honeycreeper wrote:[the museum]
I'm here to donate a collectible!
Username: honeycreeper
Item You're Donating:
( gray doodad #1 | red doodad #2 | pink doodad #3 )
Proof: linked above
Total amount of collectibles you've donated: (including these) ten in total
extra; Signor kind of slowly sets the 'E' down, looks around and makes a quick getaway. He's still seen nevertheless.
Signor may think he's sneaky. He even may think he's gotten away. But as he leaves the main hall in the museum and turns the corner to exit from the foyer, he's stopped by a round, short beardog. A hippy, the furless would have called her. Probably. Who knows. There's none around to ask right now. Regardless. She beams at Signor and hands him his donation rewards.
"Now remember to share this with your friends. Don't go hogging it to yourself!"
Donation Rewards:150 meat for donating three (3) doodads!
100 meat for donating a magnoot!
500 bonus meat for being the first person to donate a
Letter E Magnoot!A Perfect Steak! A coupon to redeem a full-line edit custom beardog! Available for claim immediately at Dogtreat's Office (DM's)
Music_Lover wrote:(Donate to the Museum Curator)
Raspberry and Dynomite are ecstatic!! It seems the signpost was no hoax at all, and, after going in the direction of the thing for some time, they found an interesting little shack. The duo quickly follow the instructions of
the droid inside and take the acquired re-breather to the museum!
Today, the curator isn't alone. Sat beside him, diminutive in size, is a green beardog; back aglow with a strange orange light pulsing from what look to be scars. They must hear the duo come in because both heads turn to greet them, and it's only then you realize the smaller one is augmented. Eyes flashing before dimming entirely. They nod the same time the Curator speaks up. "Howdy! What you two got there today?"
You hold the rebreather up and it's not the Curator who moves first, it's his guest. "Where'd you get it?" they ask, eyes thinned as they take it from your outstretched paws. They don't listen for an answer, though, waddling back over to the desk the Curator still sits at. "It should still work," they hum, and turn the device over and over again. "
Probably," they add, a little quieter.
"Was it found in the farmhouses, like our friend-- a shack? With a droid that looked almost furless..." he glances at his companion who doesn't deign to glance up. "You can leave this with us. We'll have it fixed up in no time--"
Under the paws of the little green one, the rebreather hisses and sputters and then, in a three-tone beep; seems to work entirely. Still, they're quiet as they observe it before shoving it at the Curator. "Tell 'em I'll have more made as fast as possible. For any adventurer who wants em. Just make sure they're ready for the water, old man. The deep blue ain't a joke."
And then, they're disappearing out the door behind the Curators desk. You've never been back there but occasionally you hear noises almost akin to an activated gizmo. Probably where he keeps all the extras he must get. Terrifying. "Well," the Curator shrugs and hands you the repaired rebreather. "You heard them. You get an easy pass, I reckon. You found this after all. You're free to tell others I want them to do ten days work in the farmlands before they can get another though. Oh and uh-- if you find anything interesting under the lake, don't be shy to bring it back, ya hear?"
You've obtained
the repaired rebreatherFor being the one to bring the museum the find, regardless of farmland explore status, you are now eligible to explore the lake.