Luke Triton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hisapprentice) wrote2012-10-15 12:50 pm
hisapprentice) wrote2012-10-15 12:50 pm
[Puzzle 010]
[All things considered, Luke has had better days.
It’s a strange and bothersome sort of Monday, isn’t it? No? Best check, because the child in the blue hat going from building to building armed with an array of chalks could end up bothering some a great deal.
What is he doing with the chalk? Well, to the extent that it is possible, all available flat vertical surfaces (within his reach, you understand) end up looking something like this. He has gone absolutely puzzle-mad. In the process of writing he circles buildings several times, dropping to the next line when he has gone around once.
Expecting to solve them? Good luck. Some are from memory but most are just words and numbers coming out of his head. The urge to write them all down is undefeatable. He ran out of paper – his apartmentmates will find the place strewn with loose pages covered in writing.
Good luck interrupting his puzzle-scrawling frenzy. He hasn't even stopped to eat.]
[[ooc: The result of a Katie-influenced desire to be creative in a visible fashion meeting Luke’s major source of creativity. Voila! Your walls are covered in puzzle.]]
It’s a strange and bothersome sort of Monday, isn’t it? No? Best check, because the child in the blue hat going from building to building armed with an array of chalks could end up bothering some a great deal.
What is he doing with the chalk? Well, to the extent that it is possible, all available flat vertical surfaces (within his reach, you understand) end up looking something like this. He has gone absolutely puzzle-mad. In the process of writing he circles buildings several times, dropping to the next line when he has gone around once.
Expecting to solve them? Good luck. Some are from memory but most are just words and numbers coming out of his head. The urge to write them all down is undefeatable. He ran out of paper – his apartmentmates will find the place strewn with loose pages covered in writing.
Good luck interrupting his puzzle-scrawling frenzy. He hasn't even stopped to eat.]
[[ooc: The result of a Katie-influenced desire to be creative in a visible fashion meeting Luke’s major source of creativity. Voila! Your walls are covered in puzzle.]]
Action ...Luke, you need better taste.
[He'd protest that his activities are worthwhile because they help his Family, but he's starting to realize that maybe defending himself isn't the point here. He sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and swallows his pride. Maybe he was being a bit of a jerk. He was prickly as a kid, too (and still is, but he probably won't admit it).]
...Okay, fine. I'm sorry, okay? There's... nothin' wrong with puzzles.