School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

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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Re: Speaker 4: Xena

[hasmanyskills.livejournal.com]

A tall woman who looked a look like an older, dark-haired, armour-wearing version of D'Anna Biers, started speaking.

"My name is Xena, also known as Xena, Warrior Princess, or on occasions, Xena, Destroyer of Nations, and I used to be a warlord. I'm not anymore, but while I was, I was the best. Ruthless, unstoppable, the look of fear that villagers used to get when they heard my army was coming...was, uh, quite disheartening, really." Xena coughed and started shuffling the sheets of parchment she was reading off. "I spent a good ten winters on the path of darkness, and while the perks may look good, the stylish clothes, the mindlessly loyal followers, the hot sex with leather-clad war-gods...trust me, it's not really all that great. After all, silk sheets and feather pillows are nothing compared to sharing a blanket on the bare ground with some talky blon- friend, with a good friend, always willing to ask endless questions about your day when all you want is a good night of sleep."

Xena continued in this vein for quite some time, anyone actually paying attention to her speech might wonder who exactly she was trying to convince that evil was the wrong choice.

Re: Speaker 4: Xena

[drjcovington.livejournal.com]

That? Would be Janice in the back of the room, bug-eyed, absolutely rigid and possibly choking to death on her cup of coffee.

That would also be Janice scurrying not-so-surreptitiously along the wall up toward the front of the room.

Re: Speaker 4: Xena

[hasmanyskills.livejournal.com]

Xena blinked when she caught sight of Janice.

The sudden drop in comments about friends who occasionally just needed to shut up was purely coincidental. Really.