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hisapprentice) wrote2014-09-23 04:57 am
hisapprentice) wrote2014-09-23 04:57 am
[Puzzle 018]
[For house 48]
[A typical day in this house begins with Luke up and about, making breakfast and tea. Whether Firo shows up to have any is up to him. School's back in session and he needs an earlier start, that's all. This morning is no different, Luke pulls on his sweater while walking into the kitchen, headed for the refrigerator. It's when he pulls open the door that everything gets weird - starting with the whole room losing its household vibe and becoming much more...archaeological.]
[Action]
[Incredulous adventures aside, Luke finds it difficult to adjust to the busier lifestyle that comes with school starting and warmer weather ending. It gets darker, colder, Luke grows lonelier. He's out and about in the autumn sun, off to his usual stop at the bakery (okay, okay, one of his three or four usual stops) when a brownish figure passes him going in the opposite direction.
Luke stops. Spinning left, he sees the figure retreating down the path the way he came, and though all logic tells him it can't be real, he takes off running after it.]
Professor! [Because there is no one else. It must be him.] Professor, wait! Just- hold on a minute, please!
[Luke did not realize a vision from the past could hurt so much. When Layton's back and top hat fade into a false mist and then nothingness, Luke has run himself all the way back across the village, nearer to the rec center. Out of breath and out of spirit, he sits down on a bench to stare at the dirt.
Today is awful.]
[A typical day in this house begins with Luke up and about, making breakfast and tea. Whether Firo shows up to have any is up to him. School's back in session and he needs an earlier start, that's all. This morning is no different, Luke pulls on his sweater while walking into the kitchen, headed for the refrigerator. It's when he pulls open the door that everything gets weird - starting with the whole room losing its household vibe and becoming much more...archaeological.]
[Action]
[Incredulous adventures aside, Luke finds it difficult to adjust to the busier lifestyle that comes with school starting and warmer weather ending. It gets darker, colder, Luke grows lonelier. He's out and about in the autumn sun, off to his usual stop at the bakery (okay, okay, one of his three or four usual stops) when a brownish figure passes him going in the opposite direction.
Luke stops. Spinning left, he sees the figure retreating down the path the way he came, and though all logic tells him it can't be real, he takes off running after it.]
Professor! [Because there is no one else. It must be him.] Professor, wait! Just- hold on a minute, please!
[Luke did not realize a vision from the past could hurt so much. When Layton's back and top hat fade into a false mist and then nothingness, Luke has run himself all the way back across the village, nearer to the rec center. Out of breath and out of spirit, he sits down on a bench to stare at the dirt.
Today is awful.]
[House 48 Action!]
[Luke is facing a lurching, rustling mummy thing and Firo has a maze? What gives?]
Well you'll have to get to the other side of it then! Or maybe to the center. You've got the torch still, haven't you?
[House 48 Action!]
[He sounds very distressed by this complication. What he wouldn't give for a shambling mummy right now.]
How do you even do these things anyway?!
[He's taking the first steps, just charging in without even thinking about a specific direction.]
[House 48 Action!]
He thinks about helping him solve the puzzle. Whatever happens to Luke himself is something he can worry about later.]
Keep your right hand against the outside wall and just follow it, even if it takes you into some dead ends.
[Of course, that only works if you're looking for the maze's exit, not its center. Luke just has to hope they have some luck.]
[House 48 Action!]
[The skepticism in his voice hints that he thinks that sounds far too easy to actually work. But he's sure as hell not going to solve this thing on his own, so he tentatively nods.]
Uh, all right. You, uh, you can handle that thing over there? Try takin' out its knees first, then go for the throat!
[He has to pay back the advice in kind, right?]