{(if: $firstTime)[
{(set: $firstTime to false)}You walk into the feis. Looking around, you see hundreds of dancers, their dresses sparkling in the bright gymnasium lights. There are a set of bleachers against the back wall, a couple of food tables off to the side, and 3 stages arrayed out in front of you.
Climbing your way through the sea of people, you finally find a decent spot to set up camp. You mark off your territory with a small, yellow picnic blanket and hang your dress on the handle of your bag.
]}
{(else:)[
The clickety-clacking of hard shoes and the din of the crowd fills your ears.
]}
{(if: $firstTime)[
It's a while until your dances start, so you decide to explore a little to kill some time.
]}
{(else:)[
You try to figure out where to go next.
]}
[[Go to Stage 1->Stage1]]
[[Go to Stage 2->Stage2]]
[[Go to Stage 3->Stage3]]
[[Go to the bleachers->Gymnasium - Bleachers]]
[[Go to the "food court"->FoodCourt]]{(set: $visitedBleachers to $visitedBleachers + 1)}
The bleachers are made of a dull-looking aluminum. They may have once been painted red, but years of basketball games and school assemblies have exposed the bare metal everywhere. They rise 6 levels up, nearly reaching the row of banners aggrandizing the school's modest set of athletic achievements.(if: $visitedBleachers is 1)[
You hear a voice coming from the bleachers. This piques your interest, and the voice grows louder as you move closer, though you can't see who it's coming from.
"If I do that, they'll see!", the voice snaps, followed by a brief pause.
A few seconds later, the voice grunts, "Good idea! This is my chance to make it to O.C.!"
You stare in shock as a gruff-looking boy crawls out from under the second level of the bleachers, holding an iPhone. He has a dirty-reddish mop of hair on his head, large freckles, and the tiniest hint of ruddy fuzz on his upper lip. He's wearing a green and yellow soloist blazer adorned with rhinestones and Celtic knotwork, some of which appears to have peeled off.
He notices you staring and gives you a mocking look as he puts the phone in his pocket.
"What do you think you're looking at?"
Do you want to answer him:
[["Nothing"]]
[["A big dumb idiot!"]]
Or go somewhere else?
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]]
]
(else-if: not $note)[
You see small scrap of paper here. You wonder if the boy left it.
[[Pick up the paper]]
]
(else:)[
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]]]
The boy snickers, "That's what I thought!". He shoves past you back towards the main stage area. He quickly disappears into the crowd.
(display: "Note")
{(set: $calledTheBoyNames to true)}
The boy stands there, slackjawed, but quickly regains his composure.
"You'd better watch yourself. You're lucky I have somewhere to be or I'd teach you some manners!" he growls at you with clenched fists.
He shoves past you and dissolves into the crowd.
(display: "Note"){
(set: $firstTime=true)
(set: $note=false)
(set: $askedManAboutBoy=false)
(set: $askedLadyAboutBoy=false)
(set: $hotSauce=false)
(set: $askedFeisMom=false)
(set: $watchedBoyDance=false)
(set: $boyResults=false)
(set: $stage3Papers=false)
(set: $foundSheet=false)
(set: $gotIntoBathroom=false)
(set: $gotFirstPlace=false)
(set: $calledTheBoyNames=false)
}Looking down, you notice a small scrap of paper on the ground that wasn't there before. They boy must have dropped it.
[[Pick up the paper]]You pick up the scrap of paper and take a look at it. One side is blank. but on the other, written in pencil in a hastily scrawled hand, are the letters "HHS".
(set: $note=true)
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]] Stage 1 is currently running a (either: "U8", "U9", "U10") (either: "treble jig", "hornpipe", "trad set") competition. The stomping and clicking incessantly coming from the stage is mind-numbing.
{(if: $note)[
You'd think you'd be used to it by now, but maybe you're just distracted. You return to the main area of the gymnasium where you can hear yourself think again.
]}{(else:)[
Rather than stick around getting a headache, you decide to head back to main area of the gym.
]}
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]] {(set: $visitedStage2 to $visitedStage2 + 1)}
(if: $visitedStage2 > 1 and $note and $hotSauce)[Looks like the preschool slip jigs are over, and a group of teenage boys are taking the stage. Then you see him - the red-headed boy with the shabby blazer. In his hands is a large plate of wings. He strides over to the judge's table and plops the plate right next the judge. "Here's your lunch, sir," he says, handing the judge a five dollar bill, "and your change."
[[Continue->WaitForSlipJigs2]]](else:)[Stage 2 currently has a group of younger kids doing their slip jigs. The judge is a middle-aged man in a dark green suit with bright orange shoes. He clearly takes this Irish thing pretty seriously. What is left of his white hair is combed neatly over the top of his head in a fruitless attempt to cover his baldness.
(if: not $askedFeisMom and $note and $hotSauce)[A feis mom with short blonde hair wearing a "Volunteer" shirt sees you and comes over, putting her hand gently on your shoulder. "Are you lost, honey?" she asks sweetly.
You tell her that you're not lost, you're just looking for your friend. You then describe the red-headed boy.
"Yes, I saw him. He asked me earlier how long it would be before the U14 PC Boys competition started," she explained. "They should be coming up after these slip jigs are finished."
{(set: $askedFeisMom = true)}
What do you do?
[[Return to your camp->Gymnasium Main]]
[[Wait for the slip jigs to end->WaitForSlipJigs]]
](else:)[
Not terribly interested in watching the "first feis" dancers, you decide to go elsewhere.
[[Return to your camp->Gymnasium Main]]
]
]You walk over to Stage 3. It looks like the (either: "U8", "U9", "U10")s are currently doing their (either: "reels", "slip jigs"). Sitting behind the judge's table is a young woman with long blonde hair wearing a black dress. She is feverishly scrawling notes on the dancers as if to record their every move. She barely pauses to look up for a moment, then returns to her note-taking.
(if: not $stage3Papers)[
Behind the woman's chair is what must be her handbag - an open, rectangular leather satchel overflowing with papers. More papers and other garbage is strewn about the area. You get the impression she's not very organized.
[[Take a closer look]]]
[[Return to camp->Gymnasium Main]] Near the back of gym is a small area where a couple of food tables are set up. They aren't that impressive. The first table is set up under a tent. A faded sign, hanging lopsidedly on the post says "Fresh Wings". The other food table doesn't even have a sign, it's just a couple of elderly women selling hot dogs and sandwiches.
[[Check out the "Fresh Wings" tent->FreshWings]]
[[Visit the elderly ladies' sandwich table->SandwichTable]]
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]] The blue "Fresh Wings" tent is in worse shape than you first thought. The top is tattered like a newspaper that was left out in the rain and the posts are awkwardly bent. The man behind the rickety-looking table is so tall, you can't even see his face as it is hidden behind the tent overhang. A teenage boy is in the back, you assume his son, manning two deep fryers overflowing with chicken wings.
On the table is a small cash register and a haphazardly stacked pile of napkins. Off to the side you can see a glass jar for tips and a small bottle labeled "Harry's Hot Sauce".
[[Talk to the man]]
[[Investigate "Harry's Hot Sauce"]]
[[Back to the "food court"->FoodCourt]] {(set: $visitedSandwiches to $visitedSandwiches + 1)}
You approach the sandwich table where you see a small whiteboard propped up, prices shakily drawn in orange marker:
Hot Dog $3
Turkey Sandwich $2
Ham Sandwich $2
Apple Pie $1
Next to the board, are a collection of sandwiches, each cut diagonally and wrapped in plastic. On the other side of the table are many paper plates, each with a slice of delicious-looking apple pie with golden-brown crust. Your mouth waters hungrily -- you could really go for a piece of that pie!
You wonder if the two women can even see you as walk over to their table. They sit in cheaply-made lounge chairs, next to a stand with a slow cooking pot you assume to be filled with boiled hot dogs. Both of the women have silver hair and glasses. One appears to be asleep, while the other is knitting something.
The knitting lady finally notices you and says in a kind, quavering voice, "Hello, sweetie. Here for a hot dog?"
What do you say?
[["Sure, I'd love one."]]
{(if: $note and not $askedLadyAboutBoy)[ [["No thanks, but have you seen this boy..."->AskLady]]]}
{(else:)[ [["No thanks"]]]}You approach the table, but the man doesn't seem to notice you. You clear your throat. This seems to get his attention. Like a giraffe reaching for the lowest branchest, the looming man bends down towards you until his face is almost at your level. You're actually quite impressed with his flexibility.
He has a jolly round face with 2 big dimples on either side of his mouth. His enormous grin almost fills your entire field of view as he says in a gregarious voice, "Well, what can I do for you? If you couldn't tell from the sign, we've got fresh wings here. The freshest of the feis-est!" He laughs heartily at his joke, clearly finding it much more clever than it is. "How about a dozen for $10?"
How do you respond?
[["Um, sure"]]
[["Not right now, thanks."]]
(if: $note and not $askedManAboutBoy)
[[["Actually, have you seen a boy..."->AskMan]]](if: $note)[Something had been bothering you about the bottle of hot sauce as soon as you saw it. You pick it up to examine it, noticing that it is surprisingly light. After giving it a shake, you conclude that it is empty.
Then it clicks. The note! "HHS" stands for "Harry's Hot Sauce"! But what could it mean?
{(if: not $askedManAboutBoy)[Perhaps the man saw something.]
(set: $hotSauce=true)}
[[Ask the man about the boy->AskMan]]
]
(else:)[It's a bottle of hot sauce. Nothing too interesting.]
[[Continue->FreshWings]] The man looks pleased with his salesmanship and turns to his son, who is now playing some kind of game on his phone. Suddenly, you remember that you don't have any money, so you politely tell the man not to bother.
He shrugs his shoulders, sadly and turns upright, his face disappearing again into the tent overhang.
(display: "FoodCourt")The man sadly shrugs his shoulders. "Well, maybe next time. You know where to find me." He stands upright again, his face disappearing behind the tent overhang as you walk away.
(display: "FoodCourt"){(set: $askedMan to $askedMan + 1)(set: $askedManAboutBoy to true)}
{(if: $askedMan is 1)["Sure, he was here just a moment ago. Is he your brother? You don't look anything alike."
You tell him that he's a friend and that you had asked him to pick up lunch.
"Oh ok," the man says. "Yes, he was here and got a dozen wings. He put an awful lot of hot sauce on them, though," he muttered as his eyes glanced over to the bottle on the side of the table. "I don't know where he went. If I were you, I'd be careful - Harry's hot sauce is really hot!"]}
{(else-if: $askedMan < 3)["I already told you, he got some wings, smothered them in sauce, and went on his way," the man says puzzlingly. "Oh, and Don't get burnt!" he calls after you.]}
{(else:)[The man isn't smiling anymore. "Why do you keep bothering me!?"]}
You say thanks to the man and return back towards the rest of the gym.
(display: "FoodCourt")For what seems like days, you sit and watch the younger kids finish their dances. You cringe a little, remembering how rough your dancing was at that age.
Finally, the U14 boys take the stage, and you see him - the red-headed boy with the shabby blazer. In his hands is a large plate of wings. He strides over to the judge's table and plops the plate right next the judge. "Here's your lunch, sir," he says, handing the judge a five dollar bill, "and your change."
[[Continue->WaitForSlipJigs2]]{(set: $watchedBoyDance to true)}
Lining up with the others, the boy swaggers onto the stage like he owns the place, a wry little grin on his face. Your curiosity piqued, you decide to watch and see if he's any good.
He dances with the third group of boys. He's next to a short, dark-skinned boy wearing a blazer with red knotwork and a sequence of flashing lights across the back. You roll your eyes, "Boys," you think to yourself, gently shaking your head.
The music begins and the boys start dancing. The shorter boy is not half bad, but you stare in astonishment as the red-haired boy shambles across the stage, his body undulating in motions you hope to never see again. This is Preliminary Champion, and here is a boy that looks like he couldn't even pronounce "Ireland", let alone dance.
As the dance comes to an end, the red-haired buffoon finally ceases flailing about, stopping about 5 beats too late. He beams at the judge, a triumphant smile on his face like he just won the lottery.
It is then that you notice that the plate next to the judge is now just a pile of bones. As the judge rings the bell he immediately doubles over, holding his stomach. Chaos ensues as everyone, it seems, descends upon the judge's table.
What do you do?
[[Help the judge]]
[[Keep an eye on the boy]]It takes a few minutes to work your way through the crowd, and by the time you come face to face with the judge, he's sitting back up in his seat pensively sipping a glass of milk. His hair is in disarray and his green jacket is wrinkled, but otherwise he seems fine. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, those wings were so much hotter than I expected! It just hit me all at once," he explained in a thick Irish accent. "I think we should be able to continue." He fumbles around the table, seeming to look for something.
"Here you go, sir," said a gruff voice laced with satisfaction.
There was the loutish, red-haired boy, with that ridiculously smug grin on his face, a manila folder filled with white sheets of paper in his hand.
"Thank you, young man," said the judge, taking the folder from the boy.
"Anytime, sir," said the boy as he catches a glimpse of you and shoots you a nasty look. As he turns to leave you notice that he hastily shoves what appears to be a piece of paper into his pocket. He then strides off towards the restrooms.
[[Follow the boy]]
[[Head back to camp->Go back to your business]]There are plenty of people around to help the judge, so you try to keep an eye on the boy, watching for anything suspicious. You notice him standing next to the judge's table, but you're too far away to make out what he's doing. You creep closer, weaving your way through the sea of people. You lose sight of the boy for a moment, but then he comes back into view, holding a manila folder. You see him hand the folder over to the judge, who seems to have recovered from his episode. The boy, grinning smugly, turns and walks off towards the restrooms, hastily shoving what appears to be a piece of white paper into his back pocket.
[[Follow the boy]]
[[Head back to camp->Go back to your business]] "What has he got in his pocket?" you ask yourself. You creep along behind him, trying hard not to draw attention. You watch helplessly as he goes into the boys' bathroom.
[[Follow him->BoysRestroom]]
[[Head back to camp->Go back to your business]] {(set: $boyResults to true)}
You head back to your camp, seething with frustration. You *know* the red-headed boy is up to no good, you just don't know what it is! You try to put it out of your head and read a book, but it's no use. Just as you get up the nerve to finally do something about it, you hear an announcement on the PA system. "Boys U14 Preliminary Championship Results beginning now!"
"That's the red-headed boy's group!" you think to yourself. Curiously, you make your way over to the awards area. All the boys from U14, including the red-headed boy, number 967, are there. He is still wearing that dispicable grin on his face. There's no way he could place, right? You saw him dance! You're little cousin in preschool is a better dancer than him! You listen closely as the top half is announced: 881, 234, 544, 120, and you nearly fall over when you hear 967. Now you *know* he did something!
As they announce the top 3, you grit your teeth in anger as the boy proudly steps up to the 1st place block. "How did he do this?" you consider insistently as you stare intently at the ground, lost in thought.
"Hey, you!"
The gruff voice snaps you out of your thoughts. The boy is standing there, trophy in hand, smiling intently. He is so close you can smell the nastiness of his breath and see the yellowing of his teeth that can only come from weeks of not brushing.
"I didn't expect to see someone like *you* here. But I'm glad to see you're here to congratulate me on getting to O.C." he taunts, grinning mockingly.
That's just too much for you to handle. "You are the worst dancer I have ever seen! You cheated! You might have fooled everyone else, but I know it!"
He waves his hand dismissively at you. "Now, now, jealously won't get you anywhere. Just keep practicing, and one day you might be as good as me." He chortles repulsively and walks away.
What do you do now?
[[Tell the organizers the boy cheated]]
(if: $enteredBoysRestroom > 0)[[[Maybe you should try the boys' bathroom again...->BoysRestroom]]](else:)[[[Maybe you should try the boys' bathroom->BoysRestroom]]]
[[Or give up and get ready for your own dances->I give up, I've got dancing to do]]
{
(set: $enteredBoysRestroom to $enteredBoysRestroom + 1)
(set: $investigatedSink=false,$investigatedStall=false,$investigatedBin=false)}
(if: $enteredBoysRestroom is 1)[You hesitate outside the door for a moment as you gather enough courage to go in. Silently praying that you don't get caught, you patiently wait till nobody is looking and then slip inside.]\
(else:)[You can't believe you're doing this again, but you're convinced that there *must* be some clue in the boys bathroom. You slip in when you think no one is looking.]\
(if: $boyResults)[
{(set: $gotIntoBathroom to true)}
Luckily for you, the boys' bathroom is deserted...but for how long? You'll have to work fast.
(display: "BoysBathroomChoices")
]
(else:)[As soon as you walk in, you freeze in horror as you come face to face with a man who must have been on his way out. Fortunately for you, he looks just as embarassed as you feel.
"Oh, excuse me, this is the men's room," he explains, helpfully.
Playing along, you reply, "Oh my, I'm so sorry," as you quickly turn around and exit.
Once you're back outside, you suddenly realize how hard your heart is pounding as the warmth of embarassment leaves your face. Uneager to repeat this awkward encounter, you make a mental note to try again later once things have calmed down.
[[Head back to camp->Go back to your business]]
]{(set: $investigatedStall to true)}
You stand outside the stall door, dreading what you might find inside. But, you want to get to the bottom of this, so you take a deep breath and reach for the door. You suddenly stop yourself and grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall and push the door open with that instead.
You will probably have nightmares about what you found inside, but you don't think it will help with your investigation.
(display: "BoysBathroomChoices"){(set: $investigatedBin to true)}
Search the track bin? "Sure, why not?" you tell yourself. It doesn't help. You prepare yourself for the worst and hold your nose as you peer over the edge. You're in luck!
Lying at the top of the pile of trash, is a slightly crumpled up sheet of white paper. You excitedly graph the paper, disregarding how gross the trash bin is. You hastily straighten the page out and your heart skips a beat as soon as you realize what it is.
Some of the text is smeared from water, but you can clearly make out the words "Judge's Scoresheet" and "Boys U14 Preliminary Champion" at the top. Below that is a laundry list of comments, messily scrawled in spindly handwriting. You can barely read most of it, but you can make out snippets like "no turn out at all", "pay attention to the beat", and "try pointing for once". Most of the rest just looks like an illegible mess (your heart momentarily feeling pity for the volunteers that need to transcribe this into the computer), but there is one final detail that catches your eye:
**Competitor Number: 967**!
{(set: $foundSheet to true)}
[[Continue->PuzzleItOut]]{(set: $investigatedSink to true)}
Why are boys so messy? The sink area has paper towels and small puddles of water everywhere. It seems that each of the two sinks has old chewing gum stuck in their drains. There's an old McDonald's cup laying in the corner of the counter, a puddle of sticky brown liquid surrounding it. A fly buzzes around, briefly pausing to lick up some of the liquid here and there. You don't think anything here will be helpful.
(display: "BoysBathroomChoices")Evidence in hand, you now know exactly what happened. (if: $stage3Papers)[The boy must have stolen a judging sheet from Stage 3, then offered to get lunch fo the judge at Stage 2, adding tons of extra hot sauce.](else:)[The boy must have offered to get the judge his lunch, and added tons of extra hot sauce.] He knew that the extra hot sauce would cause the judge some distress, and in the resulting chaos, replaced his real score sheet with (if: $stage3Papers)[the](else:)[a] fake one that gave him a high score!
Satisfied that you've solved the mystery, you look up into the mirror, and give yourself a confident nod of approval. That's when you notice a small boy standing there, looking up at you with an irritated scowl.
"Girls aren't allowed in here," he says, condescendingly.
"I, um, well, I know, but..," you stammer, unconvincingly.
"Whatever. You're weird," declares the boy, stepping past you into the toilet stall and closing the door.
"I'm just gonna go," you call out.
"Don't care!" shouts the boy.
With that, you hurry back out into the gymnasium and head over to the awards table.
[[Continue->AwardsTable]]Once you showed the feis organizers the paper you found, it didn't take long for justice to be served.
They announce the boy's name, which happens to be Rufus McMacamam over the PA system and ask him to come back the awards table. He comes marching up, immediately noticing you.
"Oh, it's you again! I must have done so well that they're going to give me even more awards. You might want to turn away so you don't get jealous again," he growls at you.
You simply stand there, grinning victoriously.
"What's so funny?" he asks pensively as he starts nervously figeting with his trophy.
The judge from Stage 2 walks out from the back room. "Rufus!" he yells, his thick Irish accent adding a hard edge to his voice that you didn't notice earlier. "You dirty cheater. You are an untrustworthy piece of filth!" The judge snatches the trophy out of Rufus's hands. "And your dancing is the worst I've ever seen," he added, angrily.
The feis organizer speaks up, "Rufus, due to this behavior, you have been expelled from your dance school and are hereby banned from participating in any feisseana for 3 years. I do hope you learn your lesson."
Rufus looks sheepishly over at you. "You... you.. This is *your* fault!" he blathers, tears welling up in his eyes, "You did this!"
"Yes. Yes I did." you assert with a grin.
[[Continue->YouWin]]You hurry to the awards table and explain the situation to the organizer.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way, but the competition is fair," she said. "He had the highest score of all the other boys. Much higher, in fact - and we don't question the judge's decision." Her face grew harsh "Accusing someone of cheating is a very serious allegation, and I will not hear of it without any proof."
You shamefully look away, knowing that you don't have any evidence other than what you've seen.
What's next?
[[Maybe there's something in the boys' bathroom...->BoysRestroom]]
[[Give it up, you've got dancing to do->I give up, I've got dancing to do]]Reluctantly, you decide to give up on your investigation. You know the boy shouldn't have won, and it bothers you the rest of the feis. When it comes time to do your own dances you are distracted and unfocused, and sadly go home empty-handed.
The End.
(display: "Score")Energized and excited about your success, you perform all your dances flawlessly. You take first place in everything and walk out at the end of the day with your head held high and proud, your neck adorned with medals.
The End.
{(set: $gotFirstPlace to true)}
(display: "Score")Maneuvering yourself up to the ropes separating the spectators from the judge's table is no easy feat. A veritable army of feis moms block nearly every row of seats attaching wigs, tying shoes, and wrangling bored siblings engrossed in their devices. You finally see a spot open up just behind the judge, and wriggle your way in. A grumpy-looking mom with curly hair and glasses gives you a scowl as you sit down, clearly intending to take the seat for herself.
Satisfied that the mom will offer no protest, you peer down at the mess surrounding the blond-haired judge. Candy wrappers and empty soda cans lay at the judge's feet, along with a long green scarf that must have fallen off the back of her chair. "Slytherin", you snicker to yourself.
Nearer to where you're sitting is a haphazard stack of several sheets of paper.
[[Look at one of the papers]]
[[Leave and return to camp->Gymnasium Main]] {(set: $stage3Papers to true)}
You grab the closest sheet of paper and take a look at it. It's clearly blank on that side, so you flip it over and see the black printing of some kind of official-looking form.
"I'll take that, dear." an authoritative voice calls out.
You look up to see the blond-haired judge standing over you with her hand outstretched. Apparently the competition ended while you were looking around.
"Dancers aren't supposed to handle the judging sheets," she proclaims, snatching the paper out of your hand. "This is the second time I've had to stop you kids from trying to take my things."
You open your mouth to tell her that maybe she should try cleaning her junk up before you think better of it. She's a judge, and there's a good chance she'll be *your* judge by the end of the day. You'd prefer her to not remember you as the person that told her off.
"Sorry, " you mutter through clenched teeth, "I was just trying to tidy up for you."
The woman purses her lips in annoyance. "I have everything exactly where I want them, thank you," she snaps as she briskly turns around and sits back at the desk. She prompty rings the bell to signal the start of the next competition.
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]] "That will be three dollars," the woman says.
You suddenly remember that you have no money. "Oh sorry, I forgot to bring money."
"That's fine sweetie," she replies. "Just come on back when you have it and this dog will be waiting for you."
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]] "A red haired boy?" she asks. "At an Irish Dance competition?"
She lets out a loud belly laugh that takes you by surprise.
"Sweetie, have you looked around at all?" she asks.
You turn and look back at the crowd of people milling about. Every other boy, it seems, is a redhead. You rack your brain trying to think of a different way to describe him, but you're at a loss.
"Ethyl, what about that boy on the phone?" the other woman called, apparently waking from her nap. "I didn't like the look of him lurking around."
"Go back to sleep, Dorothy," she ordered. "You didn't see anything but the backs of your eyelids."
"You couldn't see an elephant walking through a nursing home!" Dorothy retorted. She slowly stands up, balances herself with her cane, and makes her way over to you.
"There wasn't a red-haired boy over here," she whispers gravelly. "But I did see a suspicious looking boy on his phone talking about ordering lunch for one of the judges." She pauses, glancing to both sides like she didn't want anyone else to hear. Leaning closer, she whispers, "He was up to something, I know it."
"Can you tell me anything else?" you ask.
"Dorothy, stop bothering the girl!" Ethyl interrupted, grabbing Dorothy by the shoulder and ushering her back to her nap chair. She turns back to you, "Now don't go troubling yourself. Dorothy is just old and confused."
"You're older than me!" Dorothy shot back.
Ethyl shuffles over to her friend, "Older and *wiser*!"
As they continue arguing with one another it quickly becomes clear that you'll get no more information from them.
[[Back to your camp->Gymnasium Main]]
The woman shrugs and goes back to her knitting.
[[Back to camp->Gymnasium Main]] Final Score{(set: _max to 11)(set: $total to 0)}
(color:red)[
(if: $calledTheBoyNames)[(color:green)[Called the boy an idiot(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not insult anyone who deserved it]
(if: $note)[(color:green)[Discovered the boy's note(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not discover the note]
(if: $askedManAboutBoy)[(color:green)[Talked to the "Fresh Wings" man about the boy(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not ask the "Fresh Wings" man about the boy]
(if: $hotSauce)[(color:green)[Found empty hot sauce bottle(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not find hot sauce bottle]
(if: $askedLadyAboutBoy)[(color:green)[Met Ethyl and Dorothy(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not meet Ethyl or Dorothy]
(if: $watchedBoyDance)[(color:green)[Watched the boy dance(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not watch any dances]
(if: $boyResults)[(color:green)[Watched the award ceremony(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not watch an award ceremony]
(if: $stage3Papers)[(color:green)[Found empty judging sheets(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not find empty judging sheets]
(if: $gotIntoBathroom)[(color:green)[Snuck into the boys' restroom(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not find a way into the boys' restroom]
(if: $foundSheet)[(color:green)[Rooted through the trash and found the original judging sheet.(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not root through the trash]
(if: $gotFirstPlace)[(color:green)[Got first place in all your dances(set:$total to $total+1)]](else:)[Did not get first place in any dances]
]
{(set: _sub to $total / _max)}
(set: _pct to _sub*100)Total Score: $total out of _max ((round:_pct)%)(if: not $investigatedSink)[ [[Investigate the sink]]]
(if: not $investigatedStall)[ [[Investigate the toilet stall]]]
(if: not $investigatedBin)[ [[Investigate the trash bin]]]