UN: Mario#1 Voice-

[p1]

Its-a me, Mario!

[ The voice is surely familiar to almost everyone, even the newest of members to the Daybreak faculty. Even if it's just from the occasional sound of 'woo' and 'hah' heard in the halls, but who doesn't have at least one class with the omnipresent electives instructor? ]

Ah, the new year, she has begun with such promise. I'm so happy to see so many new and old faces, ready and eager to learn!

Now there is-a something very special to learn I have to teach. It's-a something everyone has to know. Are you-a reeeeeady?

[ There's a pause, a loud slurping noise and- ]

Don't flush paper towels! Mamma Mia!

[ The sound cuts. ]

((ooc: There is always the option to wildcard me and have a character encounter Mario running around doing a task of some sort. He's everywhere. ))

Comments

un: mortiscausa | Text

[subconmodo]

Wasn't me.

I'm actually being honest about this for once too.

[p1]

Oh yeah?

If you convince a student to do it, it’s still you fault.

[subconmodo]

Look, just because I may have mentioned possibly thinking about it once or twice fittest mean that I did any convincing either way.

These kids are free spirits! The kinds of people who follow their whims wherever they may lead.

Or something.

[p1]

I'm getting my hammer.

[subconmodo]

I was speaking in hypotheticals.

Also, it is my firm belief that hammers lack the ability to quash the spirit of the bright, impressionable masses in said hypothetical situation.

[p1]

The hammer isn't for the students.

[subconmodo]

[He knows. Lord help him he knows.]

Or their handsome, charismatic teacher.

[p1]

[ Can he hear the pitter patter of little feet approaching?

Or is that in his mind? ]

Can't help to try!

[subconmodo]

You'll never catch me alive.

[which is why he's totally not hiding in the shadows until Mario passes. He doesn't hide from anyone!]

[p1]

[ He scampers past.

Stops.

Scambers back.

Goes 'hmmm' whilst stroking his chin.

Sends out a text. ]

This is a text.

[ TEXT RECIEVED NOISE? ]

[subconmodo]

[TEXT RECEIVED NOISE.]

[There's a beat of silence, and then little by little the shadow in that shadowy corner starts to inch to the door.]

Let's, uh, call it a draw.

[p1]

Lets-a not.

[ He leaps! He swings! The hammer is hurtling in!

eek-eek

It squeaks! ]