#etherfueled

“Aw, fuck.” Six stares in dismay at his soldering iron, which had suddenly and catastrophically died—whereupon it discharged a surprisingly large cloud of acrid black smoke. Luckily for him it hadn’t hurt him in any way, nor had it damaged what would hopefully be a vacuum robot (the thought of possessing one was rather alluring, he couldn't deny that.) The man simply found himself short of a tool… and therefore, short of his goal.

For a moment he considers flagging down one of the instructors but for some reason his pride won’t let him. Instead he glances over to the next table, where a young man is busy fiddling with his own project. 

To put it plainly, Martha was lost. There weren’t even any words to describe exactly what it was she was seeing. Huts towering tall into the sky, horseless carriages, and magecraft (maybe? but what else could it be?) powered devices everyone seemed glued to. It was most definitely not her village.

Without her siblings to turn to with her questions, and not knowing who here she could fist fight the answers out of, she instead sought out the first person she could see not on their small black brick.

Casinos were a terrible place to make money, but a brilliant place to make contacts. Why put herself at risk counting cards when she could just bubble along between tables and try and keep her balance just at even so she could instead keep an eye out for those already gaming the system? Those were the people she wanted in her network, the ones able to slip in for an inside job.

Only, Bonnie hadn’t even stepped into the building before she came across something of interest. A man being roughly thrown out from the building? There had to be something going on there.

   ...Ah. So he’s got roommates.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Cayden!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 223!.

You’ll be given a BB gun.

Enjoy your stay!

( @etherfueled )

The moment Curiousity had heard about the scavenger hunt, she had immediately rushed to sign up for it. Free candy that she would find more easily due to her impulsive costume choice? Extra Dust to line her empty pockets? A ready excuse to nose into places she didn’t belong under the pretense of looking for candy? It was a perfect dream all wrapped into one neat little package for her.

And this particular street of Golden smelled strongly of caramel, to the point Curiousity suspected there was potentially more than one candy bar hidden on this block. Narrowing it down further was proving a cumbersome task, though, with the scent so heavily saturated.