Twelfth Report; Father's Day

[abstruse]

((Audio;))
Father's day! Ah, a lovely day, I will say; remembering the male who, hopefully, raised us all with love and care. No, I'm not about to ask all of you about your fathers--I'm not really the intrusive sort, though...! I do have a sort of puzzle for all of you. It's one that I would love to tell my own father.


PUZZLE 011: Two masked men

The puzzle works like this. I'm going to tell you a scenario, and using yes or no questions you must deduce exactly what is happening in this situation. I can only answer yes or no--or other variants of those two answers--so make sure to ask the right questions! No limit to how many you ask, of course... Here's your scenario:

A man leaves home and, after making three left turns, he ends up back at home, and finds two masked men waiting for him.

So, can you deduce what's happening here?

((ooc; wow i forgot to add that this is audio. Okay whatever i just like my htmls.))

Comments

[abstruse]

Not really. I woke up, greeted my apartment, pondered for a bit, and remembered this puzzle. Hardly celebratory.

[fierybluebird]

Ah well... I suppose it's moot without people here to share it with.

[abstruse]

It would be strange and brash to make others celebrate your father on Fathers' Day, when likely? They've all fathers to attend themselves.

[fierybluebird]

Hah. I was thinking of my brothers, but aye. Unless we all celebrated our fathers together or something.

[abstruse]

It's a bit late now. Perhaps next time we can make it rain confetti for a day. ((He says it so seriously at first, but after a second, sort of chuckles like it was the funniest damn thing ever.))

[fierybluebird]

Hell, if the "scientists" get it into their head that might be fun, they just might.

[Oh Clive, if you only knew how ridiculous the rain gets in the New World where Marco's from...]

[abstruse]

Don't let me forget then. I have a way with words.

[fierybluebird]

[Grins~]

Somehow I'm looking forward to this already. That'd be a much better change of pace to the weather than all the fog or storms.

[abstruse]

No kidding; though, I wouldn't mine the streets running with champagne again.

[fierybluebird]

Who would, eh?