After Sherryl had put her stuff in the dresser and
bookshelf next to her bed, she decided to it was time to go to sleep. After
all, it was pretty late- she had had dinner before being brought here. For
all she knew, this was just some crazy dream she was having.
The next morning, Sherryl woke up slowly, laying in bed and snuggling her blankets, before she realized that this wasn't HER bed or even her room. The next thing that she remembered was that there was something she had to attend at noon... Idly, she wandered what time it was.
::It is 8:30,:: came a voice in her head. That reminded her of Femela, her very own Companion. Strangely, though, she had a headache that she hadn't had before Femela told her the time.
Sighing at being awake, she slowly changed from her nightgown to a light violet robe with grey trim and armbands that was folded on her end table with a note telling her that it was her uniform, she was expected to wear it, and there were more in her dresser. She didn't bother to wonder how they had gotten there, probably mind-magic or something.
Having changed into the robe, which did not look good on her at all, she went out into the hall and started to wander around. Figuring there was nothing better to do, she headed in the direction of the dining hall. On the steps, she met another girl--at least, she was vaguely feminine--who introduced herself as "Platedlizard."
"Um... Do you mind if I just call you Liz or Lizard or something? I don't think that I'll remember the whole thing..." Sherryl took a closer look at the girl, if that's what she was. She looked odd. Not in a bad way or anything, she just looked kind of off. She decided that she might as well ask, and so she did.
"Sure, I don't mind. Um, about why I look the way I do... I kind of put down something along the lines of "either or" for gender on my application, or at least that's what Miss Slyfox told me, and they decided to take me on my word and so I'm a hermaphrodite here." Lizard seemed rather embarrassed by that fact.
"That's weird. Cool, but weird. You said it's because of how you filled out your application? Huh." By now, the two of them were at the dining hall, which was starting to slowly fill up, and they chose an empty table to continue their conversation at. They chatted about their favorite characters, least favorite characters, the stories they had written, and so on and so forth.
After a while, Teena strolled in and sat down at the end of their table, looking like she was thinking something over. She looked around the room, and every now and then, as she looked at certain students, she would chuckle a bit. When she glanced at Lizard, she just grinned a bit and shook her head. Like everyone else, she was wearing a light purple robe, only hers had green trim and armbands.
Sherryl and Lizard continued their conversation on whether or not Vanyel was a Marty Stu until people started entering the room and sitting at the long tables situated along the front wall. Some of them were wearing Heraldic Whites, Healer's Greens or Bardic Scarlet, and more of them in various other clothes, but a number of them were wearing shades of dark purple.
Once the tables were filled, one of the people dressed in purple, a young woman, stood up. The first thing that Sherryl noted about her, other than her purple clothes, was her hair- long, brown, and in a severe braid that hung past her waist. "My name is Miss WyldeHorse," she said clearly, bright blue eyes surveying the students. "I am the dean of this Collegium, the Official Fanfiction Collegium of Valdemar. I'm sure that you all know why you are here, yes?" At this, she was answered by mumbled "yes."
"Good. Then I don't have to explain. Behind me are the staff and teachers of this school. You will notice that most, but not all, of them are canon characters from Mercedes Lackey's books. The only people that you need to know, however, are myself and the two Student Advisors. To my left we have Miss Violet White," and the person who stood up next to her was the girl who had brought Sherryl in. She really looked far too young to be a teacher, though. "And to my right is Miss Slyfox." The young woman who stood up was in fact a very masculine young woman, with her hair cut insanely short, among other things. In fact, she could easily have passed for a man.
"If you have any trouble at all, I suggest that you see them. At the very least, they can have a good laugh over it. They may even be able to help you, or at least direct you to someone else who can." At this point, the two Student Advisors smirked and sat back down, "And if you should happen to drastically or repeatedly misbehave, then you will be seeing with me. As the dean of this Collegium, I reserve the right to reprimand and punish you as I see fit."
"Now, as you leave after lunch, you will be handed your schedules. I trust that you have already been shown your rooms and met your roommates. If not, then you can do so after lunch."
"As for the rules you will be following while you attend the Collegium. As in all of the other collegiums here in Haven, you will all have chores to do. They won't be too much, don't worry. They will all be after dinner sometime, to be decided later. You are not to be writing any unauthorized fanfiction until you have earned your Author's License at the end of your schooling here. Any Unlicensed fanfiction will be. . . dealt with. The author of the fiction will be seeing me, and the story itself will be sent to the PPC. Anything else will probably be fairly minor, and you will be warned about it if you are found doing it."
"For the protection of the canon staff, we have with us the Mini-Wyrsa. They are spawned whenever the name of a canon character is miss-spelled in a fanfiction. Their favorite sport is weave pole racing, with fangirls standing in as the poles. That duty will go to any student deemed worthy of it."
"Some of you may have noticed that you have a Companion and/or one or more bondbird. This is because you filled out the application saying that you do. However, unlike their normal counterparts, any mindspeech with your Companion of bondbird will cause a headache, and the headache will get worse the longer the conversation lasts. This is because, as you are not from this fandom, your minds are not as compatible with the Companions and bondbirds. During your final semester with us, however, the bond will be altered so that you can experience what it's really like to have this sort of bond."
"You are also expected to care for your Companion and/or bondirds. For those of you who do not know how, they can tell you. Every day, your Companion must be groomed, and you also feed him or her if you so desire. Bondbirds must be taken out to hunt and get exercise, and may need help preening. You are to do all of this in your own time."
"Now, you may have your lunch." At that, she sat back down, and some of the students closer to the kitchen got up to start handing out food.
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There. Finally, the Introduction Speech. I had expected to get this out sooner. As before, feel free to sign up as a student if you want. I still have a number of open positions. Don't be shy!
The next morning, Sherryl woke up slowly, laying in bed and snuggling her blankets, before she realized that this wasn't HER bed or even her room. The next thing that she remembered was that there was something she had to attend at noon... Idly, she wandered what time it was.
::It is 8:30,:: came a voice in her head. That reminded her of Femela, her very own Companion. Strangely, though, she had a headache that she hadn't had before Femela told her the time.
Sighing at being awake, she slowly changed from her nightgown to a light violet robe with grey trim and armbands that was folded on her end table with a note telling her that it was her uniform, she was expected to wear it, and there were more in her dresser. She didn't bother to wonder how they had gotten there, probably mind-magic or something.
Having changed into the robe, which did not look good on her at all, she went out into the hall and started to wander around. Figuring there was nothing better to do, she headed in the direction of the dining hall. On the steps, she met another girl--at least, she was vaguely feminine--who introduced herself as "Platedlizard."
"Um... Do you mind if I just call you Liz or Lizard or something? I don't think that I'll remember the whole thing..." Sherryl took a closer look at the girl, if that's what she was. She looked odd. Not in a bad way or anything, she just looked kind of off. She decided that she might as well ask, and so she did.
"Sure, I don't mind. Um, about why I look the way I do... I kind of put down something along the lines of "either or" for gender on my application, or at least that's what Miss Slyfox told me, and they decided to take me on my word and so I'm a hermaphrodite here." Lizard seemed rather embarrassed by that fact.
"That's weird. Cool, but weird. You said it's because of how you filled out your application? Huh." By now, the two of them were at the dining hall, which was starting to slowly fill up, and they chose an empty table to continue their conversation at. They chatted about their favorite characters, least favorite characters, the stories they had written, and so on and so forth.
After a while, Teena strolled in and sat down at the end of their table, looking like she was thinking something over. She looked around the room, and every now and then, as she looked at certain students, she would chuckle a bit. When she glanced at Lizard, she just grinned a bit and shook her head. Like everyone else, she was wearing a light purple robe, only hers had green trim and armbands.
Sherryl and Lizard continued their conversation on whether or not Vanyel was a Marty Stu until people started entering the room and sitting at the long tables situated along the front wall. Some of them were wearing Heraldic Whites, Healer's Greens or Bardic Scarlet, and more of them in various other clothes, but a number of them were wearing shades of dark purple.
Once the tables were filled, one of the people dressed in purple, a young woman, stood up. The first thing that Sherryl noted about her, other than her purple clothes, was her hair- long, brown, and in a severe braid that hung past her waist. "My name is Miss WyldeHorse," she said clearly, bright blue eyes surveying the students. "I am the dean of this Collegium, the Official Fanfiction Collegium of Valdemar. I'm sure that you all know why you are here, yes?" At this, she was answered by mumbled "yes."
"Good. Then I don't have to explain. Behind me are the staff and teachers of this school. You will notice that most, but not all, of them are canon characters from Mercedes Lackey's books. The only people that you need to know, however, are myself and the two Student Advisors. To my left we have Miss Violet White," and the person who stood up next to her was the girl who had brought Sherryl in. She really looked far too young to be a teacher, though. "And to my right is Miss Slyfox." The young woman who stood up was in fact a very masculine young woman, with her hair cut insanely short, among other things. In fact, she could easily have passed for a man.
"If you have any trouble at all, I suggest that you see them. At the very least, they can have a good laugh over it. They may even be able to help you, or at least direct you to someone else who can." At this point, the two Student Advisors smirked and sat back down, "And if you should happen to drastically or repeatedly misbehave, then you will be seeing with me. As the dean of this Collegium, I reserve the right to reprimand and punish you as I see fit."
"Now, as you leave after lunch, you will be handed your schedules. I trust that you have already been shown your rooms and met your roommates. If not, then you can do so after lunch."
"As for the rules you will be following while you attend the Collegium. As in all of the other collegiums here in Haven, you will all have chores to do. They won't be too much, don't worry. They will all be after dinner sometime, to be decided later. You are not to be writing any unauthorized fanfiction until you have earned your Author's License at the end of your schooling here. Any Unlicensed fanfiction will be. . . dealt with. The author of the fiction will be seeing me, and the story itself will be sent to the PPC. Anything else will probably be fairly minor, and you will be warned about it if you are found doing it."
"For the protection of the canon staff, we have with us the Mini-Wyrsa. They are spawned whenever the name of a canon character is miss-spelled in a fanfiction. Their favorite sport is weave pole racing, with fangirls standing in as the poles. That duty will go to any student deemed worthy of it."
"Some of you may have noticed that you have a Companion and/or one or more bondbird. This is because you filled out the application saying that you do. However, unlike their normal counterparts, any mindspeech with your Companion of bondbird will cause a headache, and the headache will get worse the longer the conversation lasts. This is because, as you are not from this fandom, your minds are not as compatible with the Companions and bondbirds. During your final semester with us, however, the bond will be altered so that you can experience what it's really like to have this sort of bond."
"You are also expected to care for your Companion and/or bondirds. For those of you who do not know how, they can tell you. Every day, your Companion must be groomed, and you also feed him or her if you so desire. Bondbirds must be taken out to hunt and get exercise, and may need help preening. You are to do all of this in your own time."
"Now, you may have your lunch." At that, she sat back down, and some of the students closer to the kitchen got up to start handing out food.
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There. Finally, the Introduction Speech. I had expected to get this out sooner. As before, feel free to sign up as a student if you want. I still have a number of open positions. Don't be shy!