EVENT LOG: SCAVENGER HUNT

[lucetimods]

Who: All you scavenger hunters!
What: Scavenging and other fantabulousness, I suppose.
When: November 24th to 28th
Where: The whole village! And yet also all over time and space...
Summary: See this post for more info.
Rating: P for Points! (Keep it PGish, folks. Anything worthy of a higher rating can be brought to your appointments posts.)

As announced by CJ, the village's immediate environs are divided up according to this map. There are five areas: the Nile, Ice Age, Space Opera, Shogunate, and Gangland. Time-and-place appropriate architecture and conjured up NPCs exist in each area.

Don't forget the scavenger hunt! While actually finding things is ultimatly optional, you can find more information on the hunt here. If you want to claim a reward from the hunt, be sure to link at least two related threads on the new rewards claims post.

Finally, here's a quick rundown of the objects:
- In THE NILE: A ceremonial dagger and a piece of Pharoah's treasure
- In GANGLAND: A tommy gun and a set of car keys
- In ICE AGE: A bone spear and a smilodon's tooth
- In SPACE OPERA: a raygun and part of a robot
- In SHOGUNATE: a samurai sword and water from a kappa's head

Happy hunting!

Comments

All the days!

[widows_kiss]

With this being Natasha's first event of any sort in Luceti, she's taking full advantage of exploring it. Her home is in the Shogunate area so most of the first day will be spent there, as well as much of the time she isn't actively exploring or scavenging. She'll be enjoying the theme of the place and attempting to blend in, once she figures out how the clothes work.

She will be spending some time in each area at any given time, but probably most of it would be in the Nile and Gangland when she isn't home. She'll be joining up with the Avengers to scavenge items for points at some point and would be willing to assist others as well, if she stumbles across anyone needing a hand somewhere.

[Costumes: Shogunate, Nile (Hair), Gangland]

First day

[antivanleather]

Zevran was flitting from place to place, a few hours in the Nile had him a ceremonial dagger, a moment in gangland a tommy gun. Everything dumped back in the safety of his home before he ducked out to his newest item on the list- in a very strange part of the village. Miles of fabric and strange swords, odder architecture and drink. He's content to wander in his odd armor, looking out for a sword or one of these strange creatures- a flash of red catches his eye. Blood red on pale skin and for a moment he's struck by an image that is painfully familiar.

He's making his way across the path to her before the rounded nature of her ears clicks. Not an elf. Not Rinna.

Re: First day

[widows_kiss]

Natasha senses the approach before she spots it, and her fingers are already tightening about the handle of a dagger hidden in one her voluminous sleeves as she turns, nothing in her posture giving herself away to the common observer. Things have seemed peaceful so far - she's encountered a few of the samurai, but they've been polite and respectful, which is a nice change from what she'd expected when she'd stepped out of the... palace. Thing.

She was coming to like the kimono, however. It was a little stiff and awkward compared to what she was used to, but she suspects she could conceal a veritable armory under the layers of fabric with no one any the wiser.

Still, the male approaching her wasn't familiar and she didn't think he was one of the natives either, so she brushed her fingers over the grip of her blade in preparation. Just in case. He stops before he reaches her, and there's an expression on his face...

Natasha lifts her free hand, brushing her hair back from her face as she eyes him curiously. Her stance is easy and relaxed, but she is ready to react at the first hint of threat.

"Can I help you?"

First day

[antivanleather]

"...I am afraid not, my Lady. I mistook you for someone else." The stricken expression flits into a neutral mask in a heartbeat, an easy and wry smile smoothing in it's place not long after. She wasn't who he thought her to be, and honestly? It is for the better. Even with the strangeness of this shift and the goal he had in mind a moment's distraction would not be so terrible a thing. Besides. She was quite beautiful. "Though with how very lovely you are I cannot be surprised."

Re: First day

[widows_kiss]

"My, but this place is full of flatterers."

Natasha's laugh is quiet and wry as she turns to face him fully, one hand still tucked unseen inside her sleeve as she gives him a faint smile. Curiosity flits briefly over her face as she takes in his features, surprised but intrigued. She inclines her head at the compliment.

"Thank you. Even if I'm not the person you were looking for. Though I can't imagine there are many redheads here at the moment," she added, motioning to the area around her with her free hand.

nile, day 2

[neversurrender]

[Once the Avengers were organized and paired up the only thing left to do is to complete their chosen missions. For Steve and Natasha that means acquiring a ceremonial dagger from one of the priests. Being that Steve lives in the area, he spent a lot of the previous day scouting around the pyramids and assessing the priests.

He'd asked Natasha to meet him at the pyramids so they can hash out a plan. Which is why he's leaning against the side of one, trying in vein to shield himself from the sun.]

Re: nile, day 2

[widows_kiss]

[It's considerably warmer here than it was in her area, so Natasha is thankful she shed the layers of her kimono for the simple white sheath dress she's now draped in. Her hair had shifted from the tight arrangement atop her head into dozens of tight braids that dangled, the golden beads at the tips clicking softly anytime she moved her head. It felt strange, but she adapted to the shift as easily as she had the others, with only a moment to regret all the hiding places she lost within the kimono. Oh well, she'd make do.

Steve was relatively easy to find - mostly because the pyramids dominated the region and he stands out, just a little, from the sudden influx of natives. She saunters up to him with a smile, letting her gaze roam over the surroundings, drinking in the sights.]

Good morning, Captain. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.

nile, day 2

[neversurrender]

[He moves his hand away from his face where it had been shielding his eyes when he senses someone approach. He's not at all surprised and little bit relieved to see that it's Natasha.

His mouth opens to greet her, but then he remembers his current state of dress. Or lack thereof. Mostly. Because his only piece of clothing is long, white linen that reaches his knees. And the golden bands around both of his upper arms are a nice touch. Overtaken by a sudden need for modesty in a lady's presence, he quickly crosses his arms.]

Morning Natasha. I haven't been waiting long. The apartment is not too far from here.

Re: nile, day 2

[widows_kiss]

So you get to wander around in a loincloth all day, then? I'm suddenly regretting the fact that I'm all the way over in Japan.

[She can't help but tease him, her smile impish as she notices his self-consciousness and the way he crosses his arms over his chest. Which does little for modesty, really, but shows off his muscles nicely. Still, she doesn't stare, mostly because beyond a little teasing, she has no intention of making him uncomfortable.]

What have you found out?

[touchofrogue]

Day three of living in Gangland (because, no, she isn't moving back to the Ice Age, and she'll bum in the corner of a club if she has to, Rogue doesn't care), and she found that today's normal outfit had morphed into a suit. And you know what? After two days in dresses, there was something glorious about pants. Even if she was stuck in what she viewed as ridiculous heels.

She was enjoying a coffee sometime in the midmorning, out on the corner, when there was a sudden raid across the street. Gunfire sounded, and Rogue quickly slipped from the table to lay on the ground. Oh man, her coffee was still up there.

[widows_kiss]

"Rogue?"

Natasha had spotted the flash of familiar hair a moment before she backed around the corner, keeping herself out of sight from where the rival gangs were doing a good job at thinning their own numbers. She peeked her head out just enough to keep an eye on the situation and locate the girl - now on the ground a few feet away.

She called out to her quietly, still pressed to the brick wall, dressed in a slim pinstriped suit of her own, hair gathered back into a tight knot at the back of her head.

"Are you alright?"

[touchofrogue]

"Oh, I'm--" she ducked her head back down behind the chair at the sound of more gunfire, "--sittin' pretty!"

Really, it'd be smarter to knock the table she had been sitting at over and use it for cover, have it roll with her and crawl away.

But her coffee was on there, darnit. And this was ridiculous! She had half a mind to do something rash.

"Gorgeous--" more gunfire "--day. Don't ya think?"

[widows_kiss]

"Oh, just brilliant," came Natasha's dry reply, her gaze narrowed on the fighting across the street. "I feel right at home."

More gunshots rang out and one pinged the building over her head, causing her to duck back out of the way for a moment, but then there was a shout from one of the fighters and she glanced back once more.

"If you want your coffee, you'll have your chance in a moment. I think they're about to move elsewhere..."

She no sooner got the words out than there was the roar of a car engine and a chorus of victorious male whoops. Natasha rolled her eyes.

Shogunate

[snikting]

The experiment is well under way and Logan has been all over the place. Sure, he has a few items, but he's not actively collecting them. But after a bad encounter with a few samurai before, Logan is up with a few extra swords. They aren't happy about it and are seeking a rematch.

"Alright, easy bub. I ain't fixin' to give anything back, so you and your pals better run along before you get hurt."

Re: Shogunate

[widows_kiss]

"Did you make some new friends, Logan?"

The amused voice comes from above him, where Natasha is perched on the railing of a balcony, watching the excitement from a safe distance. It's also a good place to store the pair of swords she also had on her, because if their owners had discovered their absence yet, they hadn't figured out the cause and she'd rather keep it that way to avoid the sort of situation the man below her was in.

[snikting]

Some help she was. Logan shot her a dirty look as the samurai moved in closer.

"You get a lot of friends fixin' to poke holes in ya, Red?"

[widows_kiss]

"Only on Tuesdays."

Her smile widens a bit at both the look he shoots her and the unexpected nickname, which is apt in oh-so-many ways. She leans forward, propping her chin in her hands as she eyes the shortening space between him and his companions.

"Would you like a hand, or do you have it under control?"

Gangland

[jamesbarnes]

Bucky's having the time of his life with this one. His leg's healed up enough since the mission that he's had no trouble getting around, and even then there's not a whole lot of fighting to be done. At least, there hasn't been yet, but the night is young and Gangland is just his kinda place. He can see why Howard decided to stick around.

Still, it's not all playing around. He's thrown in his lot with Steve's team for the scavenger hunt, so right now he's seated at the bar keeping an eye out. He's here to see a redhead about a Tommy Gun.

He could read between the lines of the description he got from Steve, and when she walks in, he has to admit he still wasn't ready for it. She's one drop-dead gorgeous dame.

And off-limits.

He waits until she sits and slides off the stool to come over, leaning one arm against the bar. He takes his fedora off with the other.

"Agent Romanoff?"

Re: Gangland

[widows_kiss]

She has no idea who she's here to meet, beyond Steve's brief description of his friend Bucky. Which... wasn't a lot to go on, so she hopes she at least stands out as she saunters gracefully across the bar to take a seat, dressed in the slim grey suit her outfit had morphed into. The first few buttons of her white blouse are undone, hinting at cleavage, and she's loosened her hair from the knot she'd held it back in most of the day and fluffed it into loose waves about her shoulders. Considering how they'd gotten the dagger away from the priest in the Nile, she thought adding a few feminine touches to her outfit might help the process along.

She smiles charmingly at the man in the pinstriped suit who offers up his seat with only a polite smile and a tip of his hat. There are a few things she misses from the past eras, things lost in the modern day. The polite manners might possibly top the list.

She's considering ordering a drink when a voice speaks from behind her, and there is something about it that triggers something in the back of her mind. A memory, a knowing, but out of place here, something not immediately clicking with the right sort of recognition, a hint off. She swivels in her stool, smile already in place to meet Steve's friend, since no one else here would know her by that name.

Her expression freezes, startled, the moment her gaze falls on him. His name slips from her lips unbidden before she can stop it, the shock of seeing him here, seeing him alive and well and all-too-real leaving her reeling for a moment.

"James."

Re: Gangland

[jamesbarnes]

That's not exactly the reaction he expected. He can't really decipher it - surprise, maybe? He'd like to think he's that handsome, but even Bucky's ego isn't that bad. Then there's the name - Steve hasn't called him James once in his entire life, and that generally includes introducing him to other people. Maybe it was Clint? Doesn't really matter, does it?

"Yeah." He replies, giving her a half-smile. "Bucky's fine. I was startin' to think we'd miss each other but Steve was right - you're pretty hard to miss."

Re: Gangland

[widows_kiss]

Emotions flicker quickly across her face, chasing each other in a moment of unguarded shock, her composure shattered for one second, two, before she can rebuild it.

There is no recognition in his eyes, no flare of anything familiar, and that in itself clenches about her heart like a vice, a palpable ache that makes it difficult to breathe, although there is nothing given away in her bright smile. Her eyes catalog details, missing nothing, and this is not the man she last saw years ago. There are no shadows in his eyes, no ghosts weighing on his shoulders.

This isn't another case of forgotten memories, of wiped pasts, of cruel punishments. This isn't the man she knows. Not yet.

Her mind races, putting together facts, observations, questions and answers juggled back and forth so quickly that it takes her a moment to reply. When she does, she's just managed to pull her polite smile back into place, her eyes warm, although there's still something rattled in her manner as she holds out her hand to him, her green gaze searching his face intently. If her hand trembles slightly, she hopes it's faint enough that he won't notice.

"My mistake. I'm Natasha. And yes. Sometimes that comes in more handy than not."

[alloys]

Tony isn't hard to come across in Gangland. His house is there, he can't complain about his his threads, there are actual cars - what's not to love? Besides, you know, the organized crime. But at least they're not actually harmful.

He's already got a set of car keys - you can sure as hell bet that was his first priority. Next up? The tommy gun. He's searching for gangsters to swindle one off of when he crosses paths with Natasha.

"Hey, question - are you busy? You don't look busy."

[widows_kiss]

She's actually not busy, not at the moment. She has an assignment from Steve later on in the day to help out in the scavenger hunt, but for the moment Natasha's exploring the area, getting a feel for it and the changes the shift has made, as well as seeing what information she can find out about the rival gangs that keep breaking into fights all over the area.

She's just narrowly evaded one that broke out in an alley when she almost bumps into Tony - literally - and stops short at his greeting. One eyebrow arches upwards as she props hands on slip hips and regards him, standing there in a pinstriped suit of her own.

"If I said I was busy, would it make any difference?"

[alloys]

He flashes a grin at that. "You know me too well. Good for you."

Because - naturally - who wouldn't be glad to know him well enough to call him on something like that?

"What do you say to assisting me in getting a hold of one of those tommy guns all the kids are carrying around? It'll be just like the good old days. Or something."

[widows_kiss]

"I'm a quick learner," is her wry retort, but her lips curve anyway in reluctant admission to his grin. Gunfire bursts out from behind her, the way she'd just come, a staccato beat that echoes off the buildings, but she doesn't flinch, only casts an annoyed look over her shoulder.

"Those kids, you mean? They're a little hot-headed at the moment."