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@Moonwater
right, you won't know the point value of the option until the next day when the next scenario is revealed ^^

@Kaesa
I'm excited to read all the submissions!
@Moonwater
right, you won't know the point value of the option until the next day when the next scenario is revealed ^^

@Kaesa
I'm excited to read all the submissions!
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Day 1

You arrive at the front door of a magnificent glass and steel structure near the base of the Tempest Spire. You can see electricity crackling and jumping across the metal supports. The overly ornate gigantic metal doors decorated will all types and colors of metal and stones opens easily with a gentle push. Inside an energetic Coatl greets you, “Hello fellow inventor! Welcome to the Thundercrack World Faire! My name is Quetzalcoatl, but you can call me Quetz! What’s your name? I need to get you checked in so you can go to the back to get your invention and set up!” You answer the few questions he asks as he scribbles on his clipboard. “Alright sounds good! Here’s your nametag and a map, the storage room where your invention is at is in this room,” he says as he circles a room labeled ‘STOR 3’ with a bright blue marker. “Have fun and good luck with your invention! I’ll be watching out for it when I’m judging them later!”

He waves at you as you step past the entrance, then turns to check in the next dragon walking in the door. You examine the map. This building has two floors with rooms all along the North, East and West first floor walls. The entire middle of the first floor and the second floor balcony are filled with tables, each reserved for a different invention. The floor is already abuzz with activity; Inventors are setting up their inventions, and some dragons are already walking around looking at the various inventions. You find your way to the storage room and find the section where your invention should be…but it’s not there! You frantically search the other boxes in the section, but none of them are yours. It must have gotten lost during transportation!

Oh no! What are you going to do now?
A) Steal someone else’s invention. There are tons of them here! If you’re lucky the inventor of the one you steal borrow doesn’t show up.
B) Head outside to look for some parts to rebuild your invention. This is Lightning territory after all, maybe someone dropped something useful.
C) Look around for parts in storage. Maybe there’s a section here that has inventions others forgot to pick up?
D) Check all the storage sections for your invention. Maybe it got misplaced?
Day 1

You arrive at the front door of a magnificent glass and steel structure near the base of the Tempest Spire. You can see electricity crackling and jumping across the metal supports. The overly ornate gigantic metal doors decorated will all types and colors of metal and stones opens easily with a gentle push. Inside an energetic Coatl greets you, “Hello fellow inventor! Welcome to the Thundercrack World Faire! My name is Quetzalcoatl, but you can call me Quetz! What’s your name? I need to get you checked in so you can go to the back to get your invention and set up!” You answer the few questions he asks as he scribbles on his clipboard. “Alright sounds good! Here’s your nametag and a map, the storage room where your invention is at is in this room,” he says as he circles a room labeled ‘STOR 3’ with a bright blue marker. “Have fun and good luck with your invention! I’ll be watching out for it when I’m judging them later!”

He waves at you as you step past the entrance, then turns to check in the next dragon walking in the door. You examine the map. This building has two floors with rooms all along the North, East and West first floor walls. The entire middle of the first floor and the second floor balcony are filled with tables, each reserved for a different invention. The floor is already abuzz with activity; Inventors are setting up their inventions, and some dragons are already walking around looking at the various inventions. You find your way to the storage room and find the section where your invention should be…but it’s not there! You frantically search the other boxes in the section, but none of them are yours. It must have gotten lost during transportation!

Oh no! What are you going to do now?
A) Steal someone else’s invention. There are tons of them here! If you’re lucky the inventor of the one you steal borrow doesn’t show up.
B) Head outside to look for some parts to rebuild your invention. This is Lightning territory after all, maybe someone dropped something useful.
C) Look around for parts in storage. Maybe there’s a section here that has inventions others forgot to pick up?
D) Check all the storage sections for your invention. Maybe it got misplaced?
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12601968] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/126020/12601968_350.png[/img] [/url] [i]Oh, of course. The one festival activity you participate in and something goes wrong the moment you're done. Great job, Flux.[/i] He looked around. Several other inventors were rushing here and there, worriedly asking others. They seemed to have lost their inventions as well. Well, at least he wasn't the only one. The logical thing to do is to see if it was misplaced. Still, the amount of dragons who had the same problem was unusual. Flux decided to instead [b]C) look in the storage for spare parts.

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Oh, of course. The one festival activity you participate in and something goes wrong the moment you're done. Great job, Flux.

He looked around. Several other inventors were rushing here and there, worriedly asking others. They seemed to have lost their inventions as well. Well, at least he wasn't the only one.

The logical thing to do is to see if it was misplaced. Still, the amount of dragons who had the same problem was unusual. Flux decided to instead C) look in the storage for spare parts.
*cOUgh*
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9716247] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/97163/9716247_350.png[/img] [/url] [i]Maybe Quetz gave me the wrong storage card by mistake? I am pretty new to the inventing scene, so maybe he didn't mistook me for someone else. It wouldn't hurt to take a peek around before bothering anyone about it.[/i] [b]Choice D for Sunday![/b]

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Maybe Quetz gave me the wrong storage card by mistake? I am pretty new to the inventing scene, so maybe he didn't mistook me for someone else. It wouldn't hurt to take a peek around before bothering anyone about it.

Choice D for Sunday!
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13961175] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/139612/13961175_350.png[/img] [/url] "A man tries to prove himself... and what happens? His invention disappears..." Akira grumbled under his breath as he paced along the storage room. He glanced again at the table where his invention stood just a few days ago, hoping it will magically reappear. "I'm waiting...any moment now would a good time..." He held his breath and when nothing happened, he shook his head at his foolishness. For just a moment, he entertained the notion of just giving up and going home. But the thought of Sakura, his mate, looking at him with disappointment- or worse- pity, made him stay. "Well, I'm an inventor, after all. I might as well invent it all over again. Surely, in this storage room, there are some spare parts all over." [b]Sunday: C) Look around for parts in storage.[/b]

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"A man tries to prove himself... and what happens? His invention disappears..." Akira grumbled under his breath as he paced along the storage room. He glanced again at the table where his invention stood just a few days ago, hoping it will magically reappear. "I'm waiting...any moment now would a good time..." He held his breath and when nothing happened, he shook his head at his foolishness. For just a moment, he entertained the notion of just giving up and going home. But the thought of Sakura, his mate, looking at him with disappointment- or worse- pity, made him stay.

"Well, I'm an inventor, after all. I might as well invent it all over again. Surely, in this storage room, there are some spare parts all over."

Sunday: C) Look around for parts in storage.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=73458] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/735/73458_350.png[/img] [/url] Dimea clicked her tongue. [i]Figures[/i], she thought,[i] I never should have let some stranger touch my stuff. Something always, [b]always[/b] goes wrong. I should have insisted on transporting it myself.[/i] In fact, between her mate and herself, Dimea was sure she could have gotten her invention over intact. But someone had to watch her lab, and she couldn't just trust anyone with that! She shuddered at the thought of her life's work going out in an explosion because someone wasn't careful enough. If only there had been a way to transport her invention safely. Something that could... carry the invention for her? Something that can support the weight of machinery, and move through all kinds of terrain? Yes. That could work. Why didn't she think of it before? It would even be useful around her lab, whenever something needed to be rearranged. It would have to be able to fly, of course, or at least float. Arcane magic would be good for that. She would need to test out some inscriptions, not too hard for an Arcane dragon raised in an Arcane clan like herself! Once that was done, she would need to build some sort of propulsion system. Powering it wouldn't be an issue; she did carry an electritian's powerpack around in case of emergencies like these, after all! She looked to her golem. She could certainly scrap it for parts if she needed to, but with all its extra modifications, (designed and built by herself, of course!) she would rather not use it unless she had to. The blades on the steampunk wings could work, but taking those apart might mean a longer trip home. Especially if her new invention did not work. That was always the case, wasn't it? Things sound good in theory, but they [i]never[/i] work. Maybe there was something in here that she could use. She rummaged through the storehouse, brushing any worries about time constraints aside. [b]C) Look around for parts in storage.[/b]

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Dimea clicked her tongue. Figures, she thought, I never should have let some stranger touch my stuff. Something always, always goes wrong. I should have insisted on transporting it myself.

In fact, between her mate and herself, Dimea was sure she could have gotten her invention over intact. But someone had to watch her lab, and she couldn't just trust anyone with that! She shuddered at the thought of her life's work going out in an explosion because someone wasn't careful enough.

If only there had been a way to transport her invention safely. Something that could... carry the invention for her? Something that can support the weight of machinery, and move through all kinds of terrain?

Yes. That could work. Why didn't she think of it before? It would even be useful around her lab, whenever something needed to be rearranged.

It would have to be able to fly, of course, or at least float. Arcane magic would be good for that. She would need to test out some inscriptions, not too hard for an Arcane dragon raised in an Arcane clan like herself! Once that was done, she would need to build some sort of propulsion system. Powering it wouldn't be an issue; she did carry an electritian's powerpack around in case of emergencies like these, after all!

She looked to her golem. She could certainly scrap it for parts if she needed to, but with all its extra modifications, (designed and built by herself, of course!) she would rather not use it unless she had to. The blades on the steampunk wings could work, but taking those apart might mean a longer trip home. Especially if her new invention did not work.

That was always the case, wasn't it? Things sound good in theory, but they never work.

Maybe there was something in here that she could use. She rummaged through the storehouse, brushing any worries about time constraints aside.


C) Look around for parts in storage.
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12438391] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/124384/12438391_350.png[/img] [/url] Vangerdahast's heart dropped to his stomach, as he stood there, eyeing the empty spot where is invention was supposed to be. [i]No no no no no no no[/i] He was panicking, his breathing coming out in short, quick bursts as he checked his papers. It WAS supposed to be here... It wasn't in any of the other boxes... He muttered made-up obscenities under his breath, tears threatening to come into the young Imperial's eyes He noticed another dragon in the room, frantically trying to find theirs also. Perhaps it wasn't just him after all. He took a deep breath, trying to stop his bones from jittering. If the clan saw him like this... "No, this is my big chance." He muttered under his breath. "It could be somewhere else, or maybe it got entirely lost..." Well, no use crying over misplaced inventions. He was in Lightning territory after all, the opportunities for marvelous creations were infinite compared to that in his fiery homeland. He would come up with something, or die trying! [i]There's still time! I could look around outside, find something to help rebuild, or who knows, maybe it was dropped out there[/i] He puffed his chest out and with a new goal, he galloped out of the storage room, knocking the poor dragon on the head with his partially unfurled wings. He was off to [b]B) Head outside to look for some parts to rebuild his invention. [/b]

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Vangerdahast's heart dropped to his stomach, as he stood there, eyeing the empty spot where is invention was supposed to be.

No no no no no no no

He was panicking, his breathing coming out in short, quick bursts as he checked his papers. It WAS supposed to be here... It wasn't in any of the other boxes...

He muttered made-up obscenities under his breath, tears threatening to come into the young Imperial's eyes

He noticed another dragon in the room, frantically trying to find theirs also. Perhaps it wasn't just him after all.

He took a deep breath, trying to stop his bones from jittering. If the clan saw him like this...

"No, this is my big chance." He muttered under his breath. "It could be somewhere else, or maybe it got entirely lost..."

Well, no use crying over misplaced inventions. He was in Lightning territory after all, the opportunities for marvelous creations were infinite compared to that in his fiery homeland.
He would come up with something, or die trying!
There's still time! I could look around outside, find something to help rebuild, or who knows, maybe it was dropped out there

He puffed his chest out and with a new goal, he galloped out of the storage room, knocking the poor dragon on the head with his partially unfurled wings. He was off to B) Head outside to look for some parts to rebuild his invention.

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@Stormdragon To clarify, would Quetz greet a Coatl inventor in the native tongue or traditional draconic? EDIT: I'll assume the former for the time being and edit if necessary. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3487765][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/34878/3487765_350.png[/img][/url] A veritable temple to science lay in wait. Whoever had shaped the place certainly had luxuries to play with. In a way Myzrin could almost be thankful for the rationing of materials and tools which had become necessary on migrating away from the realm of her birth-Flight: it had forced her to be efficient. Efficiency demanded diligence and diligence brought high-quality work, which was a reward in itself. So close to the Stormcatcher’s head of operations as the facility was, it was likely a hub of industry which was taking time off for the holiday and put to this other purpose in the meantime. Nothing was wasted. Magnificent. The Lightning Coatl gave her name and the clan of her current domicile if necessary. It was possible, if improbable, that some other ‘Myzrin’ was here today. The potential confusion would be inconvenient, but nothing to feud over. A birth-name was nothing more than that. A factor that could be circumvented by use of a taken-name if desired, but generally had minuscule impact at best. Myzrin processed her acquisitions. A nametag? Perhaps it was a means to easily identify entrants and victors. For a moment the Coatl dreaded that it was an invitation to [i]socialise[/i]. There had been moments where she’d wondered why she’d chosen to attend this event. Such moments were always fleeting. Yes. She had journeyed from the Shifting Expanse to set up a workshop free from the loathsome distractions and sabotage of [i]competition[/i]. But now was her chance to show everyone what she had the potential to create. Had any of the Light dragons she laired with known her story, they may have commented that it was ‘her time to shine.’ Lightning didn’t shine. It struck and made an irrefutable point. [i]Encouragement[/i]. Myzrin had found it strange how Molerince, a fellow Lightning-born, practically relied on it to function. Like all things, it had its place, Myzrin considered. At the current time, she didn’t mind it, but if she was deep in her work, having a voice at her back would be little better than heckling. The Coatl’s thoughts went to her invention, oddly enough, to the sound of it. At the end of one shift that young Coatl from the Starwood Strand had told her it would inspire his next composition. Some days Molerince had quietly walked into the workshop and stood a respectful distance away. She enjoyed the sound of hatchling-hood, so she said. Myzrin almost felt...warm. It could be theorised that the infectiousness of the Wildclaw’s delight was the reason for a certain Ice Pearlcatcher’s efforts to make Molerince smile. There was a joke waiting to be made there. Myzrin eyed some of the gawkers wandering around. She direly hoped, for their sake as well as hers, that none would be so imbecilic as to prod any of the exhibitions on display like some docile ore deposit. The noise was [i]grating[/i] and Myzrin mentally cursed how her travel distance and method (reliable as the latter was to never be late) prevented her from arriving earlier and finding an optimal post. Well, it was illogical to delay further, such things would only increase as time went on; she picked up the pace and fluttered to the designated storage area. ~~~ Myzrin cursed in Coatl. It was apparent that she had misjudged the balance of cargo-transport speed and reliability. That was one problematic compromise of working with restricted resources. Who had told that greeter it had arrived successfully? A saboteur? She would at the very least inform the former of the error, if not give both a piece of her mind. An opportunity could occur near the time of judging: if he was watching out for it as he’d said, that implied he’d recognise it and the error that had transpired. Perhaps there had been a notational error, but the rate of visitor arrival had been increasing and the greeter with the lists was likely occupied. There was no time to wait. Myzrin didn’t have the patience. There was no chance she was going to give up and head home now. This was a time that called for improvisation and adaptation, for some it was how they survived. When one is in a hurry, as in high-profile events with busy schedules, dragon-error was 77.5% more likely to occur with degree having a higher mean. Therefore, the chances of useful components being available for free use were favourable. [b] C) Look around for parts in storage. Maybe there’s a section here that has inventions others forgot to pick up?[/b]
@Stormdragon

To clarify, would Quetz greet a Coatl inventor in the native tongue or traditional draconic?

EDIT: I'll assume the former for the time being and edit if necessary.

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A veritable temple to science lay in wait.
Whoever had shaped the place certainly had luxuries to play with. In a way Myzrin could almost be thankful for the rationing of materials and tools which had become necessary on migrating away from the realm of her birth-Flight: it had forced her to be efficient. Efficiency demanded diligence and diligence brought high-quality work, which was a reward in itself.

So close to the Stormcatcher’s head of operations as the facility was, it was likely a hub of industry which was taking time off for the holiday and put to this other purpose in the meantime.
Nothing was wasted. Magnificent.

The Lightning Coatl gave her name and the clan of her current domicile if necessary. It was possible, if improbable, that some other ‘Myzrin’ was here today. The potential confusion would be inconvenient, but nothing to feud over. A birth-name was nothing more than that. A factor that could be circumvented by use of a taken-name if desired, but generally had minuscule impact at best.

Myzrin processed her acquisitions.

A nametag? Perhaps it was a means to easily identify entrants and victors. For a moment the Coatl dreaded that it was an invitation to socialise.

There had been moments where she’d wondered why she’d chosen to attend this event. Such moments were always fleeting. Yes. She had journeyed from the Shifting Expanse to set up a workshop free from the loathsome distractions and sabotage of competition. But now was her chance to show everyone what she had the potential to create. Had any of the Light dragons she laired with known her story, they may have commented that it was ‘her time to shine.’

Lightning didn’t shine. It struck and made an irrefutable point.


Encouragement. Myzrin had found it strange how Molerince, a fellow Lightning-born, practically relied on it to function. Like all things, it had its place, Myzrin considered. At the current time, she didn’t mind it, but if she was deep in her work, having a voice at her back would be little better than heckling.

The Coatl’s thoughts went to her invention, oddly enough, to the sound of it. At the end of one shift that young Coatl from the Starwood Strand had told her it would inspire his next composition. Some days Molerince had quietly walked into the workshop and stood a respectful distance away. She enjoyed the sound of hatchling-hood, so she said.

Myzrin almost felt...warm. It could be theorised that the infectiousness of the Wildclaw’s delight was the reason for a certain Ice Pearlcatcher’s efforts to make Molerince smile.
There was a joke waiting to be made there.


Myzrin eyed some of the gawkers wandering around. She direly hoped, for their sake as well as hers, that none would be so imbecilic as to prod any of the exhibitions on display like some docile ore deposit.

The noise was grating and Myzrin mentally cursed how her travel distance and method (reliable as the latter was to never be late) prevented her from arriving earlier and finding an optimal post.

Well, it was illogical to delay further, such things would only increase as time went on; she picked up the pace and fluttered to the designated storage area.

~~~

Myzrin cursed in Coatl.
It was apparent that she had misjudged the balance of cargo-transport speed and reliability. That was one problematic compromise of working with restricted resources. Who had told that greeter it had arrived successfully? A saboteur? She would at the very least inform the former of the error, if not give both a piece of her mind. An opportunity could occur near the time of judging: if he was watching out for it as he’d said, that implied he’d recognise it and the error that had transpired.

Perhaps there had been a notational error, but the rate of visitor arrival had been increasing and the greeter with the lists was likely occupied. There was no time to wait. Myzrin didn’t have the patience.

There was no chance she was going to give up and head home now. This was a time that called for improvisation and adaptation, for some it was how they survived.

When one is in a hurry, as in high-profile events with busy schedules, dragon-error was 77.5% more likely to occur with degree having a higher mean. Therefore, the chances of useful components being available for free use were favourable.

C) Look around for parts in storage. Maybe there’s a section here that has inventions others forgot to pick up?
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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=5443143] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/54432/5443143_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "Well, that's irritating," Stark muttered to himself as he glared around the storage room. He glanced across at his golem companion and asked, "Jarvis, are you picking up any readings?" "Unfortunately not, sir," the golem replied, his electronically modulated voice as calm as ever, even in the face of Stark's annoyance. "There is no trace of your work in the immediate vicinity." Stark rolled his eyes, a frustrated growl rumbling in his throat. [i]Typical.[/i] His invention had been truly amazing, and he's been looking forward to showing it off in front of other members of his Flight - maybe even in front of the Stormcatcher himself. Stark had been certain that even the Boss would be impressed by his efforts. Still, he wasn't one to back down from a challenge. There was time to salvage the situation. It wasn't like he'd never scraped together unbelievably advanced technology with whatever scrap metal he could get his claws on before. He could do it again. He [i]was[/i] a genius, after all. He squared his shoulders. He was in the heart of the Shifting Expanse, surrounded by Sornieth's finest inventors - and while none of them were [i]quite[/i] as brilliant as Stark himself, there was bound to be a pile of cast-off metal pieces and wire somewhere. He could use what he found there to re-build his creation. In fact, he would probably be able to find the parts he needed here with far more ease than he ever would back home! It was going to be great - and when he was done, they would be all the more impressed that he'd thrown his invention back together in such a short space of time. "Come on, Jarvis," he said as he turned his back on the storage room and strode out. "We have work to do." [b]B) Head outside to look for some parts to rebuild your invention. This is Lightning territory after all, maybe someone dropped something useful.[/b] (I hope no one is too offended by Stark's inflated ego! :S )

"Well, that's irritating," Stark muttered to himself as he glared around the storage room. He glanced across at his golem companion and asked, "Jarvis, are you picking up any readings?"

"Unfortunately not, sir," the golem replied, his electronically modulated voice as calm as ever, even in the face of Stark's annoyance. "There is no trace of your work in the immediate vicinity."

Stark rolled his eyes, a frustrated growl rumbling in his throat. Typical. His invention had been truly amazing, and he's been looking forward to showing it off in front of other members of his Flight - maybe even in front of the Stormcatcher himself. Stark had been certain that even the Boss would be impressed by his efforts.

Still, he wasn't one to back down from a challenge. There was time to salvage the situation. It wasn't like he'd never scraped together unbelievably advanced technology with whatever scrap metal he could get his claws on before. He could do it again.

He was a genius, after all.

He squared his shoulders. He was in the heart of the Shifting Expanse, surrounded by Sornieth's finest inventors - and while none of them were quite as brilliant as Stark himself, there was bound to be a pile of cast-off metal pieces and wire somewhere. He could use what he found there to re-build his creation. In fact, he would probably be able to find the parts he needed here with far more ease than he ever would back home! It was going to be great - and when he was done, they would be all the more impressed that he'd thrown his invention back together in such a short space of time.

"Come on, Jarvis," he said as he turned his back on the storage room and strode out. "We have work to do."


B) Head outside to look for some parts to rebuild your invention. This is Lightning territory after all, maybe someone dropped something useful.

(I hope no one is too offended by Stark's inflated ego! :S )
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Nautilus was so excited for the World Faire Inventor's Contest. He had worked very hard to build his contraption. The coatl Quetz gave him his name badge and map and he headed to STOR 3, where his invention was.

It wasn't there! It had to be here. It just had to be. He had worked so hard on it. Nautilus frantically searched again. It just wasn't here. He needed to calm down before he accidentally tied himself up in knots. What could he do? He thought about searching the other sections in case it got misplaced, but Lightning dragons were so organized (those spreadsheets) he thought that was unlikely. He was better off going outside to see if he could scrounge together enough parts to make another invention.

B) Head outside to look for some parts to rebuild your invention. This is Lightning territory after all, maybe someone dropped something useful.
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