James Moriarty (
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daybreakacademy2019-10-18 08:38 am
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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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Since she didn't bring her heavy-duty inks with her, trying to travel light, she pulls out the small vials she does have and mixes them together. And to boost the ink's power she purposefully pokes herself in the eye with enough force to draw out some tears. Just one drop was enough for the ink before using it write some runes of her own onto those cords. Runes that would have the speakers amplifying something very different.
Because everyone loved Heavy Metal Baby Shark right?]
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But yes, all this works quite well. She has successfully rerouted-]
Huh?
[...Uh oh. One of the human staff has noticed the switcharoo - and he's squinting at her handiwork.]
...Were these supposed to look like this?
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The fake rat screeched just as it burst out from around the side of the soundboard, tail swiping back and forth as it ran around, as if trying to scurry for another hiding place.]
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[The man jumps back, screaming in shock - and quickly takes off.
Yeah, now she can say she's Successfully rerouted the speakers.]
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Question is...what does she need to next? She sends a text off to Moriarty:
Had fun with the soundboard with runes all over it. Wanted to amp some music and I gave it to them. What's next, Captain?]
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Gonna go have a talk with the hot daemon over there.