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daybreakacademy2019-10-18 08:38 am
hatesdeerstalkers) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-10-18 08:38 am
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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[The man gives him an annoyed glance, keeping his mouth shut - before sighing.]
Really, I don't want to be here at all - I'd rather be at home instead of waiting for some stupid concert to start, but - business.
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Your manner of dress certainly didn't suggest you're a fan of outdoor concerts - and it's timed after the concert ends, otherwise you would be heading backstage instead of waiting out here in the chill.
[Compare to his flirting with Mike, he's keeping it strictly professional here, he does cast a glance in the direction of where the backstage could be seen]
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[Another puff on his cigarette, before he gives another grumpy sigh.]
So? Who are you with? And don't tell me you're with a bunch of friends - I can tell you're not exactly normal.