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 Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2023 4:43 pm
Quote: The Scavenger Hunt (8 ) : Destiny City is hosting an annual scavenger hunt during the Star Festival to encourage people to get out and explore their city. The prize for turning in a completed scavenger hunt is a coupon booklet and a few free tickets to upcoming city events. Even if you aren’t interested in the prize, the scavenger hunt is specifically designed to take you through the city to showcase a few historic buildings, some art installations, and some of the city’s greatest accomplishments. While many of the places are familiar, during your explorations you come across a building you’ve never seen before--something that feels out of time. You’ve been in the area countless times before, so how did you miss this place? When you lay eyes on the building, you feel a strange timelessness and have the distinct sensation of being a part of something bigger. Briefly, you may see flashes of some distant past--a flickering memory that you can’t quite place or fully form. It’s hard to make out, but at some point in time you have the distinct impression of a faded figure taking your hand and telling you to do something. They sound hopeful and encouraging, like they really believe in you. By the time you blink, the visions are gone, the building is gone. The only thing that remains is a beautiful little garden and a plaque so faded that you can’t make out the inscription. "C'mon, the next stop is right up ahead, and Maps says there's a really good ice cream place near it, so we can get our stamps, that's a whole third done in a day! And then we can share one of those stupid huge cake shakes, okay?" America rambled, tugging Mimsy's hand to pull the other girl a little further away from the skeevy guy who'd been trying to share their pavement. By now, Mimsy would have found that, despite having a good few inches on the redhead, America tended to act like she was the bigger girl. Maybe even the biggest girl. If asked, she'd just smugly attribute it to her Boss Babe aura. "That coupon book better be some good stuff. If not, I'm just gonna sell it. There's a guy who works at the weirdly good 7eleven? I caught him digging through the trash for manufacturer's coupon books from the paper, he said he'd hook me up if I ever found a bunch to give him." She gave a smug laugh, "Imagine using paper coupon in 2023. Real game does digital." Finally stopping in both her tracks and her chatter, America looked the statue in front of them up and down and then nodded, "Yeah, this ******** it. Someone needs to yassify this guy." Turning to look at Mimsy, she added, " You're looking really cute today!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2023 3:29 am
As she held tight to the hand grasping hers, Mimsy wondered if the instinct to take notes on absolutely everything that America said would ever wane. She half suspected that it would not. This likely meant that the endless amount of questions that exponentially built upon each other would probably not get any smaller either, so she had begun to try to pick and choose a little more carefully. Instead of outwardly inquiring why she seemed like a suitable partner to contend with a huge cake shake, she chewed on the thought, wondering why she herself supposed that she wouldn't be. "Is selling the book a legal option?" She asked, opting to use one of her important questions. "I have not read the fine print, so to speak, but..." With a curious tilt of her head, and a silence long enough to suggest that she was trying to figure out the answer on her own, she volleyed another. "Thank you. As do you. Do I look more cute today than I have before?" Maybe America's influence had been rubbing off on her. Or maybe it was the happy bits of fussing that her family made over her any time they spent time together. She certainly did have more accessories now. Then, quietly: "Also, what is yassify?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2023 5:52 pm
"Well, it's not like I stole it. I'm earning it fair n'square!" America gave a soft snort, "Besides, nobody would do anything about it if it was ilegal, and let me tell you, Mimsy: laws that don't get enforced aren't laws at all. They're just someone trying and failing to put out their chest, huh!" The question on comparative cuteness had the redhead pondering as she gave the other girl a critical once and twice over. "I think it's more of a festival look, y'know? Every Day Mimsy is good, but Festival Mimsy is more of a limited time edition. Gotta enjoy the look while it's out and about, right?" Her smile turned distinctly mischievous at the idea of introducing her friend to the yassify concept and applying to everything under the sun, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed their location wasn't what she remembered seeing on Google Maps prior to their outing. "Huh?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2023 9:18 pm
The argument provided to her in return was fair enough, Mimsy supposed, and she was prepared to neatly file all of the information away - until the proclamation about laws followed it. She paused in the way that she often did when she was trying to make sense of something, processing, her thoughts a spiral of the technical definitions of words that were bound to eventually emerge in some sort of an 'actually-'. It was probably for the best, then, that she had spent much too long thinking over this for it to still be relevant whatsoever. She looked down at her dress, plucked at the hem of the skirt with a soft hm, and nodded. "Oh! Yes. I understand. Like the difference between observing the night sky on an average night, compared to observing during the peak of a meteor shower." The moment of mischief went entirely unnoticed, and left her to assume that she had not been clear enough when asking her question. Embarrassing. She inched closer to America, cleared her throat, and repeated herself a little louder this time. "What is yassify?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2023 9:35 pm
"That's a really pretty way to put it," America agreed. "You're a clear sky full of Mimsy!" She laughed a little and prepared to explain, clearing her throat and taking on an authoritative tone, "It's the peak of-" And here she cut off as the strangeness of the area because to truly seep into her consciousness. |You know," she began, voice a little distant, "....you know the feeling you get, when you're out in the ocean? Where everything about it exists to make you small in the face of something bigger than even your imagination can hold. It's so, so big and old and important, but like..,even if you're still small, you're still you. It's okay to be small in front of something that big, right?" She turned to look at Mimsy, "Why am I feeling like that right now, without even a bit of ocean in sight?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2023 9:53 pm
With her focus so glued to America, it was her shift in tone that was first to catch her attention. She froze in place, keenly aware that a change in the other girl's abundant confidence was an indicator that she was beyond her own depth. Without it, Mimsy didn't quite know how to stay afloat in uncertainty that she had not thought to prepare for. "I... I don't..." She stammered, shaking her head. She had never been out so far into the ocean, and she tried to not panic as she searched for some way that she could relate to this. It came in the form of something that she'd said only seconds before. The shake turned into a nod of understanding again, and she pointed up at the sky, before looking upward with it. In her mind, she thought that she might have explained that space gave her much the same feeling as the ocean did in her example, but the words never actually came. Her eyes met America's again, wearing all of her mirrored confusion. "I don't know. Are we lost?" No, that couldn't be right. "Is the map incorrect?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2023 10:06 pm
"Something real ******** weird is going on here," America shook her head, but smiles a little, that Mimsy's Great Big Everything Else was the sky to her own ocean. "Maybe we should get out of here..." A gentle, nostalgic ghost of a figure, hopeful words said and gone like they were never there to begin with, and then America was blinking her eyes to a new scene, a little harden that wasn't there before, a plaque that belonged to her checklist. "...Mom?" America croaked out in a daze, looking around in confusion.
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