[ACE] My love.

Can you hear the echo?
The thump of the sound against your chest?
Your first location is quite grand
Honor to the ages, paid tribute to the art
you will find your first clue
where performance and observation
go hand in hand.

[ooc; The students first prompt is to find the location they are meant to meet up. It can be up to you whether this process is long or short. Once they find where they are going I will pop in to give the next clue! Enjoy ]

There was something about a new sort of adventure that put a spring into Sandra’s step. It could just be that it switched up her schedule and got her out of her room, although she was never quite the person that rejoiced in the lack of luxuries of her room. For example, she had more of a choice than a big puffy sweater to insulate her body better than it could naturally, in addition to lugging along pockets full of heat pads.

Anyways, her venture through the hallways had a purpose, the source being this Valentines event sort of deal. She wasn’t one to fall into the trap that was a holiday that meant nothing to her, but the reward of free days off and one hundred percent mark was incredibly tempting considering that it was just the thing to put her ahead in her math class. While poetry was not something she held in high regard, in fact sometimes it frustrated her, it was at least worth the shot and hey she could get lucky and be matched up with someone who knew how to deconstruct the “Artsy Bullshit.”

The first riddle was not hard to deduce, thankfully. Art, performance, they might as just sent her a paper with the word Auditorium in the largest font they could write in. Sure, it could’ve been the art classroom, but Sandra doubted that the school would put together the event and expect them to break into people’s offices. If they did though, Sandra would give them mad props.

The stout woman burst through the theatre’s doors with the ease and uncaring manner that one would when returning home. She breathed in the stagnant air of the room, still an aroma of buttery popcorn wafting through the air from her Film Club’s last use of the area. Such sentiments flashed by quickly, there were still marks to be exploited here.

She held the tiny paper out in front of her, pinning her spectacles down as though it was a butterfly, though instead of flying away they would plummet to the ground like a lead weight. Her eyes squinted and her lips pouted. Her gaze dwindled around the room for a few moment, then her vision drew back to the page. “Shit, where now?” she slurred as she searched the air of the space, expecting what she was looking for to be dangling from the ceiling by invisible wires. If so, she hoped whoever she was paired with had 20/20 vision.

For once, the boy was dressed in something other than a t-shirt and shorts as he left his dorm room, having opted for comfortable jeans, a hoodie, and a pair of Vans, which were more suited for the weather and activity at hand.  Traveling and exploring had always been two of Braedyn's major hobbies, and a scavenger hunt sounded like the perfect opportunity to engage in some competition and explore the school.  His clue was quite obviously pointing to the auditorium, which he'd visited a few times. (The line about the pounding heart was pretty clever, he thought.)  The acoustics were great for playing a bit of guitar, even if no one was around to watch--which was sometimes better than having an audience.  Low stress and all.

He was determined to win (or at least do very well) this race.  The boy thrived in competition and lived for bragging rights, perhaps one of more his obnoxious traits.  Braedyn found the auditorium with an ease comparable to that experienced when finding one's home.  As he pushed the door open, he could feel the cold, still air.  "It smells like a theater in here," he commented absently.  He didn't notice the girl until she spoke, and if he'd been anyone else, would've been embarrassed to have been caught talking to himself.  

"Hey, I'm Braedyn.  I'm assuming you're my partner?" he said, by way of greeting.  He knew he'd seen her around before, but was pretty sure they hadn't met.  He cast his gaze upwards, curious about what the girl was looking at.

Sandra continued to search the ceiling as she absently dug her hand through her short locks, still rather mystified about what it was she should be doing. It would seem as though her trouble had met their end as she heard the doors behind her open once more, meaning that either her partner had showed up or there was a dress rehearsal. If she was lucky, those people might trip over whatever it is she’s supposed to find.

She heard the man’s voice sail directly over her head, and she spun around only to be met with the dude’s chest in her face. Her nose bounced off the boy’s pecks, the rest of her body flicking backwards. She swiftly rubbed her face and shook her noggin clean of the embarrassment that she hardly felt. After the abrupt collision that probably didn’t even off kilter the other boy, Sandra peered up at her partner, having to notch her head back way more than she’d like to admit. “Goddamn. Well, I suppose matching me up with Paul Bunyan is a fair balance” she commented, nearly missing the boy’s introduction. She could swear that she hadn’t met a guy who was shorter than six foot anywhere around the campus, it was getting quite ridiculous, not to mention that she will have kinks in her neck for the next two decades that not even the best masseuse could fix.

“Sorry man, but you are fucking huge. I mean, you know, forget it” she backtracked quickly, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “What I meant to say, I’m Sandra and I’m certain I’m your partner as well” she continued after a sigh and awkward grunt. “Anyways, I suppose I’ll be your resident dwarf, so if need be you can probably chuck me like a football to wherever you can’t reach” she joked as she reaffirmed her grip on the riddle page.

Before she could go any further though, she pulled a granola bar from her back pocket. As her eyes quickly glimpsed over the page, she tore into the snack’s wrapper, adding with “I’m also getting mad cravings today, so I’ll probably be substitutable for the lovable fat kid from every eighties kid’s movie.”

With half of the food item already in her mouth, she displayed the riddle page to her partner and asked “do you have any idea what the fuck this means?” clearly muffled by her chewing.

[ooc; Continue on with your searching, click here www.roll-dice-online.com/ in the mean time and type in OOC what you've rolled out of a d20. I will pop back in and let you know which student finds the first clue to the first item.]

(OOC: Braedyn has rolled a 5)

(OOC: Sandra rolled 12)

[ooc;
Braedyn > If he so chooses to look around there is a small pink piece of paper laying on an auditorium seat near where he is standing.
Sandra > Keep looking! Sandra is no where near the next clue.]