#midwestern-liberal

All students are to avoid the science center after midnight.

Etymology majors, stop trying to guess True names.

The athletics department is now offering scholarships for archery. We need new warriors.

Theatre Major Wrens, we don’t know what you did, but all ten of you have managed to anger the gargoyle. Please stop.

Pajama day is next Woden’s Day.

Cattail grows wild flowers in her dorm room. The scent keeps away the dark ones.

Meringue hands out tiny cakes to every student he meets- even the changelings. It works.

Wren-the-art-major has silver nitrate tattoos. It hurt like hell, but saved her life.

Luxe whistles outside the cafe. The Gentry always listen, and sometimes they get a favor in return.

It’s not a replacement for iron and salt. But sometimes, creativity helps.

There is power in a name. That’s what everyone says. There is danger in a name. Most students understand. But those that don’t…  They hear a story.

Once, many years ago, there was a student who did not heed the warnings. A normal girl - history major. She went by Leona. The Lioness. It suited her. She was a warrior, here on an athletic scholarship. Respected. The faculty agreed. Smart girl, they said, She’ll do fine.

And she did. For a while.

All characters must be original. Any resemblance to any persons, student, faculty, or Gentry, is absolutely forbidden. Have we not learned our lesson? This is how the mascot lost her voice. 

- Aura, TA, Devised Theatre 101

There’s a boy who carries a sword around campus. It’s clearly old, but its edge is still razor sharp. When asked what it’s for, he says, simply, “Protection.”

There’s a girl that claims to be a witch. She buys up herbs, and will always lend out iron charms. Students of the forbidden major avoid her.

There’s a boy who no one’s ever seen, but everyone has heard of. Tales of his exploits abound. He’s at every party you go to- just in the next room over.

They say that the willow by the library is a gate to another dimension. That if you show up at just the right moment, you can catch a glimpse of it, and you will never be the same.

There are oddities out here in the woods, in the hills. Strange people, strange things, strange stories. But keep your cool, and you’ll do fine.

No one knows their name. No one knows their face. They are a mystery. They know everything- they are the head of admissions. All records are kept in their office. No one can remember meeting them. No one can remember them being hired. They do not answer questions, they will not help you, but they protect their own. If you are in serious trouble… Make an appointment.