fandomhigh | Practical Mythology, 2/8/12, Period 2, [Class Session 6]

Today in the Danger Shop, the students found themselves in a replica of a tall tower, in a room that was clearly a combination workshop and living quarters. Everywhere there were architectural drawings and tools, not unlike what one could imagine Leonardo Da Vinci living in, if Leonardo had been born in Ancient Greece.

"This was the home of Daedalus, the greatest architect of the ancient world," Hercules said. "He is the one who crafted the mighty labyrinth you all explored last week. He also created a great dancing space Ariadne. Eventually, however, he was imprisoned in a tower like this, because he murdered his nephew for being smarter than him. He lived here with his son Icarus, and for his son's sake he devised a way to escape, which you might have heard about."

Hercules then pulled a conveniently placed tarp, which had been covering sets of wings crafted the same way as Daedalus had - feathers, string, and wax.

"Wings. And with them, Daedalus would escape, and Icarus would die. Icarus was told very clearly by his father to not fly either too high or too low, as too high and the heat of the sun would melt the wax and cause the wings to fall apart, and too low would cause the sea foam to drench the feathers and weigh them down. Icarus did not, however, heed this warning. He flew too high, overtaken with hubris, and his wings disintegrated and he fell to his watery death. Daedalus himself made it to safety, and later built a shrine to Apollo."

Then, Herc grinned. "Today, your activity is to fly. All of these wings will allow you to fly just like Daedalus and Icarus. There is a balcony over there." He pointed. "You will fly over the sea and... well, have fun flying. Just remember Daedalus' warning!"

Hercules then strapped on a pair of larger wings for himself, charged off towards the balcony, and jumped off.

A moment later, he could be seen swooping upwards. He may have been screaming 'Woo-hoo!'

[ooc: Class is up and open!]

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Strap on your wings, and fly out over the simulated sea!

If you fly too high, your wings will fall apart and you'll fall. If you fly too low, your wings will weigh down causing you to crash against the water.

Either way... you'll discover the sea is actually made of cushy foam and no harm will come to those that crash. In fact, there is a boat in that sea that has milk and cookies for those who can no longer fly.

Luke might've had issues with the whole Daedalus thing, but he did like flying. He preferred his sneakers, but the wings were easy enough to use.

Gabrielle's last experience with flight had involved dangling below a flying carpet steered by her demon kidnapper. If you thought that would put a damper on her enthusiasm now, you were completely wrong.

You might also want to steer clear of her; she might be much less clumsy now than she used to be on the ground, but as an untrained flyer with far more enthusiasm than actual skill she was kind of a menace in the air.

Despite her non-stop screaming, Darcy was enjoying herself. Give her fifteen minutes and she'd stop screaming.

Sure, Billy could fly on his own if he wanted to, but getting to strap on wings wasn't an opportunity he had every day. He managed to stay up for a little while before crashing into the "sea" and since he got milk and cookies out of that, he didn't feel too bad.

Bruce was pretty sure these wings wouldn't work with the laws of physics in most worlds. Still, they worked here, that was the important thing. And yes, the whole flying thing was rather fun.

That was all you were going to get from him at the moment.

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