Riddle Me This

[highseasmods]

Who: The Contestants!
Where: A certain villa on an undisclosed island
When: May 30th-June 1st
What: Contests and Schmoozing with a chance at a prize or two
Warnings: Your usual
Status: Closed



Contestants will be able to use the Nav (regardless of when they last used it) to port over to the villa early in the morning on the 30th, though the contest won't start until mid-afternoon and carry into the evening until it's cut off for a formal dinner.

On the 31st, the schedule is much the same, mixed with a leisurely morning breakfast. Midafternoon the contest will recommence and that evening there will be a celebratory dinner out near the reflecting pool.

On the 1st, participants will be given another breakfast and will be able to wrap up what they've got going on, but will be shuffled off the island by mid-afternoon.

Contestants are able to have the run of the house and the grounds, but if they persist in trying to go beyond the terracotta walls that surround the estate, they will be disqualified and sent back to their ship.

Comments

Round 3: Grab Bag

[scurveydog]

[answers can come in the form of a person (no PC), place or thing.

This round takes place in the mid-afternoon on the 31st. On an atmospheric note, it's started to drizzle slightly and the air smells of lemon]

[ooc: much as before, I'll add winners as they come]

Anji Mito

[scurveydog]

Up and down, goes on here.
Celebrating year to year.
Starting from, not all thrive.
Winners all who come out alive.

[ridingtheclouds]

Hmm... This is the one I've heard the least about, but more and more as it draws near. Quite a clamor... and with an ability like my own, the Katabami might even stand a chance at victory.

This is Port Chance's Ghost Race, is it not?

[scurveydog]

Y-yes! Though Port Chance would also have been an a-acceptable answer! Are you p-participating? It's supposed to be qu-quite grand this year!

[ridingtheclouds]

If my captain agrees to it. I can almost assure our victory, considering the wind will always be in our favor.

Cynthia

[scurveydog]

On great paths, she makes her way.
Nothing to bar her course they say.
At the great house, she'll make herself known.
Then always, always, back to home.

[anelegantmyth]

I know this was already the answer to Leo's question. But it's the only answer that makes sense to me...this isn't Tartle Island is it?

[scurveydog]

O-oh d-dear. N-no I'm a-afraid n-not. [meshes his fingers around the open umbrella he's holding in front of himself just in case]

[anelegantmyth]

Yeah, thought so...thanks Meep.

Mitsunari Ishida

[scurveydog]

This place here, a strong desire.
Through curse or flood or wind or fire.
Keeping those here forever to stay.
But others, sent out on seas to play.

[curseking]

[Ugh, rain. Pardon him if he sounds crabbier than before.]

Isla Empieza. Are we done?

[scurveydog]

N-no I'm s-sorry. Th-that is i-incorrect.

[curseking]

...

What?! Do not joke with me!

[scurveydog]

I-it is n-no joke, sir. T-true it is n-not an e-easy r-riddle, but Empieza i-is n-not c-c-c-correct.

Nico Robin

[scurveydog]

Not a fairy ring, but worse.
Never a blessing, sometimes a curse.
A mouth and mouths, hungry to feed.
And has been once consumed with greed.

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin ponders, going over the information she's gathered as well as thinking back over things that have happened during her stay.]

The kraken's nest?

[Robin realizes how uncertain she sounds, takes a deep breath, and says with more certainty.]

The one where the shard was found. The first recovered by one of Davy Jones' sailors.

[scurveydog]

Y-yes! M-my w-word, y-you a-are q-quite g-g-ood at th-this!

[he says from another room across the way in a megaphone constructed of paper]

C-c-c-congratulations.

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin takes a deep breath, her hand pressed against her collarbone, then nods with a sly smile.]

Thank you. Would you perhaps answer a riddle of my own?

[scurveydog]

...A-a-alright. [cautious]

[thetruehistorian]

Crowded street corner,
A man brushes your elbow.
What do you do then?

Bepo

[scurveydog]

Twisting eyes with surprising spark.
Able to see in the dark.
What is there may not yet be.
For what it seems you do not see.

[bepobear]

[he's tired. He's done with studying, and he's in general just done. Also, hungry. Careful Meep, he might try to eat you yet.]

[so have a worn out looking bear, a bit slumped as he says...]

The living stone statue of Marble-tear island?

[scurveydog]

Oh m-my... I am s-sorry that's i-incorrect. But you ha-have done w-well!

[bepobear]

[He lets out a tiny growl as his hands clenched together, Damn! Then huffed, let out a LONG sigh and slumped.]

I'm so glad that's over. I don't want to look at another book or map for a while.

[scurveydog]

[gives him a tentative pat]

D-don't f-fret, my friend.