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<img src="https://upforme.ru/uploads/0019/3c/8c/3/26908.png" width="20%"> ГИЛЬДИЯ  DOUBLE D’S <img src="https://upforme.ru/uploads/0019/3c/8c/3/26908.png" width="20%"> <br> <br>

<p style="color: red; font-size: 24px;"> <b> 🌸 КВЕСТ: «ТАЙНЫ КОМНАТЫ САКУР» </b></p>

<p style="font-size: 19px;"> <b> <i>
5 дней утончённой гармонии, японских легенд и тихой магии <br>
Место проведения: Комната Сакур <br>
🏮Комната Сакур — уголок Японии в Домике, где каждый предмет дышит гармонией, историей и мистикой. <br>
Шёпот бумажных журавликов, мерцание фонариков, звон струны и аромат японской кухни создают атмосферу, в которой прошлое и настоящее переплетаются. <br>
Здесь каждый объект хранит тайну, которая ждёт, чтобы её рассказали. <br>
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<p style="font-size: 19px;"> <b>🗝 Ваша миссия проста: </b> <br>
✔ исследовать комнату Сакур <br>
✔ из списка, выпадающего после прохождения, сделать скрин наиболее подходящего под задание предмета <br>
✔ придумать атмосферную историю, легенду или маленькую сказку, связанную с предметом <br>
Форма написания свободная — романтика, юмор, драма, мистика. Главное — творчество! <br>
✔ Публикуем ответы  до 23:59 каждого дня (время Московское) <br>
Истории могут быть любыми — главное, чтобы были творческими. </p></b> <br>
<p style="color: blue; font-size: 19px;"> Задание  (5 дней): </p>

<p style="font-size: 19px;"> <b> 🦢 ДЕНЬ 1 — «ЖУРЧАНИЕ БУМАЖНЫХ КРЫЛЬЕВ» (Оригами)</b> <br>
Бумажные фигурки в комнате Сакур будто оживают, шепча старые истории и секреты. <br>
📌Получите предмет из коллекции «Искусство оригами» <br>
📌 Расскажите, какую тайну или желание хранит этот журавлик, лотос или дракон. <br>
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<b> 🎭 ДЕНЬ 2 — «ЛИКИ ТАЙНЫ» (Японские маски) </b> <br>
Маски не только скрывают лицо — они могут рассказать о прошлом, о духах или о забытых ритуалах. <br>
📌 Получите любую японскую маску <br>
📌 Придумайте легенду о том, кто носил эту маску и какую историю она поведала. <br> <br>

<b> 🍣 ДЕНЬ 3 — «ВКУСЫ СОЛНЕЧНОГО САДА» (Японская еда) </b> <br>
Ароматы суши, сладких моти и зелёного чая могут вернуть воспоминания или пробудить мечты. <br>
📌 Получите любой предмет японской еды <br>
📌 Расскажите, чья трапеза это была и какое чудо или открытие она принесла. <br> <br>

<b> 🥷 ДЕНЬ 4 — «ТЕНЬ СТАЛИ» (Оружие ниндзя) </b> <br>
Каждый клинок, сюрикэн или нунчаки хранит следы невидимых битв и тайных миссий. <br>
📌 Получите предмет оружия ниндзя <br>
📌 Придумайте историю о его владельце, его миссии или о легендарном противнике, с которым он сталкивался. <br> <br>

<b> 🎶 ДЕНЬ 5 — «МЕЛОДИИ ДЗЕН» (Музыка и фонарики) </b> <br>
Звуки бамбуковых флейт, цимбал и тихий свет фонариков могут успокоить или пробудить внутренние силы. <br>
📌 Получите музыкальный инструмент из коллекции «Музыка дзен» или японский фонарик <br>
📌 Напишите историю о том, какую мелодию он сыграл и какое чудо она сотворила для тех, кто услышал её.
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<p style="font-size: 19px;"><b> 💫 Подсчёт результатов: </b> <br>
Один пост участника гильдии в день (скрин предмета, выпавшего в списке после прохождения комнаты + короткий текст) - это один балл <br>
Оценивается атмосферность, оригинальность, командная идея. <br>
В конце все очки суммируются, и побеждает гильдия, набравшая наибольшее количество. <br> </p>
<p style="color: blue; font-size: 19px;"> Обязательное условие, в сообщении со скриншотом писать название своей гильдии! </p>
<p style="font-size: 19px;"> <b> 🎁 Призы: </b> <br>
🍬 За участие (скриншот с подписью), каждый день — 1 коллекция с предметами для обмена со снэтчинами двора<br>
🏆 Каждый участник гильдии-победителя получит 5 коллекций на выбор и Великую шишку </p>
<p style="font-size: 20px;"> <b> 🕰 Сроки проведения: </b> <br>
📅 С 6 по 10 февраля  включительно <br>
(с полуночи до полуночи, по московскому времени) </b> </p>

<p style="color: green; font-size: 19px;"> <b> Администратор Тигра 🐯 </b></p> </div>

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DAY 5 — "The Heart's Threshold" (Finale)
Lala was the youngest, only nineteen when she'd been adopted into this group of college friends, but the Manor spoke to the youngest differently. It showed them what the others couldn't yet see.
She found all four of them in the basement—Tara, Julie, John, and Laura—and led them to the final discovery: the Heart of the Ocean, brilliant blue, set in a heart-shaped frame of diamonds.
"The Manor's heart," Lala said simply, because it was obvious.
When they placed all five stones together, the gems formed a pattern—a constellation of light connecting each person to the others, lines crisscrossing and overlapping, no single person at the center because they all were.
The Manor had been showing them all along: friendship isn't found in the perfect moments everyone photographs. It's discovered in the depths, in shared fears and private doubts, in the courage to descend together into uncertainty.
Tara took Julie's hand. Julie took John's. John took Laura's. Laura took Lala's. Lala completed the circle, taking Tara's hand.
"The Manor feels happy now," Lala announced. "It was waiting for all of us to understand what we have. That's why it opened the Threshold."
Upstairs, their reunion weekend was half over, but in the Basement, five friends and five stones had just taught an old house what it means to be chosen family.
The Manor sighed—ancient timbers settling—and somewhere in its depths, the Heart's Threshold gently closed.
It had said what it needed to say.
Some houses are just buildings. But some houses understand: the strongest foundation is the people who find each other within its walls.
And this group of five—bound not by blood or obligation, but by years of showing up, of seeing each other, of choosing each other again and again—they were the Manor's favorite kind of family.
The kind that finds itself in the dark, and decides to stay.

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DAY 5 — "The Heart's Threshold" (Finale)
Lala was the last one free. She watched her four friends—her family—standing in the basement like puppets with cut strings.
The Heart of the Ocean sat in the center of the room, and it was beautiful. Impossibly beautiful. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
And she understood. This was the bait. This was always the bait.
The Manor didn't just want to kill them. It wanted them to offer themselves willingly.
When she placed all five stones together, they didn't form a constellation of friendship. They formed a summoning circle. A feeding circle.
The Manor's true heart wasn't the blue diamond. It was underneath the floor, under centuries of bones, a thing that had been old when the house was built around it. The house was just a shell, just a lure.
The thing beneath wanted to be fed.
Lala's friends turned to her as one. Their mouths opened, and the Manor's voice came out, speaking through all four of them in perfect, horrible harmony:
"The Manor feels hungry now. It was waiting for all of you to gather. That's why it opened the Threshold. That's why it will never close again."
The floor cracked open. Something rose from beneath—something with too many limbs, too many mouths, something that should not exist in a world with light and reason.
Lala ran for the stairs, but her friends grabbed her. Their hands were cold. Their faces were still blank. They pulled her toward the thing, and she heard them whispering:
"Family stays together. Family stays forever. We'll never leave each other now."
The last thing Lala saw before the darkness took her was the Heart of the Ocean, still gleaming, still beautiful, still waiting for the next group of friends who would rent the Manor for a reunion weekend.
The Manor sighed—ancient timbers settling over ancient hunger—and somewhere in its depths, the Heart's Threshold opened wider.
It was always hungry. It would always be hungry.
Some houses are just buildings. But some houses are mouths. And the strongest foundation is built on the bones of people who found each other within its walls.
And stayed.
Forever.

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The Manor is still available for rent. Sleeps five comfortably. Perfect for reunions. No reviews available—previous guests never checked out.🤪😂

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Day 5: “The Heart’s Threshold” & Conclusion

Final day, and the basement thrummed like it was calling me personally—I felt it in my gut as we descended. “Trust your instincts for the heart spot,” I told everyone, and we roamed by feel, my hand grazing pulsing walls. In the deepest nook, there it was: heart-stones converging in lines, chocolate-hued with shadows defying light. The threshold beat like a drum, syncing with my pulse in a freaky harmony. “This is the core—Ticker Central,” John said, his awe matching mine.

“What does the House hear with its Heart—and why did it allow you to hear it?” Laura pondered. I listened: legends said it tuned into forgotten pains—from cameos’ conquests to basins’ whispers—all merging in those veins. It heard our laughs, fears, Julie’s crushes, John’s regrets, sharing because we were bold (or dumb) enough. “We’re its funniest guests ever,” Lala snarked, the pulse revealing our bits like group therapy.

Ascending, the secrets sealed with a creak, but I felt transformed, us tighter than ever. Toasting outside: “To hearts that eavesdrop—and us fools who tuned in!” As we drove off, I glanced back—the chimney smoke winked a heart. The house’s snarky love was forever, and honestly? I’d do it again.

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Guild Quest Day 5. The Heart's Threshold and Conclusion
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Day 5: "The Heart's Threshold"

Final day of reunion and basement diving, and honestly, this ultra-rational pilot is not quite converted - but I am highly Intrigued.  We’ve turned this holiday into a basement saga: puzzle tiles sparking riddles, pipe puffing legends, shaker spilling tales, gin glaring coldly. Last night, we huddled sharing fears—Tara admitted the spooks thrill her, Laura confessed to loving the laughs, Lala revealed her “ghost hunter” side, Julie beamed about our bond. Me? I snarked less, admitting it's fun debunking with friends. Now, the Basement depths await; no logic, just feeling. "If the house hearts us, great—otherwise, ejector seats," I joke, descending with the crew, hearts pounding.

We wander, lines converging in shadows that defy light. There, in the heart of it all, is this magical gazebo—wait, a gazebo? Down here? It's ethereal, vines twisting like veins, glowing faintly as if pulsing. The house's Heart's Threshold, no doubt. What does the House hear with its Heart—and why did it allow you to hear it? Legend whispers the House hears echoes of every joy, sorrow, laugh, and scream from dwellers past—lonely pulses in the silence. It let us hear because we're alive, bickering besties breathing life back in: my sarcasm the beat, Julie's optimism the rhythm, Tara's creativity the melody, Laura's wit the harmony, Lala's energy the crescendo. As we touch it, a warm thrum vibrates through each of us—approval from the Heart’s Threshold? The gazebo shimmers, and suddenly, the basement feels welcoming, not spooky.

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We emerge, changed—holiday transformed from beach dreams to basement bonds. The House's heart beats with ours, sharing secrets in snarky, scary, funny whispers. As we pack, a final crack bids farewell. "Thanks for the pulse-check," I quip. Julie hugs us: "Best trip ever." Driving away, I glanced back—the House watches, but warmly now. Who knew a skeptical pilot's girls' trip would uncover a heartbeat? Friends like these? Worth every descent.

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Day 5: “The Heart’s Threshold”

Final day—thank goodness. We mustered our last bits of courage (and a flask of “liquid bravery”) for the basement finale. The air hummed with anticipation, or maybe that was just our nerves. Tara led with her “intuition,” Julie grumbled about “wasted holidays,” John cracked jokes to hide his shakes, and Laura gripped my hand like a lifeline. Deep in the shadows, we found it: a cluster of heart-shaped stones where lines converged unnaturally, their surfaces gleaming like… chocolate? “Heart-stones with lines that converge. Color of chocolate! Wait! Actually chocolate!” I exclaimed, nibbling a piece to confirm—yep, edible, but ancient and oddly warm.

What does the House hear with its Heart—and why did it allow you to hear it? The house hears echoes of forgotten laughter, buried regrets, and the pulse of lives intertwined, like our group’s snarky bond masking deeper fears. It let us in because we stumbled upon its rhythm, turning terror into twisted fun. As we pondered, the basement pulsed once, the mats creaking, Jabberwocky growling, Pirate Jack whispering, and fog watching. Suddenly, the chocolate hearts melted, revealing tiny keys that unlocked a hidden door—leading to a sunlit garden, not doom.

We emerged, laughing hysterically at our “spooky” ordeal, but with a twist: the house’s heart had shared its secret loneliness, choosing us as unlikely friends. Our holiday ended not in screams, but in unbreakable tales, proving even haunted basements crave a good laugh. And as we drove away, I swear the mansion winked— or maybe that was just the wine.

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https://upforme.ru/uploads/0019/3c/8c/7219/t506372.png Le seuil du coeur
Guilde To the Manor Born
Le cœur est l’organe qui rythme notre vie. Gros comme le poing d’une main il est le moteur du corps humain le muscle qui fait circuler le sang et l’oxygène dans chaque recoin de l’organisme symbole universel de l’amour, il est au centre des émotions et des sentiments il a ainsi façonné de nombreuses cultures et légende du monde entier.
Merci 🥰

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День 5
гильдия Ежик в тумане

в домике раньше жил слон Пафнутий, он был самым добрым и самым радостным обитателем. Его считали оберегом домика много веков. Он никогда не покидал пределы домика, всегда был на посту, так сказать. Всех провожал и всех радостно встречал.
когда пришло время уходить Пафнутию на слоновью радугу, к своим предкам, обитатели домика сделали маленькую статуэтку Пафнутия и поставили ее при входе в домик. И каждый раз, убегая по своим делам, они прощались со статуэткой, как когда-то со своим любимым слоном. И возвращаясь, улыбались ему и весело кричали : «Привет, Пафнутий! Я вернулся»
так Пафнутий стал сердцем домика…

Отредактировано Тигра (2026-02-05 19:24:37)

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Даже тигры любят игры!
Ррррррр! 🐅

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Никто не знает, где сокрыт этот бесценный дар❤🔥⏳❤🔥, но то, что он находится в Домике, никто не сомневается…💁🏻♀💖День пятый Гильдия « От чайников до…»  Где-то в глубине Домика есть его сердце:♥ очень многие считают, что это очаг в камине; другие называют им волшебный меч в зазеркалье; а ещё есть легенда… В очень далёкие времена, в Домик постучал проходящий мимо путник. Хозяева только отстраивали своё жилище и ютились в одной маленькой комнатушке, но приютили незваного гостя и поделились с ним краюшкой хлеба и горячим кипятком. Тот, уходя, поклонился им и проговорил— За ваше доброе сердце я сделаю вам подарок— и протянул им песочные часы.—Это не простые часы, они текут бесшумно и бесконечно, даря жителям этого места здоровье и благополучие. Спрячьте их в укромное место, они не должны попасть в руки злого человека. Добрые люди с почтением приняли их.Никто не знает, где сокрыт этот бесценный дар❤🔥⏳❤🔥, но то, что он находится в Домике, никто не сомневается…💁🏻♀💖https://i3.imageban.ru/out/2026/02/05/2bf4df8464d427a9a9ae3c6104386132.png

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💖Извините, очередная шутка Домика, запутать легенду🙏

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Day 1: Paper Wings

Oh man, stepping into the Sakura Room felt like tumbling into a dream—or maybe a strange sci-fi flick where Japan meets outer space. I'm Tara, the self-proclaimed athletic queen of our group, although let's be real, my idea of exercise is sprinting to the fridge. We were all there: Julie, our sophisticated brainiac who could quote ancient texts like they were memes; LaLa, the snarky firecracker ready to roast anyone; John, our kind-hearted pilot buddy who's funny but skeptical about anything not involving jet fuel; and sweet Laura, who probably believes in unicorns and makes everything feel warm and fuzzy.

The room was alive with that hushed magic-paper cranes hanging like they might flap away, lanterns flickering like distant stars, and the faint scent of cherry blossoms mixed with something... otherworldly, like ozone after a storm from another planet.We started with origami, because why not fold paper into life forms when you're hunting secrets? I grabbed a sheet, trying to channel my inner ninja athlete, but my first attempt looked more like a crumpled napkin than a crane. "Tara, that's not flying anywhere except the trash," LaLa snarked, while Julie adjusted her glasses and explained the historical significance of origami in Japanese folklore, tying it to ancient visitors from the stars who supposedly taught humans to fold dimensions. John chuckled, "Yeah, right, next you'll say aliens invented sushi." Laura just smiled and helped me refold, her gentle touch turning my mess into something halfway decent.

That's when we found it: a delicate paper butterfly, hidden in a fold of an old scroll, its wings shimmering with an iridescent glow that didn't seem earthly.

As we examined it, the butterfly seemed to whisper secrets in my mind—okay, maybe it was the room's vibe, but I swear it felt real. This butterfly, I decided, guarded the desire of an ancient alien explorer who crashed in feudal Japan eons ago. Disguised as a wandering sage, the alien yearned to return to its homeworld, a planet of endless cherry blossoms in a distant galaxy. The butterfly's wings held encoded star maps, fluttering with the secret wish to bridge worlds, whispering promises of interstellar harmony. "Guys, this isn't just paper," said cleverly, flexing my non-athletic arms like I'd discovered Atlantis. Laura gasped in wonder, Julie nodded thoughtfully, analyzing the patterns, LaLa rolled her eyes but smirked, and John admitted, "Okay, that's kinda cool—if it's not just static electricity." We laughed, but deep down, that butterfly sparked something cosmic in us, like the first thread in a web connecting realms.

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