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daybreakacademy2019-03-25 10:54 am
eudaimonikos) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-03-25 10:54 am
New York, New York
Who: Michael and the Drama Club
What: Drama Club class trip to NYC! Gonna see the sights! Absolutely not fight any monsters in the subway tunnels!
Where: A plane / New York City
When: March 29 - March 31
Warnings: None anticipated?
Flyin' High
[The flight to America leaves late - a necessity, given that it's the last day of finals and some students may still have had tests to take. But it's going to be a long one anyway, so sleeping through as much as possible is probably a good idea.
Fortunately, the group has first-class seats. Michael's always willing to spend Daybreak's money, and he's never bothered with human air travel before. He wants the best out of this experience!
This is probably a good thing, because the flight is so, so long. Hopefully you can get some rest.]
Out and About
[We've got a few days to kill in the city!
Michael doesn't want any students going out entirely alone, but he's only one professor and there's a lot of them, so he doesn't mind if people break off to do their own things so long as they're at least partnered up. There's plenty to do in New York, after all! There's no way for one person to see it all during this trip!
Of course, the hotel is also pretty nice, for when you get tired of walking. There's several suites for the students to divide among themselves, while Michael has his own room nearby. It's attached to one of the student rooms by a door which he has very clearly locked and may or may not ever answer. He probably shouldn't be a chaperone.]
Daemons for Ham
[It's time to go see Hamilton! Where did Michael get tickets? Don't worry about it.
He snaps his fingers before the group leaves the hotel, and suddenly you all look like child versions of yourself. Or, at least, what Michael imagines you looked like as children; he only knew a few of you at that time, so he's just making stuff up.]
Now, if anyone speaks to you, you're all orphans from, oh, eight to twelve, and you're dying. Don't take off the illusions, no running - can anyone cry on command? This is important Drama Club stuff.
[And off we go!]
What: Drama Club class trip to NYC! Gonna see the sights! Absolutely not fight any monsters in the subway tunnels!
Where: A plane / New York City
When: March 29 - March 31
Warnings: None anticipated?
Flyin' High
[The flight to America leaves late - a necessity, given that it's the last day of finals and some students may still have had tests to take. But it's going to be a long one anyway, so sleeping through as much as possible is probably a good idea.
Fortunately, the group has first-class seats. Michael's always willing to spend Daybreak's money, and he's never bothered with human air travel before. He wants the best out of this experience!
This is probably a good thing, because the flight is so, so long. Hopefully you can get some rest.]
Out and About
[We've got a few days to kill in the city!
Michael doesn't want any students going out entirely alone, but he's only one professor and there's a lot of them, so he doesn't mind if people break off to do their own things so long as they're at least partnered up. There's plenty to do in New York, after all! There's no way for one person to see it all during this trip!
Of course, the hotel is also pretty nice, for when you get tired of walking. There's several suites for the students to divide among themselves, while Michael has his own room nearby. It's attached to one of the student rooms by a door which he has very clearly locked and may or may not ever answer. He probably shouldn't be a chaperone.]
Daemons for Ham
[It's time to go see Hamilton! Where did Michael get tickets? Don't worry about it.
He snaps his fingers before the group leaves the hotel, and suddenly you all look like child versions of yourself. Or, at least, what Michael imagines you looked like as children; he only knew a few of you at that time, so he's just making stuff up.]
Now, if anyone speaks to you, you're all orphans from, oh, eight to twelve, and you're dying. Don't take off the illusions, no running - can anyone cry on command? This is important Drama Club stuff.
[And off we go!]
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-coach by the curtain! He's impersonating the pilot and trying to hijack the plane! The cockpit is locked and he might have already killed the actual pilot already! He is clearly an unstable man with only the most chaotic intentions! All of you should band together to take him down before the unmanned plane descends into the ocean!
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Of the people who are awake, only a few of them are actually prepared to just fucking haul off and attack this dangerous hijacker dude (?). Michael, not used to fighting in the regular human fashion, gets punched in the face.]
...huh.
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Well, it, uh... Looks like that problem has been solved~!
[And he's returning to first class, for at least fifteen minutes, until he inevitably gets bored again. For now, there are stroopwafels to try.]
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[Michael is still being attacked!
...although he seems to solve that situation rather quickly, judging by how long it takes him to make his way back up to first class.]
You could've said I had a gun. He wouldn't have punched me if I had a gun.
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[Granted, he sure did something to pacify everybody you riled up.]
I've never been punched like that before.
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[Then he looks at Michael excitedly.]
Never!? You're like a million years old and did I just give you a completely new experience!? That's amazing!
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[But he's upbeat, because he's generally in agreement about new experiences.]
No one would have punched me the way I was before! Except Mario, but I have no idea what the deal with that guy is.
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[He's never really seen a daemon that's not human-like in appearance.]
Hmm. Mario's weird, isn't he? My theory is he's some kind of boneless semi-gelatinous humanoid monster that can squish himself up into all kind of shapes and things! That's how he wriggles through the pipes and everything! No bones!
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[He could've manifested some, but he's pretty sure that wouldn't be considered fun by most humans.]
I think he's some kind of minor old god. Something that isn't actively worshipped anymore, but still gets plenty of power from old superstitious beliefs. And that annual Mar-10 festival.
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[What they believe about him is another matter, but eh.]
I've seen that guy just walking around the Outlands like he owns the place. It was more than a century ago, too, he is not aging like a mortal.
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[Is that some crazy power of his?]
He's probably an Outlands spy for agents of Nightfall. What do you think?
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[God, does he believe in Mario? He kinda believes in Mario!]
Him? No, no. He's too nice. Plus, he's definitely fought demons before.
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Is he... older than this world itself? A creator of all things before there were things?
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[But, because Mario is involved, he doesn't sound entirely certain.]
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[This is too much deep thought for him. He rummages through his confiscated food for something else oddly named to try. Oliebollen. Those look okay.]
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[Although like, he can't necessarily disprove that something made both him and it, or that said something was Mario.]
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So how was it made?
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[clearly MARIO JUMPED ON IT]
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[Maybe they're from another dimension?]
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[He went through a dimensional portal to the Outlands in White Chain's class and completely blanked on that.]
This flight's so long~! Why couldn't we have just taken a portal to New York!?
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