#mancannotliveonbreadalone

[mintteaandmemory]

Finally

@mancannotliveonbreadalone

[After all these odd puzzles, strange items, perplexing rooms and many death traps-- Here they were. Here he was. Desmond. Brenda had at first decided to join in on this adventure to see what her own husband had done when he decided to follow through with this trip. But... Desmond wasn’t the Hershel she knew and loved. It was as simple as that. She glanced over at the elevated platforms. Then at Theodore, who reluctantly got on one. At Mr Layton, who simply refused. Her eyes glanced at Lilith for a second, before turning to the figure messing around with the impossible bit of technology. Brenda shouldn’t-- She approached him.]

“...Excuse me.”

[She started, wondering if he was going to ignore her or not.]

“What is this machine? Did you make it...?”

[As she spoke, her courage left her. She wanted to just turn around and run to a platform. But she forced herself to not run away. Not yet, at least.]

[theodorereinel]

A girl is sitting in her hotel room when she hears a knock on the door. She opened the door and found a man standing outside. The man said 'Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was my room.' He then walked down the corridor to the elevator. The girl did not know the man. She closed the door and called security, asking them to apprehend the man. What made her suspicious? He might have been genuinely mistaken.

“...But he... There no reason she would - wait. Wait wait wait. She’s in hotel. And he knocked. And hotels have special doors - Targent has ones like that, doors that use keycards instead of actual keys, because it’s more secure - harder to forge something electronic like that. 

If he’d been telling the truth that he thought it was his room - and, of course, assuming he was there alone - he’d have no reason to knock; as soon as his card didn’t work, he’d realize it wasn’t his room, or he’d go down to the desk - not knock. Knocking on a hotel room door, unless you’re part of the staff, is obviously suspicious - like you’re checking for anyone inside, so you can rummage through and rob them.”

[liliththefirst]

mancannotliveonbreadalone replied to your post: Chances of Mr. Button winning the local lottery in...

Yes, actually. People have trouble with probability puzzles a lot.

Lilith blinks slowly.

“But the probability of him winning does not depend on the people around him. How does that trip people up? Is this why humans are so gullible?”

[theodorereinel]

I assume by now you've heard of the contest, would you care for a pass to attend? You could win eternal life.

“I’ve heard something about eternal life more than the contest itself, but yes-! Dad’d go mad over something like that. I’m definitely interested, sir.”

[mintteaandmemory]

An unexpected encounter

mancannotliveonbreadalone:

‘I am glad you are alright with it, then.’ he smiled softly at her. He was worried she would call the authorities as soon as she had recognized him. “If- if it’s any consolation, you had a very lovely house.”

“You mean... the house in Misthallery?”

[Brenda said, trying to think of ways in which this man could’ve known her. Truth be told, the house in Misthallery was very nice. But the memories that were associated with the place were terrible. So it was odd hearing someone praise the house as a ‘lovely’ place to live. Still, for someone normal and without her problems, it might’ve been a good house. Yes...]

“Thank you. But, I believe I should clarify that I don’t live there anymore. If anything, you should congratulate Mr Triton on that house since he owns it...”

[bxruchthechxsen]

Hello, child. I am selling tickets to a special contest. The prize? A vial of Ambrosia, that will grant whomever drinks it with eternal life.

“-! Yes! That sounds amazing!”