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

[herotypical]

Oh. She was in a mood to relish the man's dirty looks. She damn well did revel in them, pleased to make a nuisance of herself. I bother therefore I am.

"You should be careful, y'know. All that exposed skin. You'll get burnt." A beat. "Or can you not get a sunburn?"

That was all she really could remember, aside from the drunk rudeness. Good at healing. She patiently waited out the second sleeve's demise.

[snikting]

Her response was an eyeroll and exasperated groan. He swapped hands, including which hand was sporting a claw. Time to trim the other side.

"I can't even tan."

Snikt. Logan retracted a claw and stepped back to admire his work. She certainly looked marginally less ridiculous now.

[herotypical]

And she glanced downwards, waggling her arms in order to experience the satisfaction of freer movement. The discarded dregs of dress rustled in the sand, impatient to steal away on a momentary wayward breeze.

"How sad..." Buffy commented -- perhaps to Logan, although she addressed her sleeves directly.

[snikting]

He chose to be insulted over his handiwork. It felt more familiar.

"Sorry if it ain't up to snuff. I'm not known for fashion."

He wasn't sorry. At all.

[herotypical]

"Huh?"

Buffy looked up rather sharply. Even so, her expression still held a thoughtful fog. Like she might as well have been a million miles away. Or in the real, honest-to-goodness Egypt. It was almost a compelling kind of expression. Raw and real. Solemn.

And she had to go and ruin it by suddenly waggling her arms once again. Penguiny, really. She was moving in a penguiny fashion.

"No! The snipping was superb. Exactly what I needed. I only meant that..." Her brows knit. "Well. Who knows. Maybe a tan isn't something you've ever wanted, anyway."

[snikting]

Logan was aware of his shortcomings. But he'd had a long time to have bigger ones, like being a mutant and monster, to make him not give a damn about his physical appearance so much. All the same, he wasn't interested in conversing about it.

"That all you needed, Summers?"

[herotypical]

"...That's just about it--" She hesitated, as if she wasn't entirely certain what she should call him in return. Eyes ever so slightly narrowed. But she recovered quickly with a light-hearted shrug and a valiant attempt to save face.

"Thanks," she turned back towards the house. "I guess we're even."

Even. Because that just about absolved Logan of his ridiculous drunken display. Possibly. Perhaps. Harrumph.

[snikting]

"Even." He repeated it as if it was ridiculous. But. It seemed fair enough and he didn't care to argue.

"Right. Careful about the sun. No point in you burning."

He had no pockets to bury his hands in, so he folded them behind his back instead and moved on.