gladly swap thinking for strength and the stimulants for reflexes and speed.
He's also curious about the nature of Lily's enchanted bracelets and what she wants in trade. He mentions his plans to sell potions at breakfast if he gets the supplies he needs.
Very industrious of him. "You know," he remarks to Tomonori after the trade is done, "it turns out that it doesn't matter if something is fun as long as it's hard, for building mana." After a quick mal check, he pulls a deck of cards from a backpack pocket. "I know some really difficult card games."
Alexius heads that way too. "I can take point if Lily wouldn't mind letting me test out one of those shield bracelets, just for this run. I'm a tad more resilient than the average thanks to my affinity and I have a darn good envelope shield. Will be casting in Latin, FYI."
Alexius puts on the bracelet, makes sure no one is listening who doesn't want to be, and recites a poem in Latin. There's a faint shimmer around him, indeed looking a bit like a wetsuit, and he grins. "Oh this is nice. I can be the first one to open toolboxes and such. Combat folks, please blast anything that tries to nom me. I'm decent at close combat but more defensively oriented than offensively. I believe the hip young video gamers call this strategy tank-and-spank."
Onward.
Oh good that's a better outcome than expected. She's pretty and friendly and doesn't look like she's stunningly rich and has been her entire life, which a lot of the kids do. Is that a standard English greeting or is she not a native English speaker either? There are black people in America. Is she even black or is she Indian - "Nice to meet you to," he says, before he can further overthink this.
"Uh, yeah," he says to the other guy, even though he's not sure what spell that is or if it's a good idea. He'd like to find.... canned food? That trades well at home. He doesn't know what trades well here.
"I think we agreed to look for school supplies first," Angie tells him as he moves in closer. "Zed knows the way, but they also have a spell to point us to the best supply room. Hopefully one that hasn't been overpillaged..." On the first day, with a group this size, that should be safe enough.
Here, paper paper paper. Some cardstock and Sharpies would be nice, too, for signs and making his own cards. Check for mals, check for mals, check for mals, knife scuttling thing before it bites his ankle. Envelope shield is nice but no sense being wasteful.
Here, paper paper paper.
Down the stairs they go at Zed's heels, vigilant for mals and thinking about the supplies they hope to find.
(Sara gets to demonstrate the value of having an upperclassman along when she zaps a couple mals before anyone else sees them, though they probably would have caught them before anyone had actually been hurt)
"What's your track, Miguel?" Angie asks at a quiet point, "I'm Angie, from Montréal, mine's artificing, my brother who's circling us is Alex, in creative writing."
Alexius does his best to be in the way of anything that might jump at Zed.
It doesn't take too long to arrive at the first stairwell leading down to the language lab and storeroom level. But it doesn't feel quite right. It's the third stairwell, after a bit of a trudge and a detour near the back of Maleficaria Studies that wasn't strictly necessary, that seems most promising to Zed's magic. There are only two small mals hiding out there, easily dispatched with this many people on watch.
Descending is easy enough, but third floor landing is...dark.
-Sara moves to join Alexius at the front of the herd.
"It's the first week," she reminds the freshmen, "Don't relax, but don't start jumping at shadows now. Overvigilance can kill nearly as easily as nonvigilance."
She motions Alexei to stand with her at the door, and nudges it open.
Nothing comes charging out.
Sara and Angie follow on, knives out in the latter case, but Alexei pauses to wait for everyone to file in, his fireball hovering in the doorway and lighting both sides of it.
"I'm not actually sure how the scholomance even stocks these rooms, maybe expectation has something to do with it?"
Nia waits for things to be checked, and takes the flashlight and three jars and a big three-ring binder already full of paper and folders and a whole box of mechanical pencils, though she will portion those out if anyone else urgently wants them, and two rolls of tape, and a bright pink permanent marker. "The spell for finding is tremendous!" she exclaims.
Tomonori collects his paper and an empty three-ring binder and no hole punch. He'll deal with that later.
Many, many pens, though, and highlighters in a variety of colors (no blue, but that's fine). He offers a few pens (though not many...) to anyone who wants some.
"It's smart! Not many spells are so friendly with the school."
"We're very proud," Angie brushes against Zed's side as she passes.
Aha! She prods at a shelf carefully, double-checking, and then takes the two small cases of coloured pencils and a packet of sketchbooks on it, and grabs a quartet of spiral notebooks from the shelf above it to give to Alexei. Tape! She takes some of that, too, they hadn't spent space on it, figuring they'd be able to get a fairly early supply run in with both a combat specialist and Zed among their number.
-oh, and she grabs the packet of paper Sara was eyeing, too. Nice, sturdy stuff, maybe she needs it for shop? Angie makes a note to ask about it later.
He'll take a pencil and...oooooh, pens. One or two of those and a highlighter would be great. He spots a Sharpie on the lower shelf and snags it. And a fancy notebook...it tries to snap closed on his arm and he jerks back and thunks his mini-machete into it. Time to find a different notebook.
Eventually he locates a decent alternative, albeit with half the paper missing.
It's a good thing everyone else here has offensive capabilities! Tomonori will pretend he is also prepared to do more than notice an incoming mal.
Carrying all this paper without a way to get it in the binder..troubling. He looks around for a hole punch. ...there must be one near the binders, because that's where one would belong. Maybe it's hiding where Nia got her binder.
There! Hole punch. Tomonori picks that up, too. He starts putting paper in his binder as long as the others are still looking around.
Lily is late in, but there's enough even for her. She takes a nice large binder, some tape, a pair of Matsumoto's pens, and a couple highlighters. She also snags some lined paper and - ooh, is that a stapler? She prods it with her athame. Yep, that is indeed a stapler. It's a pretty cheap plastic one but it's already loaded with staples and she will absolutely take that.
There's still some paper left - she should fill her binder -
"Matsumoto, can I use your hole punch once you're done with it?"
She knows. They're for later. Angie motions with her full arms, "Hold them for me while I get my bag open?"
And to Yolanda, while she does that, "We'll trade for mana, I suppose, though I expect you need it more than we do. For completed projects and potions, if they're ones we're interested in. Homework, maintenance shifts, maybe language tutoring - do you know Japanese? Alexei and I are good enough at it that it won't bite us, but a little more polish wouldn't hurt. And Zed is doing language track."
"Yeah, I'm open to trading maintenance shifts or doing homework in exchange for supply runs, it's just Japanese in particular I can't help with. Although I'm considering picking it up, since it's not like I can get out of language lab entirely, so I'll have to pick up something, but I'm probably not going to get to better-than-you."
Miguel spends approximately an hour agonizing over how to talk to these people, who seem like they all share a common language, and he doesn't mean English, though it's probably not helping that his English is kind of rusty -
"I might be up for that as well," he says eventually. Probably the pause was long enough to be weird? Ugh. "I also brought cocaine specifically to trade alchemists. So if you can use that - or know anyone who can -"
"We have fatigue solutions," they could hardly not have them, "But we can get back to you on homework as well, and we'll be happy to trade projects for guidance to supplies, as said," Angie nods to Lily.
To Miguel, "None of us are alchemists- and we have better solutions for energy than coke, at keast for now. You'll want indies, upperclassmen, and older indies especially, for that, I expect. And I guess all the new blood, though they might not know they'll need it yet," she adds.
She gives him a small smile - she's sure he'll be able to find someone, but it sounds like it won't be this group - and then looks around at everyone, "Alchemy labs next?" She pauses, "Are you up for another casting so soon, or should we just proceed without?" she asks Zed.
"I think... Well, it's pretty mana expensive, especially three times," she glances at Sara.
"Our power-sink isn't limitless," says Sara, unimpressed. "Why don't some of you frosh donate some mana, rather than powering it all off of my work. Or we can take our chances with the alch labs, give the kid a break."
Strictly speaking Alexei doesn't need to take part in this but a little extra can't hurt, really. With a heavy internal sigh, he starts doing some math problems in his head and shoving the resulting mana into his power-sharer.
(Angie, meanwhile, is actually still gaining a little mana just from carrying her pack around. Alexei is not wrong to be worrying about her, for all she's not showing the strain, rather pretty much just channeling it into her cheer.)
Having established that nothing else is trying to eat them, Alexius finishes up. "Iiiii would rather not get in the habit of distracting myself with mana-building on supply runs, especially as the designated mal attractant. But I do in fact have a power-sharer and am entitled to draw on it as long as I pay it back, which I will once I sell my potions, which I will have more to sell if I happen to find a nice fat stock of mercury downstairs. Therefore..." and he siphons off some mana for Zed.
Alexei reluctantly passes them to Angie after a moment, not being the safest person to be following around. She holds onto their arm as they descend deeper into the school, keeping them from running into anything.
None of them particularly need anything from the alchemy storage, though, so they're mostly just guarding and planning on taking whatever is there that piques interest.
"Thank you, Zed, and Sir Spell the Marvelous!"
Spells probably aren't like items in that they need you to appreciate them to behave the way you want them to, but it seems only fair to be nice to Zed and his spell. Tomonori is glad Nia started the thankfulness train- he probably wouldn't have thought of it on his own.
He can't help with her coconut oil dilemma, so hopefully the ladle will do. Attar, resin, seeds, powder...ore, if he's lucky, although maybe the school thinks that's only for artificing. He can imagine it getting confused.
Nia ladles coconut oil into her jar, humming merrily, and puts the rock salt chunks and little vial of pine sap each in her pants pockets, previously turned out for safety reasons but now shovable back into her pants, since her backpack is now very full and she has a second binder to carry too.
Non-alchemists will still have to take intro to lab. Two of the Montréalites go through the shelves for valuable trade goods - there's not a lot that one would really call very rare but there's plenty of common and somewhat uncommon ingredients for the taking, as well as equipment. Alex takes enough equipment to set up a lab in his room, actually.
Tomonori is investigating these shelves in the back of the room. He finds...powder, although he can't tell if it's sandalwood, and he doesn't have an enchantment for identifying powders on his glasses. Maybe the school will give him one. He can worry about that later. For now he has alchemy supplies! Exciting. He collects the powder and jasmine attar and caraway seeds.
"I found some metals here, if anyone wants to look."
Not the ore he wanted, but that's okay. Tomonori puts some of it away that he doesn't recognize. He won't be able to carry much else anyway.
Lily smiles at Alex and thanks him, then takes a small magnet out of her pack and touches the silvery metal with it. It doesn't stick.
"Aluminum," she agrees. "Tin's magnetic." She takes some of the silver and copper cubes, as well as a set of glassware which she carefully puts in the top of her bag, padded carefully with the paper she fetched earlier. That fills most of her space - but the empty beaker can still hold something, so she points out the high shelf she's too short to reach. "More seeds and oils up there."
After dutifully mal-checking the nooks and crannies, Alexius beelines for a tiny cupboard in the back and cackles over a dusty steel bottle filled with mercury. And there's silver, and he spotted some fluorite and even carnelian on the shelves, and there's enough glassware and metal left over for a bootleg brewery in his room. He's over the moon.
"Zed, you are the greatest. There will be eidetic memory potions at breakfast, I'm gonna move up my timetable with this haul." Hint hint, weirdly altruistic spell.
"Yep," last thing, best thing for her, most dangerous for them all. At least she has a lot of space left in her bag, actually, courtesy of carrying most of Alexei's stuff through induction. "Pass the mana in, make your lists, and we'll be on our way." She accepts Lily's mana as she says this.
Angie purses her lips, and accepts mana without comment.
(Alexei misses all of that, busy securing a bit of tubing to the bottom of his bag. Zed's expression gets a momentary concerned look, before he goes back to mal watch.)
Once the mana is all passed in, Angie nudges Zed, "One more?"
Angie leads them out in the middle of the group again, keeping a grip on their shirt as they keep a grip on hers, and an eye on the ceiling and floor. Same strategy as the last two times - shielded guy in front, upperclassman spotting for him, Alexei in the rear.
(Wire and gems and glass sand and she'd probably kill someone for a good set of etching and engraving tools-)
Let's see, what tools did he forego due to the weight limits, or could loan out as a rarity...a crowbar, maybe, good synergy with his strength spell for getting at locked stuff when finesse fails. He's gonna have to do most of his furniture work by hand to save mana, so, one of those screwdriver and wrench sets with multiple fitting sizes, he wouldn't put it past the Scholomance to have, like, Tamper-pruf screws. Hex wrench. Metal glue, to further enhance his paranoid room sealing. That's probably enough to start but a spare multitool wouldn't go amiss either.
The path this time bypasses one stairwell and then doubles back towards it after descending the second one. After a bit more walking and a turnoff just short of the usual shop supply location on the blueprints, a door labeled MMXLVIII can be seen in the corridor wall. A trio of tiny mals flee from the light in lurching hops when Alexius opens it.
That's...concerning, but also probably not his business. Alexius pokes about for tools, instead, making a pleased noise when he finds a crowbar.
A few mal vermin, including one cunningly disguised as a dollop of running wood glue, do attempt to bite Yolanda, but they don't get through the gloves.
Nia has some Hard Decisions to make about what to take, here. She can tie a few things to her backpack straps, though they will clonk annoyingly against her legs. She can put small objects in her remaining two jars, and wear the tape on her wrist. She can carry both binders in her arms, that's not much worse than hauling just one, and she can tape things in place if they're sticking out of her bag too precariously. But she can still only fit one clamp if she also wants the slip roller which she really does, so she weighs her various choices and picks a nice generic one that looks sufficiently adjustable.
Angie collects wire and a small bag of semi-precious gems and two jars of sand and a screwdriver to augment the one on her multi-tool, which she pats lovingly as she packs her things up. She also finds a beautiful little hammer, and a graver which she had half expected to be on the list of things the spell couldn't find, and she vibrates in place happily for a moment as she grips both to her chest before sliding them carefully into her bag, radiating glee.
And then she packs everything away and goes to crouch next to Alexei and Zed, taking the latter's hand and squeezing gently.
There is really a lot of wire. Lily pockets four spools of gleaming copper, three of brass, and one shining silver. And a long piece of steel, about the size of a ruler but a good few centimeters thick, pockmarked with holes of varying diameters. She tucks a clamp and a ball-peen hammer into her belt on opposite sides.
Tomonori is so pleased with all of the spoils! What a good spell. He'll need to work to build back that mana later, but it'll be worth it. He'll jog to his room and to dinner. He'll stick around enough to be properly polite to the Montréal enclave, who have been very helpful today.
"Thank you for the supplies! It's a very smart spell," he says to Zed.
Yolanda passes him one of her coconut oil jars, some wire, and a couple of aluminum cubes. "--I didn't have any idea what you'd, uh, want or need," she adds belatedly. "But even if this stuff is useless to you it's perfectly good trade goods, plus of course coconut oil is edible so if you're ever in a pinch for calories."