On the Hunt
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Part 1
Thomas Hunt: Danny! I want to see you after class!
It’s Friday afternoon, and you’re sitting with Addison in the middle of Professor Hunt’s class.
Thomas Hunt: …and that is why we’re discussing the decline of the romantic comedy, a genre that relies all too often on an unbelievable formula. How often have you seen the two lead characters spend most of a movie fighting with each other… only to end up together in the end because of some ill-established passion? Real love is nothing like that.
You whisper to Addison…
Danny: Can you imagine someone loving Hunt? Or even dating him?
Addison: No! It’d be like dating an angry bear. I heard he’s single, unsurprisingly.
Danny: He probably has crazy high standards. Do you think he has a type?
Addison: Yeah, if perfect is a type. Like, someone with a model hot body, a mind as sharp as a stiletto, and a Hollywood career that’s skyrocketing.
Danny: So someone like me!
Addison: Shut up! Are you thinking about making a move on Hunt?
Danny: Maybe…
Addison: Danny! Have you lost it?! Not only is he our professor, but last I checked, he kinda sorta hates your guts!
Danny: I know, but… jawline.
Addison: Okay, you want to know what life is like dating Hunt? It’d be like getting graded all the time… he’d be judging your outfit, insulting your conversation, critiquing your kissing technique!
Addison lowers her voice to sound like Hunt…
Addison: ‘I’ve seen more believable kisses on The Bachelor, Danny!’
You laugh, drawing Hunt’s irate glare.
Thomas Hunt: Danny! Is something amusing? Perhaps you’d like to finish off my lecture on the difficulty of realistically portraying love?
Danny: Sorry, Professor!
You go back to taking notes as Hunt continues. Toward the end of class…
Thomas Hunt: And in conclusion, once a genre full of heart, the majority of romantic comedies have descended into farce bereft of true emotion. Class dismissed. Except for Danny. Come see me. We need to talk.
Addison: Good luck, Danny! Hope you’re not in too much trouble…
As everyone leaves, you approach Professor Hunt’s desk.
Thomas Hunt: Just a second, Danny.
Near the corner of the desk, you see a ticket that says ‘5th Annual Los Angeles Charity Masquerade’.
Danny: A masquerade ball, huh? That sounds very romantic.
Professor Hunt puts his papers aside and glares up at you.
Thomas Hunt: Only someone delusional looks for love at a charity masquerade ball. This is merely an obligation.
Danny: So… no date, then?
Thomas Hunt: A date would require me to spend the entire evening there. I can’t imagine anything worse. I’ll be leaving as soon as I’ve made my donation to the cause. But I didn’t call you up here to discuss my social calendar, Danny. I wanted to talk about your behavior in class.
Danny: But I was just--
Thomas Hunt: I don’t want to hear your excuses. It is unacceptable to disrupt my lecture. Save your chit chat for your own time, understand?
Danny: Yes, Professor.
Thomas Hunt: Good. You can go now.
You leave the lecture hall and pull up the site for the masquerade ball on your phone.
Danny: There are still tickets left!
Danny: Yes! I’ve got my ticket to the masquerade!
Rewards
Danny: Okay… masks, dancing, and my insanely hot professor… if I’m really doing this, I need to look better than perfect!
Part 2
Danny: Time to go after Thomas Hunt!
Dressed in your fanciest suit, you arrive at the masquerade. A footman at the door hands you a mask with strings, and you put it on. You check yourself out in a nearby mirror.
Danny: With this mask, I could be anyone… well, anyone smokin’ hot that is!
You head into a packed, Regency-style ballroom! Gold chandeliers decorate ceilings with painted murals, and tables spill over with decadent food and sparkling drinks in crystal flutes.
Danny: Wow, this is incredible!
Famous actors and big names in the industry gossip at the edges of the room, while couples dance and twirl on the floor. You scan the room… and spot Professor Hunt near the bar resignedly slipping on a navy blue mask with silver lining! You head towards him…
Time - 4 hours
Hunt sips a scotch while sneaking glances at a clock above the bar. You grab a drink from a passing waiter and sidle up to him.
Danny: You look like you could use some company.
Thomas Hunt: Depends on whose company it is.
Danny: You’re in luck. It’s mine.
Thomas Hunt: I have no interest in socializing with a complete stranger.
Danny: You don’t mince words, do you?
Thomas Hunt: I prefer to be honest.
Danny: I like that.
Thomas Hunt: Are you sure? Because I can be very honest.
Danny: Honesty’s refreshing. One thing I’ve learned since I’ve been here… too many people are willing to lie to your face or cheat to get ahead.
Thomas Hunt: And you’re not one of them?
Danny: No, not yet at least.
Thomas Hunt: So, you do want to get ahead?
Danny: I want to be a household name… …to be a famous director!
Thomas Hunt: Here’s some more truth for you… everyone here wants to be something. But not everyone here is going to succeed.
Danny: I will.
Thomas Hunt: You’re brash, naive, and overly confident. I used to be that way, before… …ahem. Excuse me. I’m Thomas. And you are?
Danny: …someone who doesn’t like to reveal all his secrets. It’s a masquerade ball, after all.
Thomas Hunt: You don’t have to be so coy. I don’t need a name to figure out who you are. Or anyone in this room, for that matter.
Danny: But they’re all wearing masks. How do you know who anyone is?
Thomas Hunt: Years spent analyzing the nuances of physicality and behavior. For example, that woman over there in the pink dress is Paris Hilton…
Danny: How--
Thomas Hunt: Her distinctive laugh. And the man next to her is Daniel Craig. He has a slight limp from his injury on the set of ‘Spectre’.
Danny: Those are easy. Let’s give you a harder challenge…
Thomas Hunt: I’m up for it.
Danny: Me. Do you know who I am?
Thomas Hunt: I’ve been wondering that the moment you arrived. Something about you is familiar, almost loathsome, yet at the same time, forgive me, attractive.
Danny: ‘Cause that was the insulting part…
Thomas Hunt: You’re not going to tell me who you are, are you?
Danny: Maybe at the end of the night. Unless you’re planning on leaving early…?
Thomas Hunt: No. No, I’m not.
Rewards
Just then, the music changes to something slow and soft.
Danny: We should dance.
Thomas Hunt: Oh no. I don’t dance with just anyone.
Danny: No one’s good enough to dance with you, is that it?
Thomas Hunt: That’s precisely it.
Danny: But is it possible that I’m an exception?
Thomas Hunt: Possible? Yes. Likely? No.
Danny: The alternative is I walk away from you… and then you’ll never learn who I am.
Thomas Hunt: You drive a hard bargain.
Danny: Does that mean I’ve won?
Hunt slips off his barstool, straightens up, and buttons his suit coat.
Thomas Hunt: Try to keep up.
Part 3
Thomas Hunt: Would you like to dance?
Danny wearing a The Soprano Outfit
Hunt leads you out onto the crowded dance floor and takes you in his arms. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your mouth has gone dry. Hesitantly, you place one hand on his sturdy shoulder and the other in his offered hand.
Thomas Hunt: Nervous?
Danny: Huh?
Thomas Hunt: If you’re nervous, this dance will be over before it even begins.
Danny: I’m not nervous.
Thomas Hunt: Prove it.
Danny: Fine…
You slide your hands lower and lower and lower until…
Thomas Hunt: Oh!
Danny: Hope you don’t mind…
Thomas Hunt: Please remove your hands.
Danny: Oh, sorry…
Thomas Hunt: Although your bravado is impressive, we are in public at the moment.
Danny: Duly noted.
You slide your hands up to rest on the small of his back. Hunt easily leads you through the steps, guiding you around the dance floor.
Thomas Hunt: Hmmm… you’re not completely horrible at this.
You and Hunt whirl through the other couples, each step perfectly in time with the music.
Thomas Hunt: In fact, it seems that your talents have attracted the attention of the entire ballroom.
You look around and see that most of the room is now watching the two of you dance.
Danny: It’s all in the leading.
Hunt tightens his grip on your waist.
Thomas Hunt: Normally I’d agree, but in this case… you’re the mesmerizing one.
Danny: That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
Thomas Hunt: What?
Danny: Er… that’s the nicest thing you’ve said tonight!
The music begins to crescendo, and Hunt twirls you around the dance floor faster and faster.
Thomas Hunt: Keep to my tempo, or you’ll fall behind.
With a sudden move, Hunt spins you out away form him!
Danny: Oh!
He reaches out, expecting you to take his hand… the audience watches with bated breath…
Time - 6 hours
As you spin out, you grasp Hunt’s hand, and he spins you back into his embrace…
Thomas Hunt: Not bad.
As the crowd applauds your efforts, Hunt whispers in your ear.
Thomas Hunt: You learn quickly. I wish you were one of my students.
Danny: So… you’re a teacher?
Thomas Hunt: I— I suppose I can’t back out of that one. Yes, I teach at a local university.
The music changes to a slow song, and Hunt holds you closely, almost effortlessly, as you dance.
Danny: Any interesting students?
Thomas Hunt: Most of my students are mediocre at best, but there’s one… Danny… From day one, Danny was the most insubordinate, disrespectful, infuriating--
Danny: Wait, wait, wait. This Danny must have some redeeming qualities, right? It seems to me like there’s more to this student than what you’re saying. Doesn’t Danny have passion?
Thomas Hunt: I suppose Danny is passionate… I’ve never seen anyone care so much about school projects since, well, me. And I admit, passion is important in this town. Without it, you can burn out like that. But I digress. Danny is just a student, and I’d much rather focus on you at the moment.
Danny: No arguments there!
Rewards
Suddenly, the music changes to something lively and upbeat!
Thomas Hunt: It looks like we’re going a group dance. Follow my lead.
Hunt holds you close as he guides you through the steps.
Thomas Hunt: One, two, three… one, two, three… now switch!
Danny: Oh!
All the women move one place to the left, switching partners! A tall man begins to dance with you as Hunt partners up with a red-haired woman.
Danny: Um, hello.
As the dance continues, you rotate partners many times, losing sight of Professor Hunt! Eventually the music fades. You look around, but can’t find him anywhere.
Danny: Where’d he go?!
Part 4
Danny: Where did Professor Hunt go?
Danny: Hmmm… maybe I can see Hunt if I get a better view…
You head upstairs so you can see the entire dance floor. You gaze out over the sea of men and women in masks…
Danny: Everyone looks so similar! How am I supposed to find Hunt?
You scan the floor and see someone wearing a blue mask like Hunt’s! But when you rush downstairs, you find two men in similar navy blue masks! You tap the man on the shoulder.
Thomas Hunt: What? Oh, there you are. I was looking for you after the dance.
Danny: But I found you first. It was easy enough to… what did you say earlier? ‘Analyze the nuances of your physicality and behavior.’ I simply trusted my instincts.
Thomas Hunt: Very impressive.
Professor Hunt takes your hand.
Thomas Hunt: Come with me.
He leads you through the ballroom and out onto a private balcony. As he steps into the cool night air, he removes his mask. He turns to face you.
Thomas Hunt: Disappointed?
Danny: Not at all.
You can hear the ocean waves below. Above you, the sun is just beginning to set, turning the sky into a patchwork of oranges, reds, and pinks.
Danny: So tell me, Thomas… is this masquerade living up to your expectations?
Hunt gives you a long, measured look.
Thomas Hunt: It has exceeded them many times over.
Danny: That must be a first.
Thomas Hunt: Indeed it is…
Rewards
Hunt takes both of your hands in his.
Thomas Hunt: You are definitely the best part of the night. I wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you. I can sense something about you, a connection… I never thought I’d feel this strongly about someone I just met, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
Hunt circles his arms around your waist, tilts your head up, and leans in closer…
Part 5
Thomas Hunt: I never thought I’d feel this strongly about someone I just met…
Hunt pulls you close and leans in for a kiss… Hunt kisses you! He tightens his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. In the distance, fireworks explode! You can hear claps and cheers from the beach below. After a long moment, Hunt pulls back.
Thomas Hunt: Please… I have to know who you are…
Danny: There’s only one way to find out.
Hunt looks deeply into your eyes. Slowly, carefully he reaches up and unties your mask…
Time - 8 hours
You tilt your face up so Professor Hunt can get a good look at you.
Thomas Hunt: Danny! How dare you?!
Danny: What?
Thomas Hunt: You lied to me! You deceived me! You… seduced me!
Danny: Oh please! Some part of you knew it was me! Even if you didn’t consciously know it, deep down you hoped it was me! You wanted it to be me!
Thomas Hunt: Ha! Why would I want you to be someone I despise? Someone I don’t respect? You’re the last person I’d want to see behind that mask.
Danny: And what about the fact that up until two seconds ago, you were completely into me. You fell for me! There was nothing clouding your judgement then, just your raw feelings. Admit it!
Thomas Hunt: There’s nothing to admit. This argument is pointless. I can’t be involved with a student.
Danny: Can’t? Or won’t?
Thomas Hunt: I meant what I said.
Danny: Then I guess this is goodbye.
You start to storm away, but Hunt catches your arm!
Thomas Hunt: Wait!
Your turn back to face him… For one second, you see something soft in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before…
Thomas Hunt: Just… just wait, Danny.
He leans forward, tilting your head up toward him…
Rewards
Then he stops. He takes a step back. He straightens up, and you watch as his expression begins to harden.
Danny: Professor?
Thomas Hunt: We can’t cross this line. Forget this happened. Nothing changes.
Danny: What are you saying?! That this whole night was a mistake?
Thomas Hunt: You’re still my student. I’m still your professor.
Danny: I know that! But was it a mistake?
Professor Hunt turns to leave.
Danny: Answer me!
He stops, his shoulders stiffening.
Danny: Do you think it was a mistake?
Thomas Hunt: I didn’t say that…
With that, Hunt walks away without a backwards glance.
Thomas Hunt: Danny! I want to see you after class!
- Preview
- Spend 215 Diamonds
It’s Friday afternoon, and you’re sitting with Addison in the middle of Professor Hunt’s class.
Thomas Hunt: …and that is why we’re discussing the decline of the romantic comedy, a genre that relies all too often on an unbelievable formula. How often have you seen the two lead characters spend most of a movie fighting with each other… only to end up together in the end because of some ill-established passion? Real love is nothing like that.
You whisper to Addison…
Danny: Can you imagine someone loving Hunt? Or even dating him?
Addison: No! It’d be like dating an angry bear. I heard he’s single, unsurprisingly.
Danny: He probably has crazy high standards. Do you think he has a type?
Addison: Yeah, if perfect is a type. Like, someone with a model hot body, a mind as sharp as a stiletto, and a Hollywood career that’s skyrocketing.
Danny: So someone like me!
Addison: Shut up! Are you thinking about making a move on Hunt?
Danny: Maybe…
Addison: Danny! Have you lost it?! Not only is he our professor, but last I checked, he kinda sorta hates your guts!
Danny: I know, but… jawline.
Addison: Okay, you want to know what life is like dating Hunt? It’d be like getting graded all the time… he’d be judging your outfit, insulting your conversation, critiquing your kissing technique!
Addison lowers her voice to sound like Hunt…
Addison: ‘I’ve seen more believable kisses on The Bachelor, Danny!’
You laugh, drawing Hunt’s irate glare.
Thomas Hunt: Danny! Is something amusing? Perhaps you’d like to finish off my lecture on the difficulty of realistically portraying love?
Danny: Sorry, Professor!
You go back to taking notes as Hunt continues. Toward the end of class…
Thomas Hunt: And in conclusion, once a genre full of heart, the majority of romantic comedies have descended into farce bereft of true emotion. Class dismissed. Except for Danny. Come see me. We need to talk.
Addison: Good luck, Danny! Hope you’re not in too much trouble…
As everyone leaves, you approach Professor Hunt’s desk.
Thomas Hunt: Just a second, Danny.
Near the corner of the desk, you see a ticket that says ‘5th Annual Los Angeles Charity Masquerade’.
Danny: A masquerade ball, huh? That sounds very romantic.
Professor Hunt puts his papers aside and glares up at you.
Thomas Hunt: Only someone delusional looks for love at a charity masquerade ball. This is merely an obligation.
Danny: So… no date, then?
Thomas Hunt: A date would require me to spend the entire evening there. I can’t imagine anything worse. I’ll be leaving as soon as I’ve made my donation to the cause. But I didn’t call you up here to discuss my social calendar, Danny. I wanted to talk about your behavior in class.
Danny: But I was just--
Thomas Hunt: I don’t want to hear your excuses. It is unacceptable to disrupt my lecture. Save your chit chat for your own time, understand?
Danny: Yes, Professor.
Thomas Hunt: Good. You can go now.
You leave the lecture hall and pull up the site for the masquerade ball on your phone.
Danny: There are still tickets left!
Danny: Yes! I’ve got my ticket to the masquerade!
Rewards
- none
Danny: Okay… masks, dancing, and my insanely hot professor… if I’m really doing this, I need to look better than perfect!
Part 2
Danny: Time to go after Thomas Hunt!
- Danny wearing a The Soprano Outfit
Dressed in your fanciest suit, you arrive at the masquerade. A footman at the door hands you a mask with strings, and you put it on. You check yourself out in a nearby mirror.
Danny: With this mask, I could be anyone… well, anyone smokin’ hot that is!
You head into a packed, Regency-style ballroom! Gold chandeliers decorate ceilings with painted murals, and tables spill over with decadent food and sparkling drinks in crystal flutes.
Danny: Wow, this is incredible!
Famous actors and big names in the industry gossip at the edges of the room, while couples dance and twirl on the floor. You scan the room… and spot Professor Hunt near the bar resignedly slipping on a navy blue mask with silver lining! You head towards him…
Time - 4 hours
Hunt sips a scotch while sneaking glances at a clock above the bar. You grab a drink from a passing waiter and sidle up to him.
Danny: You look like you could use some company.
Thomas Hunt: Depends on whose company it is.
Danny: You’re in luck. It’s mine.
Thomas Hunt: I have no interest in socializing with a complete stranger.
Danny: You don’t mince words, do you?
Thomas Hunt: I prefer to be honest.
Danny: I like that.
Thomas Hunt: Are you sure? Because I can be very honest.
Danny: Honesty’s refreshing. One thing I’ve learned since I’ve been here… too many people are willing to lie to your face or cheat to get ahead.
Thomas Hunt: And you’re not one of them?
Danny: No, not yet at least.
Thomas Hunt: So, you do want to get ahead?
Danny: I want to be a household name… …to be a famous director!
Thomas Hunt: Here’s some more truth for you… everyone here wants to be something. But not everyone here is going to succeed.
Danny: I will.
Thomas Hunt: You’re brash, naive, and overly confident. I used to be that way, before… …ahem. Excuse me. I’m Thomas. And you are?
Danny: …someone who doesn’t like to reveal all his secrets. It’s a masquerade ball, after all.
Thomas Hunt: You don’t have to be so coy. I don’t need a name to figure out who you are. Or anyone in this room, for that matter.
Danny: But they’re all wearing masks. How do you know who anyone is?
Thomas Hunt: Years spent analyzing the nuances of physicality and behavior. For example, that woman over there in the pink dress is Paris Hilton…
Danny: How--
Thomas Hunt: Her distinctive laugh. And the man next to her is Daniel Craig. He has a slight limp from his injury on the set of ‘Spectre’.
Danny: Those are easy. Let’s give you a harder challenge…
Thomas Hunt: I’m up for it.
Danny: Me. Do you know who I am?
Thomas Hunt: I’ve been wondering that the moment you arrived. Something about you is familiar, almost loathsome, yet at the same time, forgive me, attractive.
Danny: ‘Cause that was the insulting part…
Thomas Hunt: You’re not going to tell me who you are, are you?
Danny: Maybe at the end of the night. Unless you’re planning on leaving early…?
Thomas Hunt: No. No, I’m not.
Rewards
- 50 Cash
Just then, the music changes to something slow and soft.
Danny: We should dance.
Thomas Hunt: Oh no. I don’t dance with just anyone.
Danny: No one’s good enough to dance with you, is that it?
Thomas Hunt: That’s precisely it.
Danny: But is it possible that I’m an exception?
Thomas Hunt: Possible? Yes. Likely? No.
Danny: The alternative is I walk away from you… and then you’ll never learn who I am.
Thomas Hunt: You drive a hard bargain.
Danny: Does that mean I’ve won?
Hunt slips off his barstool, straightens up, and buttons his suit coat.
Thomas Hunt: Try to keep up.
Part 3
Thomas Hunt: Would you like to dance?
Danny wearing a The Soprano Outfit
Hunt leads you out onto the crowded dance floor and takes you in his arms. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your mouth has gone dry. Hesitantly, you place one hand on his sturdy shoulder and the other in his offered hand.
Thomas Hunt: Nervous?
Danny: Huh?
Thomas Hunt: If you’re nervous, this dance will be over before it even begins.
Danny: I’m not nervous.
Thomas Hunt: Prove it.
Danny: Fine…
You slide your hands lower and lower and lower until…
Thomas Hunt: Oh!
Danny: Hope you don’t mind…
Thomas Hunt: Please remove your hands.
Danny: Oh, sorry…
Thomas Hunt: Although your bravado is impressive, we are in public at the moment.
Danny: Duly noted.
You slide your hands up to rest on the small of his back. Hunt easily leads you through the steps, guiding you around the dance floor.
Thomas Hunt: Hmmm… you’re not completely horrible at this.
You and Hunt whirl through the other couples, each step perfectly in time with the music.
Thomas Hunt: In fact, it seems that your talents have attracted the attention of the entire ballroom.
You look around and see that most of the room is now watching the two of you dance.
Danny: It’s all in the leading.
Hunt tightens his grip on your waist.
Thomas Hunt: Normally I’d agree, but in this case… you’re the mesmerizing one.
Danny: That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
Thomas Hunt: What?
Danny: Er… that’s the nicest thing you’ve said tonight!
The music begins to crescendo, and Hunt twirls you around the dance floor faster and faster.
Thomas Hunt: Keep to my tempo, or you’ll fall behind.
With a sudden move, Hunt spins you out away form him!
Danny: Oh!
He reaches out, expecting you to take his hand… the audience watches with bated breath…
Time - 6 hours
As you spin out, you grasp Hunt’s hand, and he spins you back into his embrace…
Thomas Hunt: Not bad.
As the crowd applauds your efforts, Hunt whispers in your ear.
Thomas Hunt: You learn quickly. I wish you were one of my students.
Danny: So… you’re a teacher?
Thomas Hunt: I— I suppose I can’t back out of that one. Yes, I teach at a local university.
The music changes to a slow song, and Hunt holds you closely, almost effortlessly, as you dance.
Danny: Any interesting students?
Thomas Hunt: Most of my students are mediocre at best, but there’s one… Danny… From day one, Danny was the most insubordinate, disrespectful, infuriating--
Danny: Wait, wait, wait. This Danny must have some redeeming qualities, right? It seems to me like there’s more to this student than what you’re saying. Doesn’t Danny have passion?
Thomas Hunt: I suppose Danny is passionate… I’ve never seen anyone care so much about school projects since, well, me. And I admit, passion is important in this town. Without it, you can burn out like that. But I digress. Danny is just a student, and I’d much rather focus on you at the moment.
Danny: No arguments there!
Rewards
- 50 Cash
Suddenly, the music changes to something lively and upbeat!
Thomas Hunt: It looks like we’re going a group dance. Follow my lead.
Hunt holds you close as he guides you through the steps.
Thomas Hunt: One, two, three… one, two, three… now switch!
Danny: Oh!
All the women move one place to the left, switching partners! A tall man begins to dance with you as Hunt partners up with a red-haired woman.
Danny: Um, hello.
As the dance continues, you rotate partners many times, losing sight of Professor Hunt! Eventually the music fades. You look around, but can’t find him anywhere.
Danny: Where’d he go?!
Part 4
Danny: Where did Professor Hunt go?
- Find Hunt!
- Spend 500 Cash
Danny: Hmmm… maybe I can see Hunt if I get a better view…
You head upstairs so you can see the entire dance floor. You gaze out over the sea of men and women in masks…
Danny: Everyone looks so similar! How am I supposed to find Hunt?
You scan the floor and see someone wearing a blue mask like Hunt’s! But when you rush downstairs, you find two men in similar navy blue masks! You tap the man on the shoulder.
Thomas Hunt: What? Oh, there you are. I was looking for you after the dance.
Danny: But I found you first. It was easy enough to… what did you say earlier? ‘Analyze the nuances of your physicality and behavior.’ I simply trusted my instincts.
Thomas Hunt: Very impressive.
Professor Hunt takes your hand.
Thomas Hunt: Come with me.
He leads you through the ballroom and out onto a private balcony. As he steps into the cool night air, he removes his mask. He turns to face you.
Thomas Hunt: Disappointed?
Danny: Not at all.
You can hear the ocean waves below. Above you, the sun is just beginning to set, turning the sky into a patchwork of oranges, reds, and pinks.
Danny: So tell me, Thomas… is this masquerade living up to your expectations?
Hunt gives you a long, measured look.
Thomas Hunt: It has exceeded them many times over.
Danny: That must be a first.
Thomas Hunt: Indeed it is…
Rewards
- none
Hunt takes both of your hands in his.
Thomas Hunt: You are definitely the best part of the night. I wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you. I can sense something about you, a connection… I never thought I’d feel this strongly about someone I just met, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
Hunt circles his arms around your waist, tilts your head up, and leans in closer…
Part 5
Thomas Hunt: I never thought I’d feel this strongly about someone I just met…
- Danny wearing a The Soprano Outfit
Hunt pulls you close and leans in for a kiss… Hunt kisses you! He tightens his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. In the distance, fireworks explode! You can hear claps and cheers from the beach below. After a long moment, Hunt pulls back.
Thomas Hunt: Please… I have to know who you are…
Danny: There’s only one way to find out.
Hunt looks deeply into your eyes. Slowly, carefully he reaches up and unties your mask…
Time - 8 hours
You tilt your face up so Professor Hunt can get a good look at you.
Thomas Hunt: Danny! How dare you?!
Danny: What?
Thomas Hunt: You lied to me! You deceived me! You… seduced me!
Danny: Oh please! Some part of you knew it was me! Even if you didn’t consciously know it, deep down you hoped it was me! You wanted it to be me!
Thomas Hunt: Ha! Why would I want you to be someone I despise? Someone I don’t respect? You’re the last person I’d want to see behind that mask.
Danny: And what about the fact that up until two seconds ago, you were completely into me. You fell for me! There was nothing clouding your judgement then, just your raw feelings. Admit it!
Thomas Hunt: There’s nothing to admit. This argument is pointless. I can’t be involved with a student.
Danny: Can’t? Or won’t?
Thomas Hunt: I meant what I said.
Danny: Then I guess this is goodbye.
You start to storm away, but Hunt catches your arm!
Thomas Hunt: Wait!
Your turn back to face him… For one second, you see something soft in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before…
Thomas Hunt: Just… just wait, Danny.
He leans forward, tilting your head up toward him…
Rewards
- 5 Diamonds
Then he stops. He takes a step back. He straightens up, and you watch as his expression begins to harden.
Danny: Professor?
Thomas Hunt: We can’t cross this line. Forget this happened. Nothing changes.
Danny: What are you saying?! That this whole night was a mistake?
Thomas Hunt: You’re still my student. I’m still your professor.
Danny: I know that! But was it a mistake?
Professor Hunt turns to leave.
Danny: Answer me!
He stops, his shoulders stiffening.
Danny: Do you think it was a mistake?
Thomas Hunt: I didn’t say that…
With that, Hunt walks away without a backwards glance.
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