(UPDATED! - SUCCESS!)

So, having woken up bright and early, then spending the morning playing videogames (playing games in a game, lol!) we finally decided to go out and task - because what better way to take your mind off things than to go cause a little mischief?

We set out to the local supermarket and looked for Naked Juice, double-naked mail :), but after scouring the refreshing drink case, and then checking the juice isle, we found our store sadly lacking in our desired product - so much for two-for-ing this task with Puns of Navarone. Instead we did find "Neuro-gasm" a juice made to stimulate the mind, if you know what I mean.

Deciding that the previous target of our naked mail (our friend Benjamin) was inappropriate for the new parcel, we deduced that Emelia's mom would be the best recipient of such a gift, pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled her address on it (with a quick nonsequiter note), stamped it up and took it to the post office "send your own parcel" machine [Mobius: "Is your mom going to be put out by this?", Emelia: "She'll probably know who it's from before she reads the note.", Mobius: "Huh..."], which promptly told us all was in order, and to put it in the box.

While Emelia finished final preparations, I stared at the indicated box, attempting to decipher it's instructions. One sign said "Under 16 ounces must be mailed from CS desk.", while another said "Due to hightened security, all packages over 13 ounces must be sent from the CS desk."; seeing as how that'd eliminate the function of the box, and it was still extant, we dropped the package in, and went on our merry way.




UPDATE:

So my cell rings, incoming call "mom" and here is how the conversation went:

"Hi Mom, what's up?"
"Did you send me a drink in the mail?"
"Yup"
"Ok, it tastes pretty good, why didn't you just bring it over, Grum said you and a friend were here the other day bothering the horsese." (Horse fishing see other task.)
"Because I needed to send something naked through the mail. can you take a picture of the half drank bottle and send it to me."
"How do I do that?"
"Do you have a camera on your phone?"
"I don't know, how do I check?"
"Is grum there?"
"No...."
"Nevermind mom, I'll just type out our exchange. Love you, I'll try to make it by for dinner next week."
"Okay, see you next week."

Sorry if it's a bit of a let down, my mother is not very good at technology and i didn't feel like spending 2 hours talking her through using her phone camera only to find out her phone doesn't have one. As you all can see my family is bit use to me doing crazy and strange things. hope you all enjoy the conclusion.