New York, New York

[eudaimonikos]

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!]

Comments

[missleading]

[ She knows when she's beat, and taking the sugar, she stirs some into her drink before taking a sip. Her expression brightens up considerably. ]

Much better~

[prisoneroffate]

[Ren will let it pass, he's not gonna rub it in. This time.]

How are you feeling? Still got space?

[missleading]

[ Minako considers this, humming quietly in thought. ]

I don't want to ruin my appetite for later. [ ??? ] And I wanna see what you have planned next.

[prisoneroffate]

Apparently there's a museum dedicated to that Hamilton guy, if you're interested.

[missleading]

Really, a museum? For one whole guy?

[ How famous is he?! ]

[prisoneroffate]

Guess so! It sounds like he was pretty big in the early government or something.

[missleading]

Man, Americans are weird.

[ That definitely isn't a no. Quite the opposite it seems, as she grabs his hand and stands up, pulling Ren to his feet. Time to see what all the fuss is about. ]

[prisoneroffate]

[As it turns out, the museum, if you would call it that, appears to be the converted home of said individual]

Huh.

I'm not sure what I expected, but I don't think this is it.

[missleading]

[ Why is everything out here so large? Minako tilts her head to one side, curling her hand at her chin contemplatively. ]

How many people do you think could live in here?

[prisoneroffate]

He apparently had eight kids, so...

[missleading]

[ ... ]

...Suddenly that puts so many things in perspective.

[ Oh my god Minako pls. ]

[prisoneroffate]

On the plus side it means the musical was at least a little bit accurate!

[missleading]

[ Well, he's not wrong. That response pulls an amused smirk out of her, as she looks back at the house. ]

I can't imagine what it must have been like to have a big family like that.

[prisoneroffate]

Well, living on our floor is LIKE having a big family. Or something.

[missleading]

[ Minako pauses as she considers this, her smile growing. ]

Does that mean I should put people in headlocks like you do to Hibiki-kun?

[ Not sure why you went that direction, Minako, but okay. ]

[prisoneroffate]

It's both effective and persuasive.

[Please do he wants to see this]

[missleading]

I'll have to remember that for the future~

[ What is that grin, Minako. ]

[prisoneroffate]

[The trip around the museum and a few other locales in New York seems to pass in a blur. As they walk along the street, the sun is just starting to dip]

Got any room for dinner?

[missleading]

[ All and all, it's a great day, and definitely the best birthday Minako has had in a long time. When he asks about dinner plans, she doesn't think anything of it, humming in thought before smiling brightly at him. ]

I might have a little bit.

[ They both know that's a vast understatement. ]

[prisoneroffate]

Good. Our reservation's in about half an hour, so we should have plenty of time to get to the restaurant. Let's go!

[missleading]

[ ...Wait. ]

Eh? Reservation?

[ She remembers the last time, Ren! ]

[prisoneroffate]

Wouldn't be much of a birthday date if I didn't pull out all the stops, would it?

[missleading]

[ When he puts it like that, she can't deny it. It's still unexpected, and a few pieces begin falling into place. Well, if they've come this far... ]

Then you don't get to say no when I return the favor for your birthday.

[ And any dates after, when she tries to get the bill first. ]

[prisoneroffate]

Of course. Wouldn't be fair otherwise.