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!

Comments

[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!