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Freshman Quest: Apprentice Guard Duty

After certain events happening (right under their noses!) it was decided there were not enough guards to keep their eyes on everything. The goal of this quest is to start training for guard duty earlier than they have prior to now. All freshman will be assigned to a higher ranking member to show them the ropes.

Quest Notes:
-This is a RP format Quest! No dice, just RP.
- Choose one (or more than one if you'd like!) Scenario below and RP it out.
- The higher ranking officers mentioned are random NPC's, just pretend it is some random member of the group mentoring your character(s).
- You can do this Solo or in a group! Just pretend each of you is assigned a NPC mentor.
- Make sure to make a note somewhere in your post(s) about wearing your Jersey! You are leaving the dorms so the Jersey is required.


Scenarios:

1: You and your mentor spot one of the infected getting a little too close to the dorms. Quietly look around for something (you're choice) to throw as far away from the university as possible - The noise will hopefully attract the infected away! Does it work?

2: Investigate a strange noise you hear. It turns out to be nothing (perhaps just a mouse or maybe a fellow team member playing a prank?) RP out what you find!

3: You discover part of the University where the lights have gone out mysteriously. Making a mental note to tell the leaders, you decide to check it out as well. What do you find? (most likely a false alarm! Just a fizz'd wire~ )

4: On the rooftops of the dorms you peek over the edges to the open grounds below- What do you see? Infected? Burning Objects? Other people? Nothing? Remember to stay quiet if its an infected or other people! No need to give away our position.

5: WILDCARD: You decide what happens! But remember, no battles!

Requirements:
- Being as this is RP format, 800 words is required to consider this quest complete!
- If a single person is doing this, write either a one post solo or a multi post solo-thread if desired!
- If in a group, 800 words is still required per person total.

Rewards:
- Upon completing this quest each person will receive +4 Credits! (If in a group EVERYONE needs to meet the 800 word requirement before you can claim credits!)
- If you complete more than one of the Scenarios, add +1 Credit (Max of 5 credits total for this quest.)

Harvard's mentor, on the other hand, had been positively animated the entire time they'd been walking. The fresh-faced kid hadn't been talking about anything useful, but petty dramas and who was ******** who and who hated who. It was horribly annoying, but Harvard tried to listen anyway, to assimilate the information. It was difficult. Clearly his 'mentor' (and Harvard used the term lightly) was only speaking to hear the sound of his own voice. Harvard rubbed his beard absently - was the kid's name Clif? Grif? Calvin? s**t.

"Do you think - if there were infected around - tat they would be attracted to the sound of your voice? We could be dead." Then he caught sight of a familiar jacket. It just so happened to sit on familiar shoulders, too. Ah, a change of pace. Ignoring his guide (Harvard assumed - correctly - that Clifford the big red dog would follow), he sat down on the edge of the roof.

"Find anything fascinating, number thirty-three?"

"Mmm, a little too jock, yes. I could say the same about you, you know." The jersey and leather jacket combo was a bit odd - required, but odd. They'd make fine targets for other factions. "Pinned collars are only good if they are getting mussed later," he said, nonplussed. He paused and shot a look first to Austin's mentor, and then his.

"Maybe we should all go together and make a larger target?" His voice was wry.

"Implying I would go first - rude, Austin," he said, his voice full of mock affront. "I have certain skills." He fell into step right behind Austin, eyes scanning out the window. Suddenly, his mentor shushed him, tapped him on the shoulder and pointed. An infected - or something shambling weirdly - was nearing the dorms. Harvard tugged on Austin's jacket as his mentor spoke.

"Find something - to throw. We gotsa get the thing away from us, 'kay?" Can we throw you- it was on the tip of his tongue, but Clifford the big red mentor had done nothing besides be irritating. Instead, Harvard glanced around and located a large glass bottle (only partly broken) Wordlessly, he handed it to Clifford, who lobbed it far away.

"******** gross is pretty apt. And just think, one day we could be that too," he said, exhaling through his nose in disgust. Harvard did not relish the idea of his body shambling about willy-nilly without his say so. They moved so fast, too - he didn't want to be on the receiving end of their attentions.

Suddenly, a noise caught his ear - like something being knocked over. Or footsteps. It could be anything, really. The vagueness of it all was probably because Harvard did not actually hear it, but Clifford did.

"Let's go check that out."

"Cool." Marching off into certain death zones or whatever. At least he could still kick, and pretty effectively, if earlier was any indication. All those late nights up against walls and whatnot.

As if Harvard would pass up such an opportunity. He clapped once, then twice. The pain from his arm was unpleasant, but worth it. "Austin, ten out of ten points for your small woodland creature impression." He closed the distance between them and reached out to place his hand on Austin's shoulder. Leaning close, he spoke in a loud whisper. "Or was it meant to be something else?"

The way Austin made another small sound, the way he didn't jerk back - well, it was interesting. Austin was interesting in a different way than Caroline. She was all feline calculation, waiting to pounce. He was, well, Harvard hadn't figured him out yet, but it made him want to crack him open, in a way. The middle finger was expected, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

But the step back, that was equally surprising, and Harvard fought hard to keep from flinching suddenly. Instead, his hand curled around Austin's arm, fingers sliding: deliberate, slow. Harvard crowded in a little more closely, because it was an opportunity, and he wanted to see the reaction. He considered his options carefully. When he spoke, it was near Austin's ear, and softly.

"Are you alright, Austin?"