[MODERATED] [CRITERIA: minimum 4 participants, 1 from each House, solve the puzzle] [METAPLOT]
2.4.89 is penned across the top of an otherwise blank page in an open journal. The quill moves slowly, looping script, vaguely familiar to students enrolled in Charms. What is that change in the air?
What is that change in the air?
The memory's owner glances up from the page. It's a lovely day. Cloudless blue sky, bright, sunny and warm. A few butterflies flutter by overhead, bobbing lazily through the air, and all around the ambient music of high school life fills the air — a class bell, a few kids shouting and laughing, the sound of feet sprinting on pavement. There's a boy surreptitiously flicking a lighter over and over beneath a nearby pine tree. A girl drinks water from a plastic bottle and accidentally spills some of it down her shirt. If this weren't obviously the central green, the two muscheron that wave as they scurry by are a dead giveaway.
The memory owner is seated cross-legged in front of a massive tree. Up, up, up they tip their chin. The maple never seems to end, more than a hundred feet high. The massive canopy is lush with new growth, spring leaves practically glowing with that fresh young bright green — but something's wrong.
MEMORY: What Went Wrong
[CRITERIA: minimum 4 participants, 1 from each House, solve the puzzle]
[METAPLOT]
2.4.89 is penned across the top of an otherwise blank page in an open journal. The quill moves slowly, looping script, vaguely familiar to students enrolled in Charms. What is that change in the air?
What is that change in the air?
The memory's owner glances up from the page. It's a lovely day. Cloudless blue sky, bright, sunny and warm. A few butterflies flutter by overhead, bobbing lazily through the air, and all around the ambient music of high school life fills the air — a class bell, a few kids shouting and laughing, the sound of feet sprinting on pavement. There's a boy surreptitiously flicking a lighter over and over beneath a nearby pine tree. A girl drinks water from a plastic bottle and accidentally spills some of it down her shirt. If this weren't obviously the central green, the two muscheron that wave as they scurry by are a dead giveaway.
The memory owner is seated cross-legged in front of a massive tree. Up, up, up they tip their chin. The maple never seems to end, more than a hundred feet high. The massive canopy is lush with new growth, spring leaves practically glowing with that fresh young bright green — but something's wrong.