The Great Luceti Rock Hunt

[ahappylie]

Who: Everyone here and anyone who wants to play along, even without a rock. o/
What: Rock hunting!
When: March 10th
Where: All over Luceti
Summary: Grumpy pants Smoker needs a pick me up and what better way to do it than trolling him relentlessly. Our lovely volunteers received a painted rock and a note - after that it's up to them.
Rating: G~PG

It didn't take long to find all his "volunteers," but once he had, he gave them their rocks and sent Smoker a message.

Notice anything missing? I have what belongs to you. Come find them and you'll find me.

Stealing what technically belonged to the Marine was a good enough reason for the grumbly man to come out, but it helped that Souji left the thief's name and identity as prize for finding all the appropriate rocks.

He just didn't need to mention he had sent decoys out as well.

[ooc; Post with your character as a top level and Smoker will find them to talk and retrieve the rocks. Go crazy! Make him sing, dance, stand on his head, whatever you feel like as long as players involved are cool with it. ...also no one saw me post to the wrong comm. orz]

Comments

[justicereigns]

Never? Or at least, well over a billion years since none of the numbers up through the trillions use a letter C.

[reminded]

Could there be a number beyond the trillions? I would have an eternity to get there, after all. Time would be no obstacle.

[justicereigns]

[Rubs the bridge between his eyes. A number above trillion? Wait. If it went million, billion, trillion, the next had to be quadrillion and then quintillion? And then sextillion, so septillion... octillion? If it's a real number he's never heard of it, and the idea of breaking down that math makes him want to bang his head through a brick wall. If it's so important this guy should do it himself!]

If octillion is a real number, I don't even know how many zeroes it has. 27 I guess. [Gross. He feels dirty for even figuring that out.] And at ten seconds a number...

[Yeah no, he's rage-quitting here because how many seconds are in a year? Why is he even thinking about this? There has to be way better things he could do with his time than contemplate the hypothetical spiritual future of this man counting ridiculously high numbers!] Oh, just ask a mathematician. [Okay so he wants to ragequit, he's trying to ragequit! But once his brain gets going it doesn't stop that easily.]

3600 seconds an hour, or 360 numbers an hour, 24 hours a day -- Ugh do I look like a calculator? -- Tch... 8640 a day... times 365... [Pauses all this mental number crunching to stare at Layton.] I don't like you. [BACK TO NUMBER HELL.]

Hang on... I need to use my journal or the snow for this.

Seriously do me a favor, lead a better life so you don't go to purgatory, sound good?

[reminded]

[Layton helpfully offers him a pen and notepad from his pocket while trying not to let his smile get wider than would be polite. He is one part entertained and one part warmed by this earnest attempt to solve his puzzle.]

Oh, I hope I've led a good life. But I might just have to try a little harder if I want to avoid... how many years of typing, now?

[justicereigns]

[Twitches, grumbles out loud, and scribbles several illegible numbers across a few pages.]

300 quintillion.

[reminded]

[Spot on.]

Goodness! Then I really am glad I woke up before I hit that C key. Thank you for putting my puzzlement to pasture, my good man. It feels as if a burden has been lifted. Now, what was it you needed again?

[justicereigns]

Rock.

There's a painted rock with justice on it. I need it back.

[He feels like he's been here 300 quintillion years now....]

[reminded]

Ah, of course.

[He pulls the rock from his inner coat pocket and deposits it in Smoker's hand.]

Enjoy.

[justicereigns]

[Blinks a little in surprise. He thought for sure he would have to go fetch it from ridiculous location on top of everything else.]

Thanks.

[reminded]

[He didn't want to leave the rock where someone else might come along and take it. He's a puzzle freak, not irresponsible!! But puzzle maps are a fondness of his. Someday, perhaps. Someday.]

My name is Hershel Layton. The next time I have a dilemma much like those you've solved, might I call on you again for help?

[justicereigns]

Uh. Sure. I'll do my best. [Another haphazard salute.]

But you might want to save the math ones for someone else. [Maps, he can do.]

[reminded]

I thought you performed admirably, but very well. Cheers, my good man.