nothing special to the rest of what she wrote. She’d have to work on weaving in Hawk’s stories. She saved her work and played a couple of rounds of word scramble. When she didn’t see that “nekstit” was “kittens,” she gave up and signed on to Megaland.
Megaland: Hello again, Justagirl. How are you liking autumn in New York?
Justagirl: The colors are pretty.
Megaland: It’s my favorite season - harvest time. Time to enjoy all the fruits of your labor. My work is progressing. I would welcome your feedback on the next elements.
Justagirl: The dressing up game?
Megaland: Yes, that’s it. You have a wonderful memory.
Justagirl: I was looking forward to it. I started to pay more attention to what everyone is wearing.
Megaland: I’ll be most interested in what you think.
The chat box minimized and the screen was filled by a giant closet. A model stepped to the front. Amanda recognized her—she’d inspired Amanda’s transformation. Now she was in a black derby, a double-breasted satin jacket and jeans. Her toes wiggled, which made Amanda laugh.
The model pointed to the shoe rack in the closet. Amanda clicked on a pair of black patent pumps. The model’s head shook no. Amanda scanned the shoe rack and selected a pair of bronze booties. The model clapped and retreated to the closet. She returned in a flowered mini with a touch of lace at the hem. Amanda recognized this as the kind of thing Priya or Ellen would wear over black leggings. She knew what shoes they’d wear, and immediately clicked on the black ballet flats. The shoes moved from the rack and rested to the side of the model. But there was no applause.
For a second Amanda was unsure what to do. The model’s toes wiggled.
Amanda spotted a pair of black leather boots at the back of the closet. They were thigh-highs. When she clicked on them they moved to the front of the closet and sat on top of a pile of shoeboxes. She wasn’t sure what do, so she clicked on the box labeled size 8, her size. She thought she’d clicked on the wrong thing again, but the model applauded. The ballet flats returned to the rack and then disappeared off screen. A gift box appeared on the closet floor. Amanda waited for the model to return to open it. The text box enlarged.
Megaland: Did you like that?
Justagirl: It was fun. I’m still learning about fashion.
Megaland: Would you like to have a closet like that and dress up?
Justagirl: Totally. That would be cool.
Megaland: Did you notice the gift on the closet floor? You missed the reward file once before. Maybe the placement is wrong. Or maybe the timing? What do you think?
Justagirl: I think it’s ok. I’ll open it now. It’s just that after I play, it’s fun to chat. I like that my opinion matters.
Megaland: Oh it does. Your feedback will make this more successful. In fact it’s time to move you into a higher testing level.
Justagirl: wow.
Megaland: If I were able to pay for user testing, what would you buy with the money you’d earn?
Justagirl: IDK
Megaland: Clothes? Shoes? Girls like shoes. Or makeup? Or how about those boots?
Justagirl: The boots are fierce. But I’m saving to buy holiday presents.
Megaland: We’re gearing up for a round of on-site user testing. We need to do it soon. I’ll let you know as soon as we can arrange it.
Justagirl: cool
Amanda clicked on the gift box that appeared on screen. The gift card said: “Well done. You’ve made it to another level. You’ll look like a goddess on your dream date. ”
This feels a little young, Amanda thought. But it was kind of fun to think about dating.
A model emerged from the box. As it resolved, Amanda leaned in to the screen. The image was amazing—a beautiful girl dressed in a dark and light green gown. The skirt part looked like billowy triangles. Handkerchief style, Amanda thought it was called. She was meant to be a princess, or a goddess; there was a crown of leaves around the model’s forehead and a flower of
Megaland: Hello again, Justagirl. How are you liking autumn in New York?
Justagirl: The colors are pretty.
Megaland: It’s my favorite season - harvest time. Time to enjoy all the fruits of your labor. My work is progressing. I would welcome your feedback on the next elements.
Justagirl: The dressing up game?
Megaland: Yes, that’s it. You have a wonderful memory.
Justagirl: I was looking forward to it. I started to pay more attention to what everyone is wearing.
Megaland: I’ll be most interested in what you think.
The chat box minimized and the screen was filled by a giant closet. A model stepped to the front. Amanda recognized her—she’d inspired Amanda’s transformation. Now she was in a black derby, a double-breasted satin jacket and jeans. Her toes wiggled, which made Amanda laugh.
The model pointed to the shoe rack in the closet. Amanda clicked on a pair of black patent pumps. The model’s head shook no. Amanda scanned the shoe rack and selected a pair of bronze booties. The model clapped and retreated to the closet. She returned in a flowered mini with a touch of lace at the hem. Amanda recognized this as the kind of thing Priya or Ellen would wear over black leggings. She knew what shoes they’d wear, and immediately clicked on the black ballet flats. The shoes moved from the rack and rested to the side of the model. But there was no applause.
For a second Amanda was unsure what to do. The model’s toes wiggled.
Amanda spotted a pair of black leather boots at the back of the closet. They were thigh-highs. When she clicked on them they moved to the front of the closet and sat on top of a pile of shoeboxes. She wasn’t sure what do, so she clicked on the box labeled size 8, her size. She thought she’d clicked on the wrong thing again, but the model applauded. The ballet flats returned to the rack and then disappeared off screen. A gift box appeared on the closet floor. Amanda waited for the model to return to open it. The text box enlarged.
Megaland: Did you like that?
Justagirl: It was fun. I’m still learning about fashion.
Megaland: Would you like to have a closet like that and dress up?
Justagirl: Totally. That would be cool.
Megaland: Did you notice the gift on the closet floor? You missed the reward file once before. Maybe the placement is wrong. Or maybe the timing? What do you think?
Justagirl: I think it’s ok. I’ll open it now. It’s just that after I play, it’s fun to chat. I like that my opinion matters.
Megaland: Oh it does. Your feedback will make this more successful. In fact it’s time to move you into a higher testing level.
Justagirl: wow.
Megaland: If I were able to pay for user testing, what would you buy with the money you’d earn?
Justagirl: IDK
Megaland: Clothes? Shoes? Girls like shoes. Or makeup? Or how about those boots?
Justagirl: The boots are fierce. But I’m saving to buy holiday presents.
Megaland: We’re gearing up for a round of on-site user testing. We need to do it soon. I’ll let you know as soon as we can arrange it.
Justagirl: cool
Amanda clicked on the gift box that appeared on screen. The gift card said: “Well done. You’ve made it to another level. You’ll look like a goddess on your dream date. ”
This feels a little young, Amanda thought. But it was kind of fun to think about dating.
A model emerged from the box. As it resolved, Amanda leaned in to the screen. The image was amazing—a beautiful girl dressed in a dark and light green gown. The skirt part looked like billowy triangles. Handkerchief style, Amanda thought it was called. She was meant to be a princess, or a goddess; there was a crown of leaves around the model’s forehead and a flower of
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