Event Eight.

[awashmods]

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care; The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there. No more from the cottage again will I roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but... Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that. You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you? Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first. Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[extrapolating]

Luckily, it looks like it still thinks it's Founder's Day or whatever, so we don't have to pay, so...

[ Elizabeth reaches forward to press a simple silver button that matches the decor of the entire box. It whirls to life with music-box style music and lights. It sings a little "Ready...?" and at the beat of the music, a "GO!".

Out the "moles" start to pop, though of course for a city in the sky, it's a little different. Rather than rodents, its seagulls, apparently? They must be a similar kind of pest. And once the game starts, Elizabeth starts to thwack them with the soft mallet, though it does get more difficult as the quick game continues. ]

[troubadamsel]

[She's about to ask what the hell Founder's Day is, but then IT'S GAME TIME -

She begins whacking as hard and fast as she can...]

Th-this is ... a little harder than it sounded!

[extrapolating]

No kidding!

[ But she laughs, since this is fun. She'd only seen the beginning of a game when she passed through, so seeing now how multiple pop up at once, how it's impossible to actually hit all of them, she gets the challenge. ]

I don't think you can even hit them all!

[troubadamsel]

If you say that, then of course you won't! You must believe in yourself!

[this... probably isn't the place for inspiring pep talks]

[extrapolating]

[ Maybe not, but you know what? She'll take it. It's such an earnest sentiment that Elizabeth is definitely a little surprised, but she's also charmed by it. And with that, she'll focus on her task at hand instead of laughing and talking through it.

The game isn't very long, so the music tapers off with a happy trill, and all of the moles retreat into their holes with the sound of turning gears. A placard on the machine shows a score of 16, which is decent, but definitely not all of them. Elizabeth giggles as she stands back, then waits to see how Maribelle does with her own game. ]

[troubadamsel]

[And Maribelle's is...

7.]

What?! That's all?! This machine must be broken, I definitely got far more than that!

[she absolutely did not.]

[extrapolating]

[ At least Elizabeth isn't the kind of person to point it out, though she was also so occupied with her own game that she really wouldn't notice anyways... She turns the mallet in her hands, then smiles as she nods to the machine. ]

Well, again? We know how it works now, so we might be able to beat it.

[troubadamsel]

Yes, again! This time, this blasted machine had better get it right!

[this might be a long day]

[extrapolating]

[ She laughs good-naturedly, but nods. She presses the button again, and the game winds up and restarts its (now a bit more annoying melody) as the targets again pop up out of the holes. Elizabeth's score once it finishes actually isn't much better at 18, but she seems pretty satisfied with it. ]

That's really not as simple as it looks... I wonder if anyone has ever gotten a perfect score?

[troubadamsel]

[Somehow, Maribelle's score got LOWER.]

No one! No one has ever gotten a perfect score on this blasted thing, I refuse to believe it!