Creative Inspirations: Monday, Period One

[furnaceface]

For today's class, they had booked not only a portal, but a vehicle. Hannibal had made all the plans in person, to avoid any potential Portalocity...creativity. They were meeting at the docks, and the students (as well as alumni and anyone else who wanted to join them) had been asked to meet them there promptly.

"You can fly this?" Hannibal asked, just to be sure.

//I've flown more complicated aircraft than this,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders. //This thing is nothing, trust me.//

Between Weapon X and the X-Men, Jono had been relegated to 'pilot' duty at least a few times in his life. They'd be fine.

Hannibal nodded. If Jono said he could...well, he very much doubted Jono would take the tiniest risk with his students' lives.

He turned to face the people who'd gathered in the...he wasn't sure if he ought to call it a plane or a ship. It was large, reasonably comfortable, slightly shabby, and glass - or at least clear-material - walled. "Hello and welcome to class, whether you're here as a student or tagging along."

//For those who are tagging along, this class is intended to be a bit of inspiration for our students. Each week we go somewhere new, in the hopes that what we show our students gives them the urge to create art. Music. Poetry. Dance. Whatever suits them. This week, we thought we'd take in something a little bit historic, provided to us by nature itself.//

"Our journeys have been a mixture of beautiful and disturbing," Hannibal said. "This week's is likely to be both."

Their portal appeared, and he waited for Jono to steer them through and join them again before he continued. They now hovered a few hundred feet over a mid-morning ocean, slowly approaching an island with a cloud hanging over it.

"It is August 27th, 1883, just before ten a.m. local time," Hannibal continued. "We are in Indonesia, between Java and Sumatra. And that island there," he nodded toward the one they were approaching, "is called Krakatau."

Oh, Hannibal. Jono wasn't going to outright call him such, but really, he had quite the flair for playing drama queen when the muse so hit him, didn't he?

//Please keep your arms and legs inside the aircraft at all times,// he said, because Hannibal seemed to have the tour guide routine all handled. //Once that thing gets going, I imagine this flight is going to get somewhat more turbulent.//

[OOC: Open! Not just for students today- Visitors are welcome to come on this field trip, too. Giant natural disasters! Whee!]

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Sign In!

[furnaceface]

Like there's a GIANT VOLCANO

Re: Sign In!

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante

Re: Sign In!

[candycrushlove]

Maria DeLuca

Boarding, and Lecture

[furnaceface]

Get on the aircraft thing. Speculate on how safe this thing is if it was rented out from a bunch of gnomes. Listen to the teachers talk. Passing notes is optional!

Re: Boarding, and Lecture

[rebelseekspizza]

"Now what?" Dante muttered, mostly under his breath, his mouth setting into a dubious frown as he watched the weird cloudy island approach through the window.

And that was before the much-less-under-his breath, "Wait, what the hell is Krakatau?" Going by the drama, he took it was something he should know about... like, now.

Re: Boarding, and Lecture

[candycrushlove]

Maria had no doubt as to the safety of this craft she was in because she had absolute faith in Jono and Dr. Lecter to look after them.

Re: Boarding, and Lecture

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka heard...

None of the lecture. She was busy peering out the walls of the aircraft thing and showing her giraffe the sights and having whispered conversations with it.

Re: Boarding, and Lecture

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Pffttt. Parker was already talking to the gnomes.

No, she didn't speak gnome. She did speak Swedish, though.

Re: Boarding, and Lecture

[cheerbuffy.livejournal.com]

Why Buffy -- very hung over Buffy -- had decided that joining a class this early in the morning was anybody's guess, but here she was. "Oh man," she said, eyeing the aircraft thing. "Maybe I should have slept in..."

Watch the Eruption

[furnaceface]

At 10:02, the largest and loudest eruption occurs; at 10:41, the final and most cataclysmic. The sound of the first (dampened by the aircraft's shields) was heard up to 3000 miles away, there are pyroclastic flows sending lava both down to the ocean floor and on top of the water at up to 62 mph, there are cubic miles of rock collapsing into the sea, the ash cloud rises an estimated 50 miles (enough height and force to form a mushroom cloud) and there are (although you won't see them at this end) tremendous shockwaves and tsunamis as a result. The vehicle will protect you from any of the dangerous things going on outside, so you can all watch the show without worrying about having your eardrums ruptured or choking on volcanic ash. Enjoy.

Re: Watch the Eruption

[rebelseekspizza]

Looked like... Limbo come to Earth.

Yeah, Dante was out of needlessly profane language for as long as this eruption thing went on; instead he was staring. A lot.

Enjoy it while you could.

Re: Watch the Eruption

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka had no idea that this was a terrible thing to have happened. And she had zero understanding of the lives that were being and would be lost here.

It was, simply put, too big an idea for a sheltered child not even from Earth in the first place. And Alluka's understanding of peoples' pain was hazy anyway.

The noise was kinda scary, but she clutched her giraffe tightly, and was pretty sure that Hannibal and Jono would protect her from it if the noise got scarier, and none of it seemed to be getting to them, so Alluka, focused on pointing out lava to her toy and wondering if the smoke smelled funny and if that was why they were up here instead of down there.

Re: Watch the Eruption

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker's understanding of this wasn't much greater than Alluka's. Mostly she was spellbound by NATURAL FIREWORKS WHEEEEEEE.

Re: Watch the Eruption

[cheerbuffy.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was very loud. Buffy shrank in her seat and tried not to die too obviously. It was also probably very impressive. She really couldn't have told you.

Create

[furnaceface]

Back in the classroom after it's all said and done, students and visitors alike are welcome to play music or paint or do whatever it is that they've been inspired to do!

Visitors are also welcome to take off, at this point. Students are expected to stay until the end of the class period, Dante.

Re: Create

[rebelseekspizza]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Dante was still mulling all of that over, actually-- and the crappy memories it was stirring up. And eventually-- when he was sure no one was looking-- he might've grabbed a piece of canvas and some red and yellow paint and retreated with it to a corner of the classroom.

Whatever the result was, by the end of the class, he'd mutilated it again and painted a giant smiley and a middle finger all over it, leaving only the faintest trace behind of angry fire and misshapen faces.

Re: Create

[candycrushlove]

Back in the classroom, Maria took out her composition notebook and pencils. She planned to work on a song about the images in her head...

...and she would begin doing just that when the shaking in her hands finally stopped.

Re: Create

[that_oldsaying]

By the time they were back in the classroom, Alluka had thoroughly recovered from the noise, and regarded the entire outing as great fun.

She nabbed some paints and settled down with her giraffe in her lap to draw...

Well, it had a lot of arms.

Re: Create

[cheerbuffy.livejournal.com]

Buffy remained. Mainly because she had decided that moving wasn't an option right now, but still. She's there. She has some paint in front of her, but there's not a lot of creating going on, as such. Aimless poking the brush at a piece of paper, maybe.

Talk to the Teachers

[furnaceface]

Who will answer questions about what's going on as much as they can. When they're not staring at it themselves.

[When they tag in!]

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[furnaceface]

It was entirely possible that Jono was actually the tiniest bit nervous about the hardiness of the aircraft once the explosions really got going, but after a few bouts of minor turbulence were the worst they seemed to experience, he relaxed somewhat.

... And wondered if it was possible to get himself one of these things.

Back in the classroom, instead of creating anything, he was going to need to take a bit of time to just sort of slouch into a chair and stare at the ceiling, though. Bloody hell.

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[never-dull.livejournal.com]

After seeing some of the still-dazed looks as they left the aircraft, Hannibal detoured home before coming to the classroom.

He might not have been traumatized himself, but if anybody could appreciate the effect of good comfort food...

So he'd be less creating, and more setting out various sorts of chocolate, cheeses, breads, and meats.

OOC

[furnaceface]

Because classes are a part of the game too, why not let visitors join in, right?

To... watch the most cataclysmic volcanic eruption in recorded history.

Jono blames Hannibal's flair for the dramatic.

Re: OOC

[never-dull.livejournal.com]

Hannibal resembles that remark!

Re: OOC

[cheerbuffy.livejournal.com]

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