by Rondell » Sat Oct 31, 2015 12:57 pm
My owning Wednesday was an accident - an oops. You see, when I got that invitation to the Agency's annual Halloween party (and decided to attend), I just thought it was going to be a fun night out with a few other Nera owners. Which it was. There was food, dancing, music... even a costume contest and a few games, all of which were quite fun to play and to watch. But the Agency had also taken the opportunity to hold a few raffles. And it was one of these that would prove to be my undoing. Seeing as the money was going to help pay the staff, buy needed supplies, and, ultimately, rescue more Nera, I shrugged and bought a few tickets. What the hey? It was for a good cause. Besides, with my luck, I never expected to win. I never win anything, you see, and it's gotten to the point that whenever there's a contest or a competition, I either avoid it like the plague or enter knowing full well I'm not going to get anything out of it other than the meager joy of having tried. At least... 99.99999% of the time.
As for that .00001%, well... my luck also has a sick sense of humor. See, that raffle I entered? That one, little, innocent raffle? Yeah, well, I guess I should have actually looked to see what the prize was before forking over my cash.
Any sane person would expect the usual thing - a fruit basket, some lotto tickets, a gift card to some shop or restaurant, maybe a jumbo bag of candy or a cake. But when my number came up and I was called up to the stage to accept my prize, what should be placed into my waiting hands but the reins to my very own, brand new NERAVONTII. Complete with grim reaper costume. I tried to protest, but apparently the thing I'd signed when I'd bought my tickets (which should have sent up a red flag then and there) had locked me into the deal. So all I could do was grin like an idiot, publicly show my appreciation by giving my prize a big hug through its costume, and nobly march off the stage with it in tow, pretending that I'd done all this intentionally.
When I got down off the stage, another employee took the Nera from me and explained that she'd be held in a special corral for me, and I could pick her up any time over the course of the next week. Then they began leading it away. At the last moment, the employee turned back over his shoulder, a huge grin hanging on his face, and told me how lucky I'd been - this mare was his favorite of the lot!
I simply smiled stupidly and watched them go.
At least I knew my new Nera was a mare? I really hoped that when I came to pick her up, she either still had that ditzy costume on, or someone would point her out to me - because I had no clue how I'd recognize her.
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Rondell on Mon Jul 17, 2017 5:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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