Luke Triton (
hisapprentice) wrote2013-03-08 08:39 pm
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[Puzzle 013]
[Part 1
Homework on the weekends is just plain unfair! Luke chooses not to bring this up with his favorite teacher, however, opting instead to carry his notebook and papers and books to somewhere else to study. He considers the library, standing before its door for a while, but in the end he turns around and goes through the Welcome Center to the Tea Shop instead. The sense of bustle helps himget all distracted concentrate.
Plus, there's tea. He chooses an empty table and spreads out everything he'll need. As usual, this turns pretty quickly into him sitting there with a full cup of tea while he devises puzzles on paper or of paper. At the height of his distraction he builds a tower of folded paper cubes...and a gust of wind through the window scatters them all across the floor.
Then he's got to pick them up again.
Part 2
After all - or most - of his schoolwork is finished, Luke shoulders his bag and heads off to the stables. Just because Mr. Greg went home is no reason to slack in his responsibilities! He loves the horses and they tend to like him too. Besides, he brought carrots.
He greets any fellow stablehands and goes about his horsey business, picking up a rake to start on clearing one of the stalls. Of course, you've got to get the horse out of it first.
What happens next isn't quite clear to him once it's over; all he knows is that something spooked the horse and he managed to get out of the way before it kicked, and now he's on the ground with the rake's handle trapped beneath him. Pushing himself up again, he sees that the sound he heard must have been said handle half-snapping as he landed on it. Then he notices something else.
A bit shaky, he goes back to his bag and fumbles his journal out of it.]
I think there's...a bit of a problem... I'm at the- the stables and I fell and, uh...I might be hurt.
[Though he sounds unsure, it's the kind of unsure that really makes one sure.]
[[ooc: Go ahead. Break time. You know you want to. It'll be great. (Meaning, of course more than one person can find him at the tea shop/pick up papers with him/discover his fate in the stables. Have fun!)]]
Homework on the weekends is just plain unfair! Luke chooses not to bring this up with his favorite teacher, however, opting instead to carry his notebook and papers and books to somewhere else to study. He considers the library, standing before its door for a while, but in the end he turns around and goes through the Welcome Center to the Tea Shop instead. The sense of bustle helps him
Plus, there's tea. He chooses an empty table and spreads out everything he'll need. As usual, this turns pretty quickly into him sitting there with a full cup of tea while he devises puzzles on paper or of paper. At the height of his distraction he builds a tower of folded paper cubes...and a gust of wind through the window scatters them all across the floor.
Then he's got to pick them up again.
Part 2
After all - or most - of his schoolwork is finished, Luke shoulders his bag and heads off to the stables. Just because Mr. Greg went home is no reason to slack in his responsibilities! He loves the horses and they tend to like him too. Besides, he brought carrots.
He greets any fellow stablehands and goes about his horsey business, picking up a rake to start on clearing one of the stalls. Of course, you've got to get the horse out of it first.
What happens next isn't quite clear to him once it's over; all he knows is that something spooked the horse and he managed to get out of the way before it kicked, and now he's on the ground with the rake's handle trapped beneath him. Pushing himself up again, he sees that the sound he heard must have been said handle half-snapping as he landed on it. Then he notices something else.
A bit shaky, he goes back to his bag and fumbles his journal out of it.]
I think there's...a bit of a problem... I'm at the- the stables and I fell and, uh...I might be hurt.
[Though he sounds unsure, it's the kind of unsure that really makes one sure.]
[[ooc: Go ahead. Break time. You know you want to. It'll be great. (Meaning, of course more than one person can find him at the tea shop/pick up papers with him/discover his fate in the stables. Have fun!)]]
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[ Twilight's not gonna get into her status as Equestria's most powerful magic user yet, though. Doesn't want to be boastful. ]
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Heavens.]
Can...you teach people? [A sudden interest in magic would seem odd if not for the people around him using it all the time. Besides, he wants to do better in magic class.]
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As long as you teach me how you make your puzzles.
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We learn about Luceti magic in class, actually, so I think I'm good on that one. But, um, thanks.
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Maybe you can show me how you do it. [ She sits back on her haunches, eager for a demonstration by the master. ]
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How about I give you one, and you see if you can solve it first?
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[ Your move, Triton. ]
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"Once upon a time a farmer went to market and purchased a fox, a goose, and a bag of beans. On his way home, the farmer came to the bank of a river and rented a boat. But in crossing the river by boat, the farmer could carry only himself and a single one of his purchases - the fox, the goose, or the bag of the beans.
If left alone, the fox would eat the goose, and the goose would eat the beans.
The farmer's challenge was to carry himself and his purchases to the far bank of the river, leaving each purchase intact. How did he do it?"
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Is the farmer an earth pony?
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Got it. The farmer takes the goat across, then comes back alone, then he brings the beans across, then he brings the goat back with him, then he brings the wolf across, then he comes back alone, and then he brings the goat across.
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That's it! You got it! And on your first try, too.
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In a far-off land, there are two types of ponies. Friendlies, who always speak the truth, and enemies, who always lie. A stallion, a mare, and a filly are brought in for questioning. You ask the mare, "Are you my enemy?" She responds, but too quiet for you to hear. You then ask the filly, "What did she say?" The filly replies, "She says she is your enemy." The stallion then speaks up: "Do not listen to my daughter. She is lying."
Of the three, who is definitely your enemy?
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Just so I'm sure - it's possible for the, um, filly to be his daughter, right?
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I can't tell for sure. If the filly is lying, then the other two are telling-
[No wait hold on. Frown.]
I think...I think the filly's got to be your enemy no matter what, doesn't she?
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