[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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Comments

[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."