08-07-2018, 09:10 PM
This was his first weekly task here in Snowbound: make a mass meet and greet, and give it a twist. Wendell had almost immediately envisioned it when leaving the banquet hall; it was a typical meet and greet, though the catch was that you had to bring an item to trade with someone else. It didn’t matter what the item was, as long as you didn’t mind parting ways with it. Optimistically, there wasn’t anyone in the clan bothered by these restrictions, though you never knew. It was thinking of the twist that was the easy part, spreading the message prove more difficult. The wolverine had tried handwritten cards, but there was always that one illiterate person. In the end, he decided on simply speaking to the several people he actually knew, asking them to relay the memo to everyone they meet so that this game would work out.
The setting was just to the side of the village, where Wendell had gotten set up. The item he had brought with him was a bracelet, dressed in violet beads and a gemstone or three. It was still in good shape, and it looks as if it hadn’t been used as of yet.
It was about the time when this thing began. Here goes nothing. "Wha’s goin’ on, everyone?" he began, regardless of the amount of people there, ”My name’s Wendell Harrowsmith, and I’m th’ one who dragged ye’ all out here. I jus’ joined Snowbound, and, uh... I’m a wolverine.”. Addressing his species was the most important out of all of that, he felt. Ever since he got here, occasional stares were shot in his direction. Wendell knew that he wasn’t a dog or cat, the fact of which bothered him none. He liked being different. Besides, everyone here was a Snowbounder in the end.
”I’m what you’d call an “alcohol enthusiast”, and a “food enthusiast” as well. Th’ item I brought with me ‘s a bracelet, a nice purple one. Some ol’ hermit claimin’ t’ be a mystic gave me it, sayin’ it had supernatural powers, or somethin’. So yeah, that’s me. Feel free to take the wristband.”
The setting was just to the side of the village, where Wendell had gotten set up. The item he had brought with him was a bracelet, dressed in violet beads and a gemstone or three. It was still in good shape, and it looks as if it hadn’t been used as of yet.
It was about the time when this thing began. Here goes nothing. "Wha’s goin’ on, everyone?" he began, regardless of the amount of people there, ”My name’s Wendell Harrowsmith, and I’m th’ one who dragged ye’ all out here. I jus’ joined Snowbound, and, uh... I’m a wolverine.”. Addressing his species was the most important out of all of that, he felt. Ever since he got here, occasional stares were shot in his direction. Wendell knew that he wasn’t a dog or cat, the fact of which bothered him none. He liked being different. Besides, everyone here was a Snowbounder in the end.
”I’m what you’d call an “alcohol enthusiast”, and a “food enthusiast” as well. Th’ item I brought with me ‘s a bracelet, a nice purple one. Some ol’ hermit claimin’ t’ be a mystic gave me it, sayin’ it had supernatural powers, or somethin’. So yeah, that’s me. Feel free to take the wristband.”