quest three | I can hear a blue bird sing, and hear a robin call
CHARACTERS | noobtrampolines and you!
DATE | May 2nd to May 6th
RATING | Let's not get all PG-13 up in here~
SUMMARY | Spring's delayed and it's up to you adventurers to find the flower to set it into motion! If you have to hop, skip, and jump over your local grumpmod, though, consider it a hazard of the job. :(
LOG | One of the neighborhood GMs was sitting, exasperated, in the simple wooden chair behind the quest kiosk once again. Hello World, it's been a while. His hands were laced behind his head as he waited for someone-- anyone-- to approach, looking as though he's been waiting for hours. In reality, he's been there for about fifteen minutes, almost on the dot. The chair tilted back and forth on its back two legs, his heavy boots resting on the counter as he debated what sort of consequences coding a plush leather office chair into a steampunk-styled town would bring.
All in all, he looked about as inviting as he ever would. The quest held no real interest for him because he hated spring. Allergies and such, naturally, and he was already dreading events further along the line. This world was no less real than anywhere the inhabitants hailed from, and there was plenty of pollen to go around. So, who wanted information about the quest?
With a glance around, that seemed to be a large amount of no one. Kain sighed, irritated already, and proceeded to debate how fast Kris would try to hit him if he put up a sign that said "Don't even talk to me unless you have a party ready."
( ooc: Don't forget to add your character to the tags when you tag the log! )
DATE | May 2nd to May 6th
RATING | Let's not get all PG-13 up in here~
SUMMARY | Spring's delayed and it's up to you adventurers to find the flower to set it into motion! If you have to hop, skip, and jump over your local grumpmod, though, consider it a hazard of the job. :(
LOG | One of the neighborhood GMs was sitting, exasperated, in the simple wooden chair behind the quest kiosk once again. Hello World, it's been a while. His hands were laced behind his head as he waited for someone-- anyone-- to approach, looking as though he's been waiting for hours. In reality, he's been there for about fifteen minutes, almost on the dot. The chair tilted back and forth on its back two legs, his heavy boots resting on the counter as he debated what sort of consequences coding a plush leather office chair into a steampunk-styled town would bring.
All in all, he looked about as inviting as he ever would. The quest held no real interest for him because he hated spring. Allergies and such, naturally, and he was already dreading events further along the line. This world was no less real than anywhere the inhabitants hailed from, and there was plenty of pollen to go around. So, who wanted information about the quest?
With a glance around, that seemed to be a large amount of no one. Kain sighed, irritated already, and proceeded to debate how fast Kris would try to hit him if he put up a sign that said "Don't even talk to me unless you have a party ready."
( ooc: Don't forget to add your character to the tags when you tag the log! )