Oktoberfest
Jack: This damn thing is heavy. Let’s put pressure. Only one last stair left.
Task: Go through the hallway in "shadows" mode.
Jack turns the handle, the door swings open and your eyes are attacked by bright light and ears — by loud music that comes from an old music player. The house that is supposed to be sleeping at this early morning hour, is well awake, full of joy and merriment.
Jack: What the?..
Looks like all the residents are gathered here, standing around, applauding the couple that is dancing in the center of the room and laughing.
Jack: Damn!
Looks like Jack has noticed someone you’ve missed. He kicks the barrel irritably. It rolls to the crowd slowly and people make way, stopping the applause.
Now you see what made Jack upset. Jack and Jenny are standing in the center, breathless. Both wearing colorful clothes intended for the Oktoberfest. And both smiling, not embarrassed by this strange clothing at all.
Jim: Let’s greet the person we owe this celebration to! Without him I wouldn’t have my costume, without his recipe there would be no wonderful pretzels that some of you have already tasted. And finally, without him we wouldn’t quench our thirst with amazing apple cider.
The crowd shouts out Jack’s name several times. The young man sighs, although all this attention is certainly pleasing him.
Jim: You made me wear a kilt once. Do you think I’ll be embarrassed by national Bavarian costume?
Jack: For how long have you known?
Jim: Long enough for “your” tailor to make a dress matching your costume.
Jenny: That’s enough! It’s not the time to be deciding who outplayed who! Feather, are you going to dance? It’s fun!
Jack: You won this game. For how long have you been aware?
Jim: Long enough for my dancing partner to make herself a dress. And pick put the music. For how long can you keep something a secret in the house that has eyes and ears?
Jim: Jack, Feather, you are long expected. Are you with us?
You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens.
Jack: All right, Jim’s the one who’s going to wear that stupid costume anyway. Hey! You call that dancing? A professional will now show you how it should be done. Feather, join me!
