How did one find all of this crap anyhow? Some of the items were pretty easy; Alex had a bunch of the practical ones on him like some rope that wouldn't be too hard to blacken, several lighters (don't leave home for a random island without them), and a net. Others would be easy to obtain like an arrow (conveniently plucked from Christian's quiver), an oak leaf, and a shell. Where the hell did you find a giant's wedding ring though? A mermaid's bra? Seriously? And he hadn't seen a single cheeto so far. And pickled okra. This had to be the strangest scavenger hunt ever.
Well first things first. How hard could it be to find a little crab on the beach and borrow a claw?
Event 1: Scavenger Hunt
Itinerary of Role Play Events:
Day 1 - Scavenger Hunt (ongoing)
Night 1 - Game Night
Day 2 - Gala Dinner
Night 2 – Masquerade Ball
Day 3 - Gladiator Event
Night 3 – Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Good morning! Today we thought we’d put the –action- in live action role playing with an exciting physical activity – a scavenger hunt. The following may all be found somewhere on the island, but you will have to get creative if you want to be the one with the most found objects by the end of the week. Team up or conspire against, beg, borrow, or steal your way to a fabulous cash prize!
List o’ Stuff to Find
A fairy's wing
A toad stool
A ninja star
A length of black rope
A dwarf's whisker
An empty bag of beer
A cheeto shaped like a cheetah
A pocket watch
A stick of bamboo
A crucifix
An oak leaf
A lady's slipper
A bone
A jar of invisible ink
A lock of an angel's hair
A demon's fingernail
A bullet
A cigarette lighter
A giant's wedding ring
A diary
A brass cog
A conch shell
A bee's stinger
A mermaid's bra
A trident
A net
A sandcrab's claw
A phallic piece of driftwood
An arrow
A white feather
Pickled okra
A copy of Twilight
A hillbilly toe
The Starship Enterprise
/ooc This is pretty much a free-for-all, but please save the murdering for lynches and hits. None of your characters would kill each other over the last pine cone in the forest…right? Still, by all means, roleplay, get creative, have fun and play nice. Or mean. Your choice! This thread will be open for roleplaying for the duration of the week - unless you're dead, in which case the only thing getting scavenged will be your corpse O_O.
Blackrabbit
15 years ago
Mike
15 years ago
Christian looked at the list and frowned. This was some truly wild and crazy stuff.
“Does beer even come in a bag?”
He asked Alexander. Christian, after all, wasn’t exactly a beer drinking sports watching kind of guy. Put some ale in a tankard and he could sign a rousing dawrven drinking song with the best of the, but he didn’t actually buy beer.
“Come on, let’s start at the beach. I feel like looking for driftwood. And I’ve got an idea for the invisible ink too.”
Without another thought he grabbed Alex by the wrist and started pulling him down toward the lagoon.
“Does beer even come in a bag?”
He asked Alexander. Christian, after all, wasn’t exactly a beer drinking sports watching kind of guy. Put some ale in a tankard and he could sign a rousing dawrven drinking song with the best of the, but he didn’t actually buy beer.
“Come on, let’s start at the beach. I feel like looking for driftwood. And I’ve got an idea for the invisible ink too.”
Without another thought he grabbed Alex by the wrist and started pulling him down toward the lagoon.
Kilandra
15 years ago
Liza looked over her list with a wry grin. She loved this sort of thing, even if she was never all that good at it.
She was quite pleased to have some of the things listed already in her posession. She patted her front pocket happily, having a pocket watch always at the ready. "That was easy!" she thought to herself.
Looking again, she had to snicker at some of the items listed. Someone was wanting a bit of competition between the LARPers it seemed!
But, first things first.
Liza meandered to the bar. It was self serving, below having almost anything you would want for a vast array of drinks. After pushing a few bottles and jars about, she found what she had been looking for, with an "Ah hah! there you are!" she stood back up, a jar of pickled okra in hand. "Mmm... now I want a martini!" she giggled, taking a zip lock bag and pulling out two pieces and placing them within. "Always can rely on a good barkeep to have what you need!"
And just as easily she grabbed a lemon as well.
Back in her room, LIza indeed made herself a lovely dirty okratini from one of the lovely little bottles in her in room fridge. She enjoyed it quite happily, kicking off her shoes with a sigh.
Afterwards, she rinsed out the bottle, and scraped off the label. She then set out rolling the lemon on the bathroom counter, before puncturing a hole in it. Holding the lemon over the bottle opening, she squeezed, and delighted, chimed, "And now I've got a bottle of invisible ink!"
She was quite pleased to have some of the things listed already in her posession. She patted her front pocket happily, having a pocket watch always at the ready. "That was easy!" she thought to herself.
Looking again, she had to snicker at some of the items listed. Someone was wanting a bit of competition between the LARPers it seemed!
But, first things first.
Liza meandered to the bar. It was self serving, below having almost anything you would want for a vast array of drinks. After pushing a few bottles and jars about, she found what she had been looking for, with an "Ah hah! there you are!" she stood back up, a jar of pickled okra in hand. "Mmm... now I want a martini!" she giggled, taking a zip lock bag and pulling out two pieces and placing them within. "Always can rely on a good barkeep to have what you need!"
And just as easily she grabbed a lemon as well.
Back in her room, LIza indeed made herself a lovely dirty okratini from one of the lovely little bottles in her in room fridge. She enjoyed it quite happily, kicking off her shoes with a sigh.
Afterwards, she rinsed out the bottle, and scraped off the label. She then set out rolling the lemon on the bathroom counter, before puncturing a hole in it. Holding the lemon over the bottle opening, she squeezed, and delighted, chimed, "And now I've got a bottle of invisible ink!"
pharren
15 years ago
Stanley was enjoying his explorations of the island more and more each time. With no chance of ever being mistaken for an outdoorsman, Stanley was nevertheless drawn towards the fog-shrouded section of the island. At first, he had half-expected to discover some giant piece of arcane machinery, or perhaps the entry hatch to an underground bomb shelter, but all he'd found so far was exactly what he'd found on the rest of the island, just with more fog. Still, it was this section of the island where he'd already found a few items for the scavenger hunt, and so he had several reasons for returning to this area. Not to mention the fact that it reminded him vaguely of Dagoba, legendary planet of exile for Jedi Master Yoda, and a place reputed to be immensely strong in the Force...
Climbing a small ridge, Stanley took mental stock of his discoveries thus far. Some of them required a bit of imagination to fit their intended descriptions, but he supposed on an island full of people who dressed up as their fictitious alter egos and acted out their fantasies, finding a little imagination wouldn't pose much of a problem. There was the "mermaid's bra" he'd fashioned from two halves of a clam shell, a plastic six-pack ring, and some seaweed. There was the... well, he wasn't quite sure what it was, exactly, but it was a large, rusted, round thing similar to a bicycle tire rim but without all the spokes, only wider. It would pass for the "giant's wedding ring". The stick of bamboo wasn't a challenge; he'd encountered some growing in the wild. He'd found the bone in the remains of a small bird that had nearly been picked clean by scavengers, and a mushroom of unknown origin growing inside of a hollow log. If he could manage to break into the now-abandoned room of "Vinnie", assuming that their host had gone to such a length to establish a believable character, he suspected he would find a crucifix, a cigarette lighter, and possibly a copy of Twilight. If not, he would use his own copy, after forging Vinnie's signature inside the cover.
As he crested the ridge, Stanley could scarcely believe his eyes. Hovering there, just a few feet away, was an honest-to-God fairy.
"Hello, Adrian." It was the voice of Victoria, the automaton.
"My Sith title is Darth Dominum. Therefore, you will address me as Lord Dominum."
"Very well. What is it you are looking for, all the way out here, Lord Dominum?"
Stanley hefted the length of abandoned pipe he'd been using as a walking stick, and took what he hoped was a few menacing steps down the ridge, towards the diminutive floating robot. He wasn't sure that Victoria could be intimidated; in fact, he rather doubted it, but he was much more comfortable with his imaginary power in-character than with his personal power as Stanley, and he had no qualms about wielding it like a club. Or, like a walking stick. "Items of great power," he replied.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance."
"I believe you can," Stanley said through clenched teeth as he lunged the final step forward and swung the pipe with all his might. As her head exploded into a shower of sparks, Stanley thought he heard a split-second of mechanical laughter.
I went through years of schooling to learn how to take what isn't mine, and that training pays off over and over again. Stanley collected his fairy wing, and a bonus prize: a brass, or brass-like, cog from the wreckage of the mechanical fairy.
An hour later, Stanley returned to the hotel, this time coming from the southwest, to an area he'd not visited previously. It appeared to be a loading dock of some sort for the kitchens. He stood tall and approached a set of sliding doors, gesturing with his hand as they opened. He didn't mind the fact that they were equipped with motion sensors, and would have opened with or without his hand gesture. In fact, he was so caught up in his role at the moment, that he barely noticed. He stepped through the doors, and began searching out the next item on his list.
Climbing a small ridge, Stanley took mental stock of his discoveries thus far. Some of them required a bit of imagination to fit their intended descriptions, but he supposed on an island full of people who dressed up as their fictitious alter egos and acted out their fantasies, finding a little imagination wouldn't pose much of a problem. There was the "mermaid's bra" he'd fashioned from two halves of a clam shell, a plastic six-pack ring, and some seaweed. There was the... well, he wasn't quite sure what it was, exactly, but it was a large, rusted, round thing similar to a bicycle tire rim but without all the spokes, only wider. It would pass for the "giant's wedding ring". The stick of bamboo wasn't a challenge; he'd encountered some growing in the wild. He'd found the bone in the remains of a small bird that had nearly been picked clean by scavengers, and a mushroom of unknown origin growing inside of a hollow log. If he could manage to break into the now-abandoned room of "Vinnie", assuming that their host had gone to such a length to establish a believable character, he suspected he would find a crucifix, a cigarette lighter, and possibly a copy of Twilight. If not, he would use his own copy, after forging Vinnie's signature inside the cover.
As he crested the ridge, Stanley could scarcely believe his eyes. Hovering there, just a few feet away, was an honest-to-God fairy.
"Hello, Adrian." It was the voice of Victoria, the automaton.
"My Sith title is Darth Dominum. Therefore, you will address me as Lord Dominum."
"Very well. What is it you are looking for, all the way out here, Lord Dominum?"
Stanley hefted the length of abandoned pipe he'd been using as a walking stick, and took what he hoped was a few menacing steps down the ridge, towards the diminutive floating robot. He wasn't sure that Victoria could be intimidated; in fact, he rather doubted it, but he was much more comfortable with his imaginary power in-character than with his personal power as Stanley, and he had no qualms about wielding it like a club. Or, like a walking stick. "Items of great power," he replied.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance."
"I believe you can," Stanley said through clenched teeth as he lunged the final step forward and swung the pipe with all his might. As her head exploded into a shower of sparks, Stanley thought he heard a split-second of mechanical laughter.
I went through years of schooling to learn how to take what isn't mine, and that training pays off over and over again. Stanley collected his fairy wing, and a bonus prize: a brass, or brass-like, cog from the wreckage of the mechanical fairy.
An hour later, Stanley returned to the hotel, this time coming from the southwest, to an area he'd not visited previously. It appeared to be a loading dock of some sort for the kitchens. He stood tall and approached a set of sliding doors, gesturing with his hand as they opened. He didn't mind the fact that they were equipped with motion sensors, and would have opened with or without his hand gesture. In fact, he was so caught up in his role at the moment, that he barely noticed. He stepped through the doors, and began searching out the next item on his list.