WEEK 2 DAY 6: MISSION

[wonderful_mods]

Mission: "Mend the severed."
Time Limit: Very Long
Noise Plane: Solo
Wall Instructions: Key walls around the residential districts.
Wall Rewards: Psych Support
Reaped Rewards: Link Spider
Mission Rewards: 5,000 leu



[Things appear to have settled down from the previous days. No more gallivanting ex-GMs, no more strange displays of brainwashing or secret tunnels. Everything is, supposedly, back to order. And yet, judging by the mission, not all is right. Whatever it is, it's up to the Players to fix it. Why not look around and see what this severed thing is? The answer may not be too surprising, to those paying attention.]

Comments

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Seeking clues in today's Game, the zebra player watches from the UG for a moment before tapping her Player Pin. Perhaps this person has some clues in their thoughts for the mission.]

[didyounot]

How humbling, bearing witness to our beginnings. I suppose our true beginnings are many millennia earlier, but that's neither here nor there. I wonder, what could be stirring inside them now to trigger that fateful strain...

[The heck? If any of that was a clue, it's pretty cryptic.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[No, that isn't of much help -- unless the 'severed' are 'threads of his sanity'. It can't be the birds that set him off like this. Zecora takes a quick look around to see if she can spot anything that might more fit the tune of his thoughts.]

[didyounot]

[Nothing of note aside from all the other people passing by. Seems to be just him and his own little world of hungry birds, here.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Hmm.]

[Well, then; she'll just try to imprint 'mend' on him. He certainly seems troubled enough in any case; perhaps thoughts of repair and restoration will give him some solace.]

[didyounot]

[He takes to it quickly enough, but it seems to deepen his melancholy into irritation instead of cheering him up at all.]

That's right, everything was finally ready to proceed before this sudden excursion into a past century. Perhaps it's only a dream...or I've gone mad. H'm.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[So this too is one of the RGers who is being displaced by the Game's jumps. Zecora considers a moment, then decides to offer what comfort she can -- this time by guiding him with an impression of 'thirsty'. Perhaps she can get at least some comfort food in his path.]

[didyounot]

[When that one hits he seems reluctant to act on it. A few jumbled, too-quick thoughts pass by--something having to do with 'capture' and 'test'--before he settles on the idea that the birds will still be around here and there when he gets back.]

No sense in allowing myself to dehydrate.

[So with that, he stands.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Excellent. She feels some small amount of guilt for this mental manipulation, but the Reapers have made it clear that the RGers are involved in the Game. So she quickly follows him.]