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]

Without thinking, really, she tipped the bottle and poured him another.

"The women aren't even real." Not that it'd stopped him before. But she didn't say it aloud. It'd only shame herself as much as it did him. Possibly even more. "A-and...it's disruptive! And I feel all...illegal and rebellious and not in a good way. And flapper dresses do nothing for anyone's figure.

And I've heard quite enough of your new perspective, thanks."

Sore spot. She had to change the subject. She had to change it fast.

"What about the hunt, huh? Are you buying into that brouhaha?"

[deadpoet]

He was grateful to not have his past indiscretions brought up. The bit about the scavenger hunt gave him a more convenient a topic to focus on.

"What, with the bloody violence is bad message? Not a bloody chance. If the Malnosso want me to go and bust some heads for them to earn myself a little entertainment, then I'll do it. But I'm not about to let them tame me with little exercises of restraint. I can handle that bit on my own."

[herotypical]

"Can you?"

Buffy Summers had always possessed a beyond adequate amount of sass; however, the flapper's dress and the new hair really put an extra edge on her words. Not an unfriendly edge -- no, not unfriendly at all. But neither was it wholly playful. She remained guarded but she flirted with the very outmost edges of being frank.

"Funny," her eyes flicked from him to to the gin bottle's rim as she tidied a spare drop from its corkscrew threads with the edge of a thumb. "I don't recall you ever being a big-time mascot for self-restraint. Still -- I agree. It's not a game I'm interested in playing, either."

[deadpoet]

He bristled at the acknowledgement of his past misdeeds. The argument about being soulless didn't hold water. Not for him, anyway. He finished yet another glass, before pushing it away. He wasn't keen on another.

"You've better things to do? Like serving drinks to fake people?

[herotypical]

Oh, she spoke not of his soul. More his...general disposition. Neither of them fought altogether much with their brains. She'd only wanted to acknowledge that shared reliance upon impulse. But he'd taken it poorly.

Of course he'd taken it poorly. Buffy understood -- with a twist in her gut -- that she had very little right to expect him to take anything well. And so she blamed herself for his bristling, when any decent woman with her head screwed on right would have blamed the monster.

"I don't wanna. They're...boring. And they use funny words." Petulant -- and hypocritical. One funny-word-user complaining of another. "Don't leave me to deal with them all alone again, Spike."