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Post by tresmagnifique on Jan 4, 2009 21:51:07 GMT -5
The response was quick to come, excitement festering to the point that his sunglasses and tophat nearly flew off as he tossed his hands in the air. “When? Well every day is an unbirthday, my bird. You might find me in a place that is my own but not. What surrounds it is not mine, yet I am everywhere within. Bills Grant and Jefferson stand guard.”
A riddle. Michael’s fiendish grin ran from ear to ear, hesitating several long moments for her response to the positively ludicrous riddle. Of course Grant was on the 50 dollar bill, and Jefferson was on the 2. Room 502.
The boy sprang up into a crouch, rocking back and fourth on the balls of his feet. There might have been a brain somewhere in that skull of hers that his two fingers tapped absently on. “And that, my bird, is where you will find me.”
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Jan 5, 2009 6:09:31 GMT -5
A riddle? Ariel loved riddles, but that wasn't to say that she was especially good at them. She had to think about this. The last part was key, that much was obvious. It was even more difficult for her to remember what "bills" referred to in this world, but she was finally able to connect it to the paper currency and it didn't take too long after that to figure out that what he was referring to was a number indicated by the bills. However, since Ariel hadn't exactly been in this world for too long, she couldn't remember which person was on which bill.
She glanced at Michael and chewed her lip. "I know what you're getting at with the riddle, but I'm not sure of the number. I don't know which person's on which bill. But I'd still love to come to the party..." She hoped this didn't disqualify her. A tea party sounded fun. She hadn't had a good cup of tea since... Well, since she was with Eric, before the attack. Tea always calmed her down and helped her think and in this situation, she needed that as much as possible.
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