[ Voice ] How puzzling

[towered]

Two men walk in opposite directions...Ah, no, no that won't do. Perhaps I should do something with numbers? Oh, but...I'm no good with numbers, am I...[ She sighs. She'd been trying to do some puzzles, to take her mind off of things, but...well, it wasn't working. ]

Drat, I've no good ideas at all!

[ There's some shuffling, and a long period of silence until she picks up her communicator, failing to notice she had already turned on accidentally. ]

Hm...well, the last week has been quite strange. Magic powers and all that? Definitely peculiar.  it seems like it would have been interesting, in a way. [ A laugh. ] Though I imagine it did more ill than it did good. I would be lying if I said I was glad I missed out, though...

[ ... ]

Ah, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk about. Actually, I'm having a problem of sorts. You see, I'm trying to come up with a puzzle--as a way to pass the time--but I'm all out of good ideas! It's simply dreadful! So, I was wondering...does anyone know how to find one's inspiration again? Really, I would appreciate the help.




Oh, and....has anyone seen Clive? I haven't seen him around, and it's a bit...well...[ Unnerving. Not that she'd say as much. ]

Comments

[towered]

From who? The last I checked, there weren't many seamstresses about.

[scimitar]

Japan knows how! He ain't a seamstress, though.

[towered]

Ah...I see.


Would he willingly teach someone with no experience, though?

[scimitar]

Don' see why not?

Also, Hungary prolly knows how to sew, too! It'll be shitty Hungarian stitchin', though.

[towered]

Right. Well, I'll have to ask them both, should I feel like picking up sewing.




...You're terribly rude, you know that?

[scimitar]

Whaaaat! How am I rude!

[towered]

It's just your manner! Not only did you demand clothing, but you've just insulted someone.

Really, you should listen to yourself sometime.

[scimitar]

I made a suggestion for yer bordom! An' 's only the truth 'bout Hungary.

Yer the one who jus' called me rude!

[towered]

Truth or not, you could have said something with more tact.

Only because it's an observation! My word.

[scimitar]

Why beat 'round the bush with it? 'Sides, it could serve as a warnin' too!

[towered]

A...warning?

[scimitar]

She'll leave the pins in yer clothes if ya let her.

[speaking from experience here]

[towered]

Wh-what? How horrible! Why would someone ever do something like...like that.

[scimitar]

[bluntly:]

She's a sadist.

[towered]

A wha--[ Digging through her word bank br--- ] Oh.



Oh




...O-Oh my. I see.

[scimitar]

Uh-huh! Also, anythin' she says 'bout me are lies, so don't believe it.

[towered]

...I see. And how do I know you're not just trying to save face?

[scimitar]

Save face!! Ha! Why would I need to do that?

[towered]

Well, if someone were saying bad things about you--and they were actually true--then saving face is something most people would want to do...right?

[scimitar]

But it ain't!

[towered]

Well...then, I suppose I'll have to believe you. Until proven otherwise.