[Round 3, ongoing] Treasure Hunt Exchange

[utopiamods]

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This log is: open
Location: The lobby
Summary: Exchange treasures for clues here! Or just chat to the staff or mingle.

[throughout the week, the receptionists are fairly into their roles as 'sages', putting on mystical voices when appropriate and generally being helpful to friendlier students. Other than that, there isn't much to note about the lobby. Students wishing to exchange treasures for the next clue should come here.]

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[chainedbyred]

"Hey there," Russel said, leaning his lanky frame on the edge of the counter. "Got an answer to the riddle for you," he continued.

He held the thin notebook, bound like a normal hardcover book, between two fingers. "A book. You have to break its spine to read it."

[utopiamods]

A pity, then, that the receptionist had already started to shake her head before he'd finished.

"I'm afraid that isn't one of the accepted solutions, Mr. Tringham. Good try, though!"

[myblueskies]

Romeo's smile fell and for a moment he looked crestfallen, but then he smiled again. "Ah well, thank you anyways miss!"

He looked back to Fletcher and Russel, "I guess we have to keep thinking!"

[greennotgold]

Fletcher's face fell. But it had made so much sense...

He looked up to Russel. "What... what now?"

[chainedbyred]

"Are you kidding me? If you're going to ask a question with as many answers as that one, you ought to be prepared for all of them," he ranted. But then he walked off.

Once out of earshot of the desk, he spoke up again. "C'mon, let's go get an egg."

[myblueskies]

"It's alright mister Russel, I'm sure you will think of an answer." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two apples giving one to Fletcher and one to Russel with a grin.

"Good luck!"

He dashed off still thinking about what the answer could possibly be and so didn't hear Russel announce the answer at all!

[greennotgold]

Fletcher waved to Romeo, taken by surprise by the sudden apples. Oh, well, he liked them, so it wasn't a problem.

He looked up to Russel and nodded, and before long they were back at the desk with an egg.

[utopiamods]

"Well done!" The receptionist held out her hand for the egg, looking perhaps a little relieved. "Would you like the next clue?"

[chainedbyred]

"Let me have it," he replied, still annoyed at the previous failure. "This time with less bullshit."

[greennotgold]

"Brother, be nice..." Fletcher frowned. "I'm sorry. May we please hear the next clue?"

[utopiamods]

She looked utterly determined to remain friendly.

"A tongue I have, and a soul too. Yet I speak not, nor do I live. Though I am trodden underfoot, I remain firm and proud. What am I?"

[chainedbyred]

Russel didn't respond. He leaned one hand on the counter, reached down, and lifted one heel all the way up to the back of his leg. He untied his shoe, and lifted it off. He just held it up to the receptionist, with a smirk on his face. "Come on, they've got to be harder than this."

[utopiamods]

"It wouldn't be very fair if they were all difficult," she smiled blandly. "Let's see... Hands but no fingers have I, a face without a head. Standing without a single limb, or hung but never dead."

[greennotgold]

A shoe! Russel was so much better at this than Fletcher. Still, he put his mind to work for the third clue. Hands without fingers, but... oh! "Brother, I think I know this one!"

[chainedbyred]

Russel put his shoe back on the ground, and pushed his foot back into it. "Yeah?" he asked Fletcher as he crouched down on one knee to re-tie it. He looked up at his brother briefly before turning his attention to his hands. He was fairly sure he knew the answer, but sometimes there were multiple answers to these things.

[greennotgold]

"A deck of cards! They have faces, and isn't it called a hand when you have a bunch of them?"

[chainedbyred]

"You can stand in poker, but what about the hanging part?" It was a pretty good idea, but it wasn't as good as a clock.

[greennotgold]

"--um." Fletcher's face fell. "...I guess that's not it, then..." Well, the little brother is sad now.

[chainedbyred]

Russel patted Fletcher's shoulder when he stood again, and turned to the woman at the counter once again. He picked up the clock sitting on her desk and held it out to her. "It's a clock."

[utopiamods]

"Items already at the desk don't count as treasures, but your guess was correct. Can you think of any other clocks on the campus? Your dormitory, for example."

[chainedbyred]

Russel rolled his eyes at the patronizing tone of the receptionist, and walked off. "C'mon, Fletcher, let's go."