rakuen | [Round 3, ongoing] Treasure Hunt Exchange

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[Round 3, ongoing] Treasure Hunt Exchange

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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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Considering the weather, Huashi had grudginly started to use a rain cape; umbrellas were for delicate human nobles and were only in the way! She was basically only using this to cut down on how many times she had to dry up during the day. As it was, her feet and shins were either wet and muddy, or dry and muddy, due to her still walking around barefoot...

Ignoring all that, Huashi was bounding towards breakfast when she took a leap up into a tree and swung to the next to get past a particluarly huge and muddy puddle instead of having to walk around it, scaring up the birds who'd huddled in the lower branches at the same time.

"You should be higher up if you didn't want to be disturbed!" Huashi giggled as she landed, her stomach growling. Silly birds! But she didn't care about the birds breakfast soon... Tilting her head as she skipped through the forest she suddenly remembered some of the people ate...

"What's that, Wujing?" Huashi peered over the water spirit's shoulder as he prepared his, Xuanzang and Baije's dinner.
"Eggs, Huashi. I have to---"
... Break them before they could be used.

Huashi stopped, sliding slightly on wet ground, grass and leaves, then grinned. Setting off at a full dash, Huashi barged into the dining hall, waved to Kotarou who was already there and shouted at him that she'd be coming soon, picked up an egg, and ran out again.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" Huashi slid to a stop in front of one of the receptionists, bouncing on her feet (and having trailed a wet and muddy track inside). "Here you go!" Huashi grinned brightly and carefully put the egg on the desk, so it didn't roll away.

After some time spent writing things down in his notebook and eavesdropping shamelessly on the other students, Sherlock has concluded that an egg is the likeliest prospect. It seems thematic.

He steps up to the desk and holds it out.

"Is this an appropriate treasure?"

Locke had been thinking for a while, making lists of all things that needed to be broken to be used.

He was a little unsettled by how many he had come up with, but the item he thought would be relatively easy to get a hold of was an egg. He decided to give it a try.

He went up to one of the receptionists and offered the small, delicate, item.

"This it?"

"Oh, well done!" The receptionist smiled even as one of her colleagues made a small sound of dismay at the trail of mud. "Let's see... Huashi? It says you're Kotarou's Weapon, so we'll just tick him off. Would you like the clue now, or are you going to wait for him?"

"I'm going back to breakfast, he's there, so can I please have it?" It wasn't as if she couldn't be vaguely polite when the situation warranted it, and she had a good memory, so she wouldn't forget any words of the next clue told.

"It is! You have been busy," The receptionist smiles, but she looks apologetic a moment later, "You'll have to have a Player before you can enter it, I'm afraid... Why don't you ask around? I'm sure some of them will be glad for the help."

"It is indeed, well done!" The receptionist he'd addressed took the egg carefully and set it down in a basket on her section of the desk. A quick scan of her monitor later, and she smiled. "Locke Cole? As you're a Player, you can hear the next clue now, if you like."

"Of course. The next clue..." What a lovely girl, her expression seemed to say. For the clue, she did her best rendition of a mysterious sage. "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."

The clue over, she went back to her smile. "Is that all, dear?"

No, it really wasn't. But then, that was the point of a riddle, wasn't it? She was no good at riddles... Huashi restrained her pout to an internal one and nodded.

"Yes~ Thank you!" She waved and bounded out again, barely slipping the raincape on as she dove out into the rain. That hadn't made any sense at all... Daddy would have known, surely, or Yu Long, or... well, any of 'her' adults surely would have, except for Baije. She... doubted... his, what was the term? book smarts? Something like that.

With a sigh, Huashi flipped the hood up and began the run across campus to get to the dining hall, to tell Kotarou their next clue. Not that it was much of one.

"Oh, naturally."

He quirks a smile and tucks the egg back into his pocket.

"Thank you for your time, miss," he says, and steps away.

Locke grinned, happy about being right.

"Sure, let's keep this hunt going."

"Let's see... ahem!" She composed herself and, with a fairly practised 'mysterious' voice, said, "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?"

And then she smiled again. "Did you get that?"

"Yeah, I got it....hmm"

He thought for a moment. This couldn't be that hard could-

"Wait. I've got it."

He threw the woman a playful smile.

"Do I have to wait to tell you?

"If you have your guess with you, you don't have to wait."

"Then my answer is 'a shoe'."

Going with the most practical was Kallen's bet. She had brought an egg wrapped in a towel. First they had to fight and now they were sent on childish hunting trips. Would the excitement in this very end.

"Anything else?" she questioned, bringing the egg to the reception desk.

Glad that he and Fletcher had agreed to help each other, and that Russel was so clever and had solved the riddle already Romeo moved over to the receptionist desk with Fletcher and Russel!

He was a little ahead of them though so waited until they caught up before he spoke to the lady behind the desk.

For a second, the receptionist looked surprised.

"Correct again," she nodded, and held out a hand for the 'treasure'. It was a good thing the dorms contained spares.

For just a moment Locke looked surprised then confused, but amusement was the final look expression he decided on.

"I have to give you my shoe...ah well."

He took off his boot and placed it between them.

"I hope I get this back at some point, I like these boots."

Fletcher caught up with Romeo quickly enough, holding onto Russel's sleeve as they went. It was such an obvious answer, in hindsight. Of course!

Roemo was a bundle of excitement as he raced into the lobby waiting only for his new friend to catch up with him. He reached one of the desks and grinned. "Hello miss! Mister Sherlock Holmes solved the riddle!"

Sherlock produces his previously attested egg.

On the second day, morning for the first riddle and late afternoon for the second riddle, Enki hands in the answers for the first two clues.

"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."

The third riddle they receive is Hands but no fingers have I, a face without a head. Standing without a single limb, or hung but never dead.

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[Round 3, ongoing] Treasure Hunt Exchange

Morning, 2nd Day

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Day One- Romeo, Fletcher and Russel

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Day 3, sometime roundabout morning

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