[Puzzle 001]

[hisapprentice]

[In the plaza, near its southern edge, there is something strange. It is most noticeable now that snow is falling in earnest - a shape, smallish and curled up on itself. There is a boy in the snow. Asleep, dressed only in new feather pants, shivering. When he finally shivers himself awake, it's a groggy half-there voice that broadcasts. Seems the journal's open.] Just...a few m-more...minutes, Prof-ffessor...

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[emp3thy]

[Minato is out for a walk today - not napping, for once, because of the snow (and what happened the last time.) Deciding that maybe he should drop in on Shiki, he turns towards All Passions. Then the small voice catches his attention.

Minato quickens his pace when he spots the kid lying in the snow. He calls as he approaches.] Hey!

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

'S too early...

[even though he can hear Layton's voice in his half-awake head. A gentleman always rises promptly. It's just too cold in the house to get out of bed. He really should have worn warmer pajamas...

Bus his eyes do open a little. He's too disoriented to make much sense of it.]

[emp3thy]

[let's just hope he hasn't made himself sick.

Minato doesn't wait for him to fully wake up. He's already taking off his jacket and scarf to wrap around the half-frozen kid.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

[oh hey no, moving him to wake him is not fair Professor. He'll bat at your hands to get you off. It's not like he wanted to be out here in the snow-

Snow?]

Huh?

[emp3thy]

[get the coat on kid you don't want to freeze.]

Hey. Awake now?

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

What's going on here?

[emp3thy]

That can wait 'til you're inside.

[he's still pushing the clothes on Luke. Put them on while he decides what building they're heading to.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

[fine, fine, putting on the jacket and scarf. It's not like he wants to stay shirtless out here. It's freezing! The wings are too numb for him to feel the ache of burying them in the coat and scarf...for a while.]

Inside where? Where is this?

[emp3thy]

It's called Luceti.

[looking around... there's the book, half-buried in the snow. He picks it up and brushes it off. Luke Triton.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

Luceti... How far is it from London? Isn't Professor Layton here?

[emp3thy]

Pretty far, Luke-kun.

[he marks the guide in Luke's journal before handing it back to him. That's for later.] But if your Professor is here, he'll find you soon.

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

Of course he's here! He wouldn't just leave me out in the snow. [with no shirt and no shoes and...this is all very weird okay?]

I don't understand what's going on at all.

[emp3thy]

Then let's make sure you don't freeze before he finds you. [come on, Luke... if you won't stand up he's picking you up. Let's head for the clothes shop.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

[He can't feel his feet! Also Luke isn't that scrawny, that someone built like Minato can just hoist him up. He'll stand but need to hold on to something in order to keep any kind of balance.]

[emp3thy]

[hey, hey, he's strong, okay. But Minato will let him hold onto him to support himself as they start moving.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

[he's a stumbling mess. Good luck, Minato, this is one heck of a puzzle]

S-so cold...

[emp3thy]

[hold on, kid, they'll be inside soon. Then you can find a gentlemanly coat.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

[He's shivering so much now. All he really wants is his sweater and his hat and...maybe his teddy bear.]

[emp3thy]

[into the clothes shop, Luke. It's warm in here. Minato leads Luke right over to the heater, though.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

[Standing in front of this heater and warming his hands like a pro. And shivering.

Something about that feels weird]

Did I...hurt my back? [he twists his head around to try to figure this out]

[emp3thy]

Sort of.

[...don't freak out too much at the wings. Meanwhile, Minato is looking for a coat that seems vaguely Luke's size.]

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

[He'll just sit here and try to warm up his frozen bare feet while looking over his shoulder.]

Sort of ho- [Something moved.

Something moved back there. Getting up right now to find a mirror.]

[emp3thy]

Welcome to Luceti. [it gets less weird, promise.

or maybe not. He's found a serviceable coat, though.] They're sensitive. Try not to damage them.

[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

They're...moving. They're real?

[No sense made.] No, it can't be real, I must be dreaming or...or it's like Folsense...

[emp3thy]

[Folsense...?]

They're real. Everyone here has them.