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Well his previous thoughts about just staying in one spot haven't paid off yet. He had worked his was deeper into the wall for a while now and we starting to get tired. He figured he would continue a bit deeper then take a brake.

(Candy in bag: 20)

Ten points. Ten points. He was ten whole points away from the top tier prize. He was so cl- no. Wait. Merope checked the sign as he approached the skeeball machine again, his glowing eyes dimming in mockery of a squint. Twenty. He needed at least twenty more points to get the other prize.

And because it required more points, it was obviously worth more. If that’s how it worked out; he still wasn’t completely sure about these things.

Merope wedged another floresctival seed into the machine, waiting and watching with eager eyes as his nine chances clattered into position. “Alright,” he said to himself, flexing his fingers. “Let’s do this.”



He picked the first ball, his eyes staring at the 100-point mark. Dead center of both the board and skee-ball ramp, it was the most difficult to score. It was tiny; he had little room for error.

Nine chances meant he could screw up several times, thankfully! Merope tossed the first ball up the ramp, his fins spreading out and flaring with pride. “YES!” He cheered, snatching up the second ball and sending it after the first.

He missed. But at least he managed to score fifty points. He used too much force with the third, wincing as it bounced against the scoreboard. If he threw it even harder, it probably would have come back down the ramp to give him another chance. As it stood, it merely bounced into the wide 10-point slot. Bummer.

Merope continued to play, taking his time with each shot. It wasn’t a speed-based game, and it didn’t look like anyone else was waiting for him to finish. Therefore, he took his sweet time.

Besides, if Inigo did show up, Merope would be more than happy to try his throwing arm again. Earlier in the festival he had managed to hit the target on Inigo’s dunking booth, only to have the cave troll come up with nothing. He still felt cheated despite being able to dunk him.

And the insults. The insults!

Had he gone to a library to look them up yet? No, screw the library -- he would take his chances with the interweb and its questionable ads than the library.

Then again, Merope wasn’t sure if he knew how to properly spell &#%@ or %@#* or any other sort of curseword. Was it even worth the trouble?

A large blue eye being hurled towards him shook Merope out of his thoughts. It bounced off of him, forcing him to scramble and try and catch it before it landed on the ground. It was only when he had it secured that he realized that he scored enough points for the other prize, and... was the head Scrags giving him a thumbs up?

Merope returned the gesture and left quickly.

[ ROCK CANDY GET: 3 ]

It heaved its pickaxe to try again. A good hefty swing that made its hands sting a little - but a shower of rock fell down from the wall. In with the stone were three glistening crystals of delicious sugar.

[roll: 2
total candy: 22]

Hmm. That was disappointing. Malodore scooted a bit to the right and tried again, this time more gently. It didn't want to shatter the candy by mistake.

Nothing. Drat.

[roll: 4
total candy: 22]

Yawning Attica picked up her supplies and went to her spot that she was digging at and started chipping away at the trash. She started to sing the "High ho" song from snow white. After about a few minutes of finding nothing she stopped and wiped her forehead.

"Still nothing" Attica picked up her supplies and started to move futher down the gym like mine. "I hope there are no bats in here." To think that the smell doesn't bother her but the idea of bats does. After finding a nice spot she sat her supplies down and started chipping away.

[ ROCK CANDY GET: #HERE ]

After finding another candy Attica started to do a mini joy dance. "I'm almost there to find out what secrets that homeless man has."



Candy total: 20