tiptoe — o, wkly task

[ghostpact]

This weekly task was going to be more fun than the last. Sure, showing off his incredible artistic skills was great and all, but getting people to play stupid games? That was even better. He took a mental list of notes, things he had to do to prepare for this. Firstly, he had to find the biggest hill in their territory. Then, he collected all the plastic eggs he'd used on April Fools day. Luckily, he was a smart cookie and only put the glitter in a certain color because that would've been bad if he opened the wrong one and it backfired. It would've been late, but that would've probably been worse. Carefully stashing away the glitter-filled eggs in his room for another time, he emptied the rest and brushed those contents to the side. Then he took a small bottle of red paint and poured a bit into each fake egg, carefully clicking them closed. He pressed the bottle cap down and set it aside. With even greater care than he'd taken with the glitter eggs, he picked them up one by one and gently placed them in his newly found box. Dragging the thing all the way to his destination was a little annoying and took a while, but he was eventually there, at the top of the biggest hill he could find. It would be part of the game he'd decided on, but he had backup ideas if everyone failed at this one too quickly. It was no fun to hang out for like two seconds and then leave.

"YO! EVERYONE! GET OUT HERE!"

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the ascendants — starstruck guardian — tags

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Bastille had wondered what Imm would get up to with this task. He was, after all, a complete and utter shit -- he probably had an unlimited amount of wild ideas in the name of entertaining people, honestly. Luckily his headache had faded somewhat since the morning (he was still worried about Luna, still agitated, but he'd been getting better at distracting himself), because he had a filling whatever game Imm came up with most likely would have annoyed the hell out of him otherwise. As Bast heard him start yelling, he rolled his eyes and headed outside, eyeing the... hill?

"Uh," he said, giving Imm a skeptical look, "I'm not sure I even want to know."