gooseberryhigh | EASTER EGG HUNT

EASTER EGG HUNT

It's a bright, sunny morning already, perfect for the festivities to come. The house elves have been very hard at work before students gather for the annual Easter egg hunt, hiding eggs all over campus.

The staff and house elves insist all students must have a good, hearty breakfast before the hunt begins. The picnic tables have been set out in the gardens, and the pastel decorations are quaint and endearing if you have an eye for cute. They might be a little saccharine for some students' tastes.

Mr. Oakes has a special gift for the students as well. He has baskets full of shimmering eggs, that he's magically filled with glitter and charmed to explode upon impact. He's cordoned off an area a little out of the way where students can throw eggs at one another, but does warn that the glitter sticks. Good news: you won't rub off much on other people. Bad news: it takes effort to get off. Either way, it's a good way to pass the time until the hunt.

When it's time for the hunt, the prize is presented: a massive chick plush. It's huge. Getting it home is going to be a pain. Still, if you find the largest number of eggs, it's all yours! There will be a count done to see which house found the most eggs as well, but the only prize is bragging rights.

Competitors line up, and everyone is given a basket laced with a ribbon matching their house's color. Finally, Thorn blows a whistle, loosing them on the gardens and fields!

HOW THIS WORKS

At 9:00 AM, breakfast is available out in the gardens. It's a crisp 55°F.

At 10:30 AM, students are released for the Easter egg hunt! The range of the hunt exends along all trails and public areas outside, but never more than 3' from the trail.

There are dyed hardboiled eggs, plastic eggs full of candy, and wrapped chocolates hidden all around campus. Each item counts as one for the sake of the contest.

Hunters have one hour to search for prizes!

At the end of the hour, the participants will have their prizes counted up and the winner will be awarded the chick. Congratulations?

As with last year, characters can team up and add their egg totals together in hopes of winning the chick plush. You can only have a maximum of five (5) people in a group. Your character can't join multiple groups; once you've made a group, you're set, so choose carefully.

You can ask to re-roll two of your characters, i.e. each player can only ask for two re-rolls. The re-roll is not guaranteed to be higher than the original roll.

Staff will be on hand, scattered around campus, to punish misbehavior.

There is a cordoned-off area for throwing glitter eggs at one another. If you enter the area (i.e. post your character there) you may get glitter bombed. The glitter filled eggs cannot be stolen, nor can they be thrown outside the limits of the area set aside for this.

CURRENT TOTALS
EBONHIDE	RIBBONFIN	AZURCREST	COPPERTALE
419	468	546	551

THE MOST EGGS

#1. Different Birds (214) = Jade (45) + Essie (50) + Reece (33) + Lachlan (36) + Riley (50)
#2. Wet Fish (197) = Calvin (37) + JD (44) + Ruby (33) + Jonah (35) + Ramon (48)
#3. Chickabros (182) = Lucas (31) + Jeffy (34) + Zach (40) + Micah (38) + Noel (39)
#4. Fox Family (171) = Georgie (22) + Sy (35) + Phin (45) + January (33) + Danny (36)
#5. Team Shandy (163) = Ira (30) + Heathcliff (40) + Todd (45) + Spencer (24) + Cash (24)
#6. Big Fish Girls (140) = Avery (41) + Rosy (36) + Ursula (28) + Chloe (35)
#7. Mad Adult (130) = Chad (33) + Nisha (27) + Archie (24) + Dinah (46)

Want a shot at winning? Make an alliance!

» BREAKFAST IN THE GARDENS: The flowers are beginning to bloom, and there are picnic tables and blankets out to sit, eat and socialize during or after the hunt. There's quiche, french toast with blueberry compote, hardboiled eggs, eggs benedict, cinnamon buns, fruit, and pancakes. There are vegan versions available.

» Glitter egg fight: There's a roped off area where you can throw glitter filled eggs at anyone else within the boundaries of the game. There's a charm that bounced back any eggs you try to throw outside the ropes, and will stop you little monsters from stealing them.

» THE HUNT: Post the below form here if your character is entering the competition.

» OOC - Discussion

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"Hi," Cameron answers between bites of egg. Iliya looks confused and frustrated at first, and Cameron thinks he must be forgetting something important. Maybe syrup. Then he leans over and kissed him on the cheek and such a public display of affection surprises Cameron, even if it is a small one. Is Iliya blushing? Is Cameron? "Hello," he echoes, grinning stupidly. He leans in closer to brush a kiss against Iliya's cheek and whispers, "Scandalous."

Edited 2018-04-07 05:33 (UTC)

"Shut up," Iliya grumbles, putting up a hand to gently push Cameron away. "You will get syrup on me." He hadn't been blushing before, but now he is, which is mortifying precisely because he knows how much Cameron enjoys it. Iliya tries to look stern as he picks up his plate again, but it's nearly impossible with how Cameron is grinning at him.

He looks off for a moment, trying to hide his smile. "You are excited? It is spring. Everyone talking about prom."

Cameron exaggerates the force behind Iliya's push, swaying away from him like he's going to topple over. "That would be a sticky situation," he says as he straightens, without even trying to keep a straight face. He keeps an eye on Iliya , waiting for the moment he gets him to crack a smile.

"Sure, 'tis the season," he agrees, without the fervor he'd had in the lead up to prom last season. "Weather is warming up too, finally. I'm starting to thaw out."

"You are lucky. Durmstrang is in the mountains as well, but they did not let us light fires except for class. To make us strong, yes? Give us character. So we would wear fur cloaks and try not to freeze." Iliya rolls his eyes, but the usual irritation isn't there in his voice. His days at Durmstrang feel very far now, especially while he's sitting on a picnic blanket with Cameron, and tearing a warm cinnamon bun to pieces. He used to hate being away at school. Not so much, anymore.

Iliya looks curiously at him as he munches on his food. Cameron sounds more subdued than usual. Which Iliya doesn't mind, but... "Are you alright?" Cameron has been dealing with a lot lately. It suddenly seems ridiculous to prattle on so long about dances and his old school.

"I am lucky then, cause I'd have died. Utah is plenty cold for me, even with the fires," he says, shivering and rubbing his arms just for show, despite the fact it's a lovely spring morning. "Though maybe someone should have froze me more during my formative years. Might have toughened me up. Can't cry if your tears freeze to your face."

Cameron pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth, then lowers his hand. "I'm ... fine?" he answers, brows furrowing. He has the facial expression of someone who suspects there might be something on their face, concerned and confused. "Why do you ask?"

Iliya shakes his head. "I would not like you so much if you were tough. Which is not to say— I mean—" He rolls his eyes at himself. Cameron knows what he means. Probably.

Words fail him again at Cameron's simple question. "I... Nothing. No reason. I worry too much, yes? Only..." It shouldn't so hard to ask—Cameron had brought these things up in the first place, after all. Who are you running for prom court with? Is the musical going well? Do you like your glasses? Do you still not know what you are doing after graduation? Have you contacted your father yet? But it all catches in Iliya's throat, suddenly too much to say.

When he finally pushes a question out, it's not the one he was expecting: "Do you want to do the competition? To steal... With Event Committee. For... ah..." Iliya stares down at his cinnamon bun, almost accusingly, like it forced him into this.

Cameron laughs and ducks his head with a little bobbing nod. "I know what you mean." He's sensitive is what Iliya means. The type of person who cries at Pixar movies, not the type of person who shoulders their way through hard situations with steely stoicism. He knows that's one of the things Iliya chose him for, that he means it as a compliment, but it has been an insult often enough to embarrass him a little anyway when it's pointed out so bluntly.

"Maybe," Cameron says, but he doesn't really believe that it's nothing. He wants to press him, ask him what had made him worry enough to ask. Was it something he said? Something he did? When Iliya finally speaks again, it's not what Cameron expected. "You want to?" he asks. "You know the prize is a spot on prom court, right?" he teases. He takes off his glasses to clean them on his sleeve. They're still new and strange, and every smudge in his field of vision bothers him. "We don't have to if you don't want to just on my account."

"I..." Iliya just waves a hand instead of speaking, suddenly flustered over where he's lead this conversation. He'd been thinking about it for a few days, ever since EC had announced it. His initial reaction had been I would rather die, followed seconds later by the guilty thought of how much Cameron would enjoy it. And he'd known that Cameron would never push him into it, and if Iliya did bring it up, then Cameron would do precisely what he's doing right now, which is insist that it's unnecessary. And maybe Cameron means that, and he wouldn't care at all if he didn't participate, but maybe Iliya cares if Cameron didn't, even though he can't really articulate why. Guilt, probably, that he isn't more fun. Cameron would tell him that he has no reason to feel guilty, but even so...

Iliya sighs audibly, frustrated by his own circular thoughts. "Maybe I want to because you would want to." Not the most enthusiastic endorsement. Maybe he should've suggested that Cameron partner up with Casey, and spared them all from enduring a stupid conversation. Dammit. "Probably we will not even win. Or pass the first round. Are there rounds? I do not even know what kind of competition this is." Iliya looks off. His next words are an embarrassed mumble. "I would not hate it. Not if you were there."

Cameron watches Iliya's expression keenly for a moment, still idly rubbing his glasses against his sleeve, looking for clues about what the other boy is thinking. The heist doesn't sound like an activity his boyfriend would enjoy, and the prize of a place on the prom court wouldn't appeal to him. He knows he's the reason Iliya's suggesting it, and though he's willing to entertain the notion that Iliya truly wouldn't mind, he's searching for the merest hint that he's dreading it to insist they won't do it. It's a tricky balancing act between forcing Iliya to have some fun and making him suffer. "Probably not, but we'd have fun anyway," he agrees, returning his glasses to his face. "And it's okay if we don't win, 'cause you know I'll get nominated even if I'm not campaigning."

"We'd have fun anyway," Iliya echoes, unintentionally using Cameron's Southern accent for a second rather than his own awkward pseudo-Bulgarian one. Right. Yes. That's what a competent boyfriend would say in this situation. At a loss for anything else to add to that, Iliya just nods. Not for the first time, he's grateful that Cameron is somehow able to navigate conversations with him.

Iliya watches him for a moment instead of returning to his breakfast. "I was right," he says. "You look handsome with glasses."

Cameron notices the accent shift and smiles, though he doesn't comment on it. "We'll have fun together no matter what we do," he answers in the London accent that Iliya has been working with him on for the play.

He shakes his head, smiling slightly, and pushes the glasses up his nose. "Like a handsome nerd, maybe. I don't need to wear them all the time, but I need them today if I'm going to spot all the candy eggs to give to a cute boy I know."

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