James Moriarty (
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Monster Mash
Who: Moriarty, Grimm, Jolyne, Rex, Tobias, Sarona, Maya, and Sherlock.
What: Mission time! And this time, it's certain to be a THRILLER night! ...I'm sorry.
Where: An open-air concert in Austria
When: October 17th
Warnings: Potential violence/death depending on player choices.
[They'd all gotten the lowdown - there was a shapeshifting artifact, and the threat of an entire concert of humans becoming undead slaves to a musician too big for his britches and arrogant enough to think there's no downside to using something so powerful to his own whims.
So, of course, the Academy sent people out to take care of it. And, of course, Moriarty decided to take charge. After a thorough briefing - Though leaving out some information about the singer himself, of course, to test their intelligence gathering skills - everyone found themselves at an open air concert, packed full of an excited crowd as security and roadies began to set up for the concert.
...However, the security and the roadies look a bit...odd. That's eerily good zombie makeup, after all...
Playing the part of a beleaguered chaperone to these teens and young adults, Moriarty seats himself a bit away, giving a tired wave - all an act, of course, and told beforehand during the briefing.]
Go on, go mingle in the crowd before the show starts. Aah, where are my earplugs...
[Of course, he never puts any in, and his eyes scan the crowd as the students scatter, keeping an eye out so he can potentially swoop in and defuse the situation if anything gets especially hairy.
Go time.]
What: Mission time! And this time, it's certain to be a THRILLER night! ...I'm sorry.
Where: An open-air concert in Austria
When: October 17th
Warnings: Potential violence/death depending on player choices.
[They'd all gotten the lowdown - there was a shapeshifting artifact, and the threat of an entire concert of humans becoming undead slaves to a musician too big for his britches and arrogant enough to think there's no downside to using something so powerful to his own whims.
So, of course, the Academy sent people out to take care of it. And, of course, Moriarty decided to take charge. After a thorough briefing - Though leaving out some information about the singer himself, of course, to test their intelligence gathering skills - everyone found themselves at an open air concert, packed full of an excited crowd as security and roadies began to set up for the concert.
...However, the security and the roadies look a bit...odd. That's eerily good zombie makeup, after all...
Playing the part of a beleaguered chaperone to these teens and young adults, Moriarty seats himself a bit away, giving a tired wave - all an act, of course, and told beforehand during the briefing.]
Go on, go mingle in the crowd before the show starts. Aah, where are my earplugs...
[Of course, he never puts any in, and his eyes scan the crowd as the students scatter, keeping an eye out so he can potentially swoop in and defuse the situation if anything gets especially hairy.
Go time.]
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What will she do?]
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*It's fun when you can smash windows and they don't make any obvious noise!*
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She'll see the Singer inside, getting ready for his show by applying his makeup.
Everything else in the room seems normal. Pretty much the standard stuff you'd notice anywhere. Clothing, a small fridge, makeup, a few stage props, a Microphone...]
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*Maya's not terribly graceful though so... yeah, that'll go well. If she's lucky she can hide in the dressing room a moment before she goes to check that microphone.*
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You've discovered the artifact, as humble as it may look now.
...However, Thorn chooses that moment to turn around, reaching for the mic.]
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*Bad news, the thing was about to get away from her. Maybe if she just spread her silence across the dressing room and hope that freaks Thorn out enough she can slip the mic under her capelet. Absolute silence would freak anyone normal out, right?*
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Looks like he likes to be in silence before a concert...?]
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Lead Singer
Microphone
*Once she's slipped her phone away, as that'd be visible outside her pocket, she goes back to following the lead singer. She can't stop the speakers in the venue, but she could keep the mic from picking up singing. Maybe that's enough.*