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Post by hatori3070 on Dec 15, 2009 19:14:25 GMT -5
Even though she'd only been here not even a full sevenday, Jasra had heard about the scavenger hunt. The clues were practically racing around the weyr, and by poking around a bit and listening in on conversations (it wasn't technically eavesdropping if she happened to be doing chores in the area, right?) she thought she might have figured out the latest clue.
This far you’ve already been led? Yes, this prize is not too far ahead! Let’s tell you to look And find what we took Right under somebody’s bed!
The last clue had had a dragon's name in it, albeit in an abstract way that needed clarification, so Jasra figured the same thing might be true for this one. This line of thought had led her to this hallway, looking for O'ris and Rhyloth's weyr. Right, Rhyloth. Weak, but it would have to do seeing as she was already turning the doorknob and tip-toeing over to the bed. She held her breath as she peered under the bed, hoping at the very least that an itching powder bomb wouldn't come flying through the window.
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Nia
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Post by Nia on Dec 15, 2009 21:00:38 GMT -5
You reach under O'ris's bed, searching for a clue, but there isn't anything there. Oh, wait, maybe there is something there.... It's...... oh no, it's glue! You've been glued under O'ris's bed! You better hope he comes back soon, or you won't be able to get out of there for a while! [/size]
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Post by hatori3070 on Dec 15, 2009 22:37:31 GMT -5
"Shards!" Jasra cursed under her breath as her hand fell on something wet and sticky. She tried to pull back her hand, but it was stuck fast. "Sharding shards!" This was unbelievable. Her first attempt to figure out a clue, and it ended up like this. Just trying to pull her hand free would probably rip away some skin, an injury she didn't feel like having to explain. So she began trying to lift one side free, hoping to be able to pull away slowly and avoid any actual injury. She definitely hoped O'ris wouldn't walk in to find her with her hand stuck to a puddle of glue under his bed.
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