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The Final Week
Weather: All Week - Clear Skies
- Mystery Mail
With the event coming to a close, you may be thinking, “What now?” It seemed like Tom Nook really wanted you all to host KK Slider for the sake of going home, but you’re still here. You’re still on Isle Sonrisa. Although...the event did bring you Gulliver, and that in turn brought you those mysterious parts and messages you got in the mail this morning. Could this be a step closer to getting back home? Maybe so, but there’s only one way to find out.
Before you begin, though, Tom Nook has a few words to say for his announcements.
“Everyone, thank you so much for your hard work these past few weeks. We were able to bring KK Slider over and in turn, we’ve been receiving dozens of applications for new residents! Er, granted, I can only take so many of them until we get all of you home -- well, those of you who expressed wanting to go home, anyhow -- so I’ll be busy this upcoming week. Wilbur, Orville and I have been trying to reach out to people to try to help you find your way home, and our friend Gulliver mentioned he sent parts over to you all, yes? Do let me know how that goes! Ah, and there’s one other thing I need to take care of myself, so if you need me, I’ll be in my tent for the rest of the week.”
He doesn’t specify what that specific thing is, though. Ah, well. That seems to be the end of his announcements: Short and to the point. He seems a little stressed and busy what with the application intake, so perhaps your time is better spent figuring out the mystery behind what you received in the mail.
Your next steps will be important, after all. The end is near; how will you get there?
Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday
it happens!
Let's see if these join up anywhere, then.
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Some very cool music starts to play, and the lightning (which isn't harmful!) stays for a few moments. And then, also coming down from the sky to shut everything up, is a gavel. It seems to smash the lightning underneath it, and the music stops just before the gavel disappears; but in your hands now is something interesting.
It's a rather tiny piece, one that's around 6 inches in width and 4 inches in height. It's a black rectangle that seems to have some sort of screen on it. It looks like it's missing its other half, what with how there seems to be a slot on one side for something to slide and click into place; and a few weird-looking plugs sticking out of it. It's definitely meant to connect to something else. ]
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[Zeke takes just one look at the device, before he chuckles and shrugs, one hand out.] And now the two of us find another pair that has the other half, right?
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The comforting feeling had been nice. Miles hadn't felt anything like that in quite a long time. And the gavel? An odd feeling of finality had followed it for him. Not quite like winning a case, not quite like losing it. Just...in recess.
He looks at the new piece, smaller now, violating the law of conservation of mass. Then again, nothing had made sense here, starting with arriving on a shooting star.]
I imagine putting the pieces together will be similarly dramatic, [he says dryly, but he's actually a little bit excited about it. A mystery of sorts. This should take them home, in theory - but how? What machine are they all building?]