Afternoon
Downtown
A heady heat washed over downtown just after the cold front that passed a few hours before. The mixing temperatures threatened a rainstorm. All around town people milled about, living out their daily lives. A somber gray sky was all that one could see, all the way to the horizon. Yet people were still happy, the island was a wonderful place to live. Or so they thought. Three people in particular would find that day to be one of the most trying they'd ever experienced, and the beginning of something much, much worse.
Those three people were brushed by a purple haze that afternoon, a delicate gust of wind that tingled on their skin. The purple haze smelled differently for each person; if one happened to find the scent of fresh cut grass to be the most enticing thing in the world, that is the scent they caught. It was an eerie, uncomfortable feeling for some people in the world around them. A scent they found so delightful that seemed to pass and fade in an instant. Yet for those three people that the haze had chosen, they were left with something. A note.
The note was written in a scrawling hand, with red ink that smelled faintly of copper and iron. The note was covered in doodles and scratches, as if the writer had grown distracted during the process of writing the note;
On the back of the note is a map, marking the center of down town.
OOC: Good luck!
@Griffin @Wolfie @Kait
Downtown
A heady heat washed over downtown just after the cold front that passed a few hours before. The mixing temperatures threatened a rainstorm. All around town people milled about, living out their daily lives. A somber gray sky was all that one could see, all the way to the horizon. Yet people were still happy, the island was a wonderful place to live. Or so they thought. Three people in particular would find that day to be one of the most trying they'd ever experienced, and the beginning of something much, much worse.
Those three people were brushed by a purple haze that afternoon, a delicate gust of wind that tingled on their skin. The purple haze smelled differently for each person; if one happened to find the scent of fresh cut grass to be the most enticing thing in the world, that is the scent they caught. It was an eerie, uncomfortable feeling for some people in the world around them. A scent they found so delightful that seemed to pass and fade in an instant. Yet for those three people that the haze had chosen, they were left with something. A note.
The note was written in a scrawling hand, with red ink that smelled faintly of copper and iron. The note was covered in doodles and scratches, as if the writer had grown distracted during the process of writing the note;
Let's play a game! :D
A person in town is very, very sick! :(
If he gets sicker, he will hurt someone! :O
Can you find him? ;)
Or will you fail? >D
On this note are hints. <3
Kraven men are so easily seduced.
Cheese is best hot and goopy.
Management is responsible for treating its employees well.
It is watching. Have fun! :D <3
Love, Inky
A person in town is very, very sick! :(
If he gets sicker, he will hurt someone! :O
Can you find him? ;)
Or will you fail? >D
On this note are hints. <3
Kraven men are so easily seduced.
Cheese is best hot and goopy.
Management is responsible for treating its employees well.
It is watching. Have fun! :D <3
Love, Inky
On the back of the note is a map, marking the center of down town.
OOC: Good luck!
@Griffin @Wolfie @Kait
