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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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[If they are going to watch a movie.]
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[He'll just, uh. Shove this bag out into the aisle with his foot while you go get that. This bag is banished now.]
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Nana decides it's 2 in the morning and she's just... gonna get her table. It takes a second; she's back after a bit, though, and plops back down into the seat next to him, and puts the tablet on the tray.]
Here we go.
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[Michael settles in with some cookies to munch. LET'S WATCH MOULIN ROUGE]
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It's after the elephant room -- and the duet -- that she looks at Michael.]
What do you think so far?
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[He gestures vaguely, as if to encompass all the colors, activity, and general spinning.]
...stuff.
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[And sure enough: it's a TRAGEDY. She's terminally ill.
And he can't help her.
Nana sighs, sadly, after the Roxanne musical number.]
The use of songs is clever, too...
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Roxanne, on the other hand, is a fucking killer number.]
That was cool! I do like dancing. [Even if that dance was bizarrely sexual?] Though I don't really see what his problem was. It was only practical for her to sleep with the Duke.
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[She taps her finger, then glances at him. He--well, it's maybe not a surprising reaction from a daemon.
Even if it is practical.]
I think the idea is that he should have known better, he knows that, and he's angry with himself and her at the same time.
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[But - yeah, humans do act on nastier emotions like that a lot.]
Guess she couldn't really commit to doing it anyway...
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And then she... dies. Nana looks a little sad, then; Satine was basically her favorite character. She sighs, a little, and then at the end, she's wiping at her eyes while Christian is drunk, bitter, and typing.]
...See? It didn't really end happily.
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[...at least that means that on some level, he agrees that the ending wasn't ideal?]
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[She pauses, though, before she explains:]
It's a sad ending, but I like it anyways.
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[if you think about it, this is just Michael writing a fixfic in his head, ANYWAY]
It was fun, though.
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[Would Nana have killed the Duke, in Satine's position?
After her time here, without a doubt. It's why she likes it; she can pretend she's someone else.]
It was fun! I saw this when I was little--um, about twelve. And I've loved it ever since.
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[he's joking, most likely]
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