School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

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The Tick took the stage once the audience was nice and full and smiled. "Crime is a broken drive-up ATM machine. It doesn't pay. Trust me, as a former full-time and current freelance Bank Teller of Justice I know this well. Sure, the ATM is faster when you get it to work, and it's the easier way to make money, but it'll break down, leaving you high and dry. And broke. It's best to park the car, go inside, do things right, and cross that Vestibule of Right because otherwise you're going to end up with nothing in time!"

"Trust me, I've been a superhero long enough, I know what I'm talking about!"

"Today's speakers are criminals who've learned how bad the life can be, who've learned that it's not worth the chance of saving a little bit of time only to end up unable to retrieve your Money from the Bank of Law."

[OOC: Standard assembly stuff. Threads for speakers are marked, please don't comment in those threads until the speaker has, speakers should also ping into the Q&A thread.]

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Speaker 3: Megara

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"The first of two speakers from the good old days of Greece today, our next speaker has a somewhat unique perspective thanks to how she was brought into villainy. Please welcome Megara!"

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Meg tried not to stare too obviously as she took her place. "Thanks, Dean Blue Guy," she said. "Nice muscles."

She looked out at the students and said, "My friends call me Meg, but I don't know you, so don't try it. So let me give you the basic rundown, because none of you really want to be here anyway. Girl meets boy. Girl makes deal promising her soul in exchange for boy's life. Boy runs off with floozy, girl ends up in servitude to the god of the Underworld because of it. As stories go, there are happier, but you know what they say: the road to Hades is paved with good intentions. Literally. So I spent plenty of time doing the dirty work of a guy who already smelled like death, until of course I met someone who helped me turn things around. And okay, that still didn't work out terrifically, but eventually! And we lived happily ever after.

Except for where he keeps leaving wet towels on the floor." She attempted to look at all the boys and shake her head to tell them that that's Bad.