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

[waytoopatient]

Well, I think!

...Mm, I actually didn't know it was father's day until you told me.

[She supposes it's a little different, for Japan. To be fair, this is the last place she'd want to celebrate it, but...]

[abstruse]

Really now..?

[waytoopatient]

...Yeah. I really should pay more attention.

[To be fair, it would help if her father was actually there.]

It probably isn't as widely celebrated back at home as it is where you're from, either. Was it very popular...?

[abstruse]

One could say so. I feel like as one grows older it's less celebrated.

[waytoopatient]

That makes sense.

And I'm...sorry. You must miss him.

[...Ran is lucky to have her father, she realizes. Maybe not here on Fortuna, but back home.

In his line of work, she always worries about what may happen.]

[abstruse]

Hmm. Part of growing up is becoming less attached to that sort of thing. It's like a regular scrape on the knee, you know.

1/2

[waytoopatient]

...Yeah.

[A scrape on the knee. If only it were that easy, huh?

That must be how Shinichi views his cases. The victims, the facts...she's always wondered how can he be so objective about things. Especially when emotions are so high.]

[waytoopatient]

[She is silent, allowing it to sink in for a moment. Distracted by thoughts of her own father, but then--

She'll simply change the subject, not wanting to dwell, or keep him longer than necessary.]

Well, maybe he's watching over you, wherever he is. Thinking over this puzzle...

[There's a bit of a chuckle to lighten the mood]

I'll be sure to call you back if I think of a solution.

[abstruse]

Hmm.

Ah, that sounds fine. Take your time, and ask all the questions you need.

[waytoopatient]

I'll try my best. Thanks, Clive.

[It would certainly give her something to think about for the day. At least, for a little while.

...And on that positive note-- after the obligatory goodbyes-- she'll end the call there.]