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[OPEN] RECOLLÉ TREASURE HUNT
WHO: Everybody
WHERE: All around the city
WHEN: Sunday, June 4
WHAT: It's time to go treasure hunting!
WARNINGS: None
Four in One,
under eternal rainfall,
a ReVA event coordinator makes Five,
with clue #1 for you all.
Either by solving the above riddle, hearing the answer through the grapevine, or simply following the trickle of people gathering at the center of Recollé Square this early Sunday morning, one finds Ryoji circling the Founders fountain with a box tucked under his arm and a ready greeting for anybody that approaches him to get started on their hunt. To each team, he hands over a blank sticker and their choice of marker in any of the colors of the rainbow— red, orange, yellow, grey, grey, purple— to write down their name and their team name, along with a small white pin reading "TH 2017 Participant" in bold red. Both the name tag and the pin must be affixed somewhere visible on the front of each member's shirt before he hands over their clue.
Have fun, play hard, get on out of here and find that treasure!
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[ notes: IC, the above can be hand-waved, with top-levels in this post starting from when Ryoji hands your team the first clue. OOC, all clues will be distributed on the ooc/sign-ups post, and any questions can be directed there as well. ]
WHERE: All around the city
WHEN: Sunday, June 4
WHAT: It's time to go treasure hunting!
WARNINGS: None
Four in One,
under eternal rainfall,
a ReVA event coordinator makes Five,
with clue #1 for you all.
Either by solving the above riddle, hearing the answer through the grapevine, or simply following the trickle of people gathering at the center of Recollé Square this early Sunday morning, one finds Ryoji circling the Founders fountain with a box tucked under his arm and a ready greeting for anybody that approaches him to get started on their hunt. To each team, he hands over a blank sticker and their choice of marker in any of the colors of the rainbow— red, orange, yellow, grey, grey, purple— to write down their name and their team name, along with a small white pin reading "TH 2017 Participant" in bold red. Both the name tag and the pin must be affixed somewhere visible on the front of each member's shirt before he hands over their clue.
Have fun, play hard, get on out of here and find that treasure!
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[ notes: IC, the above can be hand-waved, with top-levels in this post starting from when Ryoji hands your team the first clue. OOC, all clues will be distributed on the ooc/sign-ups post, and any questions can be directed there as well. ]
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Freya flagged down the waitress, and it didn't take long for their drinks to arrive. She'd gotten the non-alcoholic version, this time around.
"Well, lucky you." She nodded at the straw in Lucy's drink, which had a little paper rubber-banded around it.
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...oh well. She'd get it later.
In the meantime, Lucy was also getting her phone out, unrolling the paper—and staring. Again. She was doing an awful lot of that too.
"Uh."
Fish head forgotten.
"Someone's...initials?" A lot of someones?
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Well, "clue." It really didn't seem to be much of one, this time. There was no immediate pattern or puzzle that Freya could spot.
"This isn't the anagram's revenge, is it?" Yay. Fun.
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She thumbed through the Google results she could find, frown deepening the further down she went. The teenager copied the entire thing into the search bar, which...didn't turn up much. A website in...Spanish? Something about trigrams? Some sorority's name?
Ugh. Serves her right for trying to do the easy thing.
"Is it some word scrambling thing?" Lucy wasn't exactly well-versed in codes except the bar kind scanned and put on a label. And that seemed remarkably useless for this.
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She sipped idly at her apple drink. "We're gonna be here a while, aren't we."
It wasn't a question.
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The candy fish had long ago lost its fins and tail as Lucy irritably and systematically dismembered it, and the paper had been defaced by a number of arrows and attempted transcriptions in the corners.
Eventually Lucy had started to ignore it, thumbing through her phone again and draining the last of the red drink to its icy dregs. She looked back at the clue—and paused, putting her phone down to tap on the paper.
"Wait—fuck. All the first letters spell Recollé when you put them together."
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Her gaze first shot up to Lucy, her attention focusing again before it drifted down to the paper.
"You're kidding. It's that easy?" Curiously, her eyes followed the same line across each second letter and—animal.
God dammit.
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After a few moments, she at least dropped one of her hands to see what the full name actually was.
"Recollé Animal Shelter." It looked so pathetically easy now, and it took them so long to get it. Just—augh.
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Almost a full minute later, she just sighed. Nothing they could do about it now. "Best we get moving, yeah?" Christ, that one sucked. At least this one was at a bar. Freya left several bills on the table, polishing off the last of her drink and standing.
"One more, right?"
Clue 5
Lucy stood, immediately slouching again. She didn't even grumble about needing to drive the rest of the way, just jammed her hands into her pockets and shuffled to the door.
She...wasn't exactly the best driver, though. She had a license because she needed one for work, but didn't drive anything larger or faster than a forklift regularly. Lucy didn't use the horn at all (the things she drove generally didn't have them), but she did brake harder and more abruptly like someone still on the learning course.
But she was still mindful of Freya's car, and didn't try to lunge out the window and strangle any of the other drivers. She was behaving. She...parked too close to the lines on one side, but. The prospect of visiting the animal shelter was remarkably desalinating.
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Maybe she'd just always be the designated driver around Lucy for the rest of the foreseeable future.
At least when she hopped out of the car and stretched, Freya didn't make a show of being grateful to be on immobile ground again. She shoved her hands into her pockets, ambling towards the door, musing about what the task would be this time. As long as they didn't have to train anything.
"You know, goin' in, we're not adopting anything else, yeah?"
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"Yes, yes, I know." It was already enough of a problem keeping one cat's fur under control and not gumming up every electronic device in the house, let alone two. Or three. Or another dog, or vacuuming up a bird's molted feathers, or hiding a 30 gallon fishtank from the landlord.
...a rabbit wouldn't be that difficult to conceal, would it? Or a turtle?
No. Job first. Thoughts later.
Lucy didn't hesitate pulling the door open, though. The volunteer behind the desk perked up immediately when he spotted them, and started rattling off greetings and instructions as soon as he saw their tags.
"Which animals would you like to help us with?" he asked, scribbling their names down onto a sign-in sheet.
"Do I have to pick one?" Lucy's first and only reply so far, yep. The volunteer paused, a bit surprised.
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"Dogs are fine."
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...on the other hand, Lucy wouldn't be here for the next six hours. Dogs were fine. The cats would have to wait for next time.
The volunteer didn't waste any time; he finished scribbling down their names and led them straightaway to the nearest kennels. The flood of puppies hadn't exactly stopped, and there were quite a few temporary cages piled up in the hallway. Most had sleeping puppies in them; they'd been fed and cared for already. It was the older dogs with more reasonable metabolisms who were having a baying fit now, because food food food.
The metal bowls were easy enough to locate, and Lucy was surprisingly attentive when the volunteer instructed them on how much kibble to give out.
...there was just a floppy eared terrier(?) bouncing around in a cage just a few feet away from her that made focusing very difficult.