[Round 3, ongoing] Treasure Hunt Exchange

[utopiamods]

Characters: All
Format: Any
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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[myblueskies]

"A shoe?" Romeo looked to Sherlock and back to the receptionist. "Shoes have souls?" He reached down and pulled the boot off his foot and looked at it before passing it over to the receptionist. "Is it right?"

[utopiamods]

"Soles," she corrected, "it's a play on words, you see? But yes, a shoe is the correct answer. You are doing well. Would you like another clue?"

[myblueskies]

"Oh!" Romeo smiled, "Yes please!"

[bitofafiction]

And Sherlock nods.

[utopiamods]

"Hands but no fingers have I, a face without a head. Standing without a single limb, or hung but never dead."

[myblueskies]

Romeo looked at his hands, hands but no fingers? He frowned wondering if it was some kind of animal and then thought of the next line, a face without a head?

That made no sense at all, nor did the rest, you couldn't stand without limbs. He sighed and looked at Sherlock, "Do you know this one mister Sherlock?"

[bitofafiction]

Given the last one, his mind immediately travels to wordplay and double meanings. From there it is simple.

"Clock." He smiles slightly and looks at the receptionist. "I don't suppose I can ask you for one, hand it back to you, and thereby save us a trip."

[myblueskies]

"A clock?" Romeo looked up at Sherlock again, he was so clever! Romeo had no idea what any of these riddles meant and Sherlock was guessing every one.

"Oh I know where to find a clock!" There was one in the common room of his down, Romeo had been looking at it after Grenn had explained that technology wasn't magic but just like a clock. He still didn't get how to screans on the walls and the camera mister Gino had been using were anything like a clock.

"Come on lets go!"

He had taken a whole step away from the desk when he remembered the origional reason that they had come here. "Oh miss!" He looked up back at the receptionist with a polite smile. "Mister Sherlock Holmes is my weapon now and I can't write because I forgot how to but can I just tell you that he's allowed to do anything he wants, including play his violin!"

He hoped this would be alright, and he quickly remembered his other weapon. "Oh and Mister Zoro is also my weapon and he can do whatever he likes as well! Is that alright miss?"

[utopiamods]

"I'm afraid items already at the desk don't count," she shrugged apologetically, and then looked back down at Romeo's question.

"I'll make a note of it immediately, if you can wait a few moments..." The receptionist turned to her monitor and tapped out something apparently long and complicated, and the few promised moments later, two slips of paper whirred out of the printer. They were handed to Romeo, still warm from the machine, with all of the necessary permissions.

"Have them keep these on them at all times."

[myblueskies]

Romeo gave a huge smile and took the papers. "Thank you so much miss!" He turned and showed the slips to Sherlock for him to take the one that was his. "There you go, now you can play your violin as much as you like."

With another grin he began to skip off in the direction of the dorms waiting every few steps for mister Sherlock to catch up with him.

Very soon they were back at the desk, with a clock.

[utopiamods]

It was so heartening to see them begin to truly work together, she had to admit. When the duo returned, clock in hand, she rewarded them with a smile and took the treasure to add to Romeo's particular basket.

"And the next... Hmm. Requited, I can support and love, heal and comfort; unwanted, I am merely an invasion, but still I am accepted in public. A further hint: if teddy bears assemble, they share my name."

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock raises his eyebrows, gets out his notebook, and carefully writes it down while it is still fresh in his mind.

"This one may take some doing."

[myblueskies]

"We can come back when we have figured it out." Or more likely when Sherlock had figured it out because just like the others this riddle went completely over Romeo's head.

As they walked away from the desk Romeo looked up at Sherlock. "Mister Sherlock? What's a teddy bear? They wern't in the book of animals doctor Casella showed me, are they like polar bears?"

[bitofafiction]

"It is not a real animal at all," he says. "A little stuffed cloth bear—a child's toy."

[myblueskies]

"Oh! Like a doll?" The riddle still made no sense, "But they can't move so they can't assemble." Romeo sighed, he really wasn't very good at this. He wished Alfredo was here. "You'd be able to work out every one wouldn't you Alfredo?"

[bitofafiction]

"Who is Alfredo?"

[myblueskies]

"Alfredo's my best friend! He's really clever and read so many books, more books then I will be able to ever read even when I am an adult! He died though before I came here." This was said in a matter of fact tone, because even though Romeo was sad that he could no longer see Alfredo he knew his friend was in heaven and could hear him even if Romeo couldn't hear back.

Alfredo wouldn't want him to be sad, he wanted him to keep living and to keep his dreams going for him.