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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 18, 2010 18:24:37 GMT -8
Tamika set about taking the black paintings to the courtyard. All the while she wondered what the purpose of all this was. "I know Atlas said something about this guy being a gamesmith but this is just ridiculous. Does he make all his guests do this to see him? And who the hell has time to set all this crap up? Is he going to force us to answer riddles next? WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT?!?!?"
Still iritated, she began to place the black paintings on the chessboard in the formation they would have at the beginning of a game. "This Stewart guy better be a fucking gold mine of information."
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Post by Atlas on Dec 18, 2010 18:30:22 GMT -8
Atlas arranged the paintings that he had into the position they would be in at the start of the game. This seems more like a chess game where a bunch of kids use the remaining pieces as action figures and lost them rather than a complete game." he thought. "Then again, with all of these puzzles, this Mister Stewart might just be a really big kid..."
he waited for some kind of indication that he was on the right track.
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Post by Mister Stewart on Dec 18, 2010 19:11:35 GMT -8
As Atlas began to settle the paintings upon the platforms, he would notice that they began to sink downward...like they were giant switches.
Otherwise, nothing happened.
Elsewhere in the mansion, Harry was just about in tears, doubled over in front of his little console with his shoulders shaking.
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Post by Atlas on Dec 18, 2010 19:22:27 GMT -8
He tried setting all of the pieces down, but other than the pieces sinking down with the platform nothing really happened. "Hmm, I didn't think so. If we really were to set this up that way, there would be 32 paintings." he thought. He visualized the puzzle again. A couple words kept running through his mind.
The missing
The missing
The missing
he went back towards the paintings. There were five paintings on each side, but six kinds of chess pieces...
Then it hit him. If there were five paintings, one piece wasn't represented on each side. He glanced at all of the paintings for a few minutes before figuring out which one.
White was missing a bishop and black was missing a knight.
"Hey Tamika, I don't think we have this right. I think we might only need two paintings. If my hunch is correct, you grab the one of the bishop and I'll grab the one of the knight." He then tried to figure out what to do with them...
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 18, 2010 19:30:30 GMT -8
"Fuck you Mr. Stewart. Your puzzle sucks." Lifting the painting of the bishop off the chessboard she headed over to Atlas. "Okay, what's your hunch?"
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Post by Atlas on Dec 18, 2010 19:34:27 GMT -8
"My hunch is that part of the puzzles says something about the missing. There is no white bishop, nor a black knight. I believe that we take these exclusive pieces and face them together somewhere on the platform." he said. He looked over to the oversized chessboard. "But where...."
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 18, 2010 19:42:25 GMT -8
"Maybe we need to stand in the missing bishop and knight positions?" Tamika shrugged. She was stumped. "Let's get this crap over with." "You go stand in the bishop position and I'll take the knight's." Tamika moved to the black knight's spot and looked around for a camera. "If I spot one, I'm smashing it."
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Post by Atlas on Dec 18, 2010 19:44:31 GMT -8
Atlas moved over to the White bishop's spot along with Tamika on her spot. "Let's see if this worked."
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Post by Mister Stewart on Dec 18, 2010 19:47:18 GMT -8
As the switches were depressed, the statues' eyes began to glow green - an unlatching sound came from the door atop the staircase.
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Post by Atlas on Dec 18, 2010 19:55:02 GMT -8
The green lights and unlatching sound showed Atlas and Tamika that there hunch was correct. "Yes, so that was the solution." he thought. He turned to Tamika.
"Well, that wasn't so bad. No death traps, no secret agents with high powered screaming death ammunition, just a really weird puzzle." he said to her. He started going on the staircase. "Well then, shall we meet the architect of this puzzle." he said to her as he opened the door.
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 18, 2010 19:57:47 GMT -8
"Well something finally worked." She followed Atlas through the door. "There better be no more damn puzzles."
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Post by Mister Stewart on Dec 18, 2010 20:29:40 GMT -8
As they walked through the door, they would find themselves walking into another short hallway...which led out into a dining room with a large number of tables. The area was huge and well-lit, everything in the room fine and cleanly kempt (though there were still no servants?). Seated at a table over in the corner was a bizarre looking older fellow - well-dressed, seated in a, ornate wheelchair...and sporting a skull-shaped gas mask. As they entered, he turned to face them, gesturing his hand in greeting. The table had settings for three people, set away from the table from himself...Tamika, Atlas, and....
Uh-oh.
In walked Michael, his expression eerily blank as he carried a serving tray towards the table with covers on the plates. The tray rattled as he moved - he was shaking a bit. Pointedly, he looked at no one in the room, jaw clenched tight enough that the muscles at his temples were twitching.
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Post by Atlas on Dec 18, 2010 20:51:00 GMT -8
Atlas did not know what to expect when he met Mr. Stewart, though what we saw was quite surprising. He was an older man, well dressed. Even his wheelchair screamed luxury. However, what stood out the most was the gas mask. "Is this guy expecting a chemical war or something?" he wondered. He straightened his tie and then approached the man.
"Hello, Mr. Stewart. So we finally meet. Interesting puzzle by the way." he said to the man as he opted to take a seat.
He saw Michael walk in, carrying a tray. He noted that the man was shaking as well. "I hope what Tamika said does not affect my chances of finding something useful."
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 18, 2010 21:02:03 GMT -8
Tamika was relieved to see that there were no more puzzles. "THANK GOD!!!" Though Mr. Stewart's appearance did nothing to assure her of his sanity. "So he wears a gas mask? Oookaaay. Maybe my guess about a gas attack was right and he is severely paranoid. Hopefully." She decided to let Atlas do the talking during breakfast, seeing that she had already wrecked this morning enough by talking. Following Atlas to the table, she thought everything maybe could go ok.
Then he showed up.
'DAMNIT! DON'T YOU HAVE ANYONE ELSE?!? FUCK YOU!!!" Turning to Atlas, she almost asked him if he would mind if she just left. "No Tamika. He won't kill you. His boss is in front of him. He can't kill you if his boss is watching." Tamika took a seat as far from Micheal as possible and proceeded to try and be invisible. "Oh God, please let me leave this mansion in one piece."
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Post by Mister Stewart on Dec 18, 2010 21:17:27 GMT -8
Mister Stewart nodded in response, shoulders giving a brief shake as he tried to keep himself from laughing. For now, he still said nothing, apparently waiting for something.
As the two took their seats, Michael went about in silence, setting out the trays for the table. He placed his own plate at his setting beside Mister Stewart, not bothering to open the lid just yet (it wouldn't do for him to deal with his own first, after all, there were guests at the table). He settled Atlas's plate down first, lifting the lid to reveal some cheese blintzes - they were nicely cooked, neatly presented with some strawberries chopped up and scattered on top, and served with a cup of coffee and...a cup of hot...water...on the side.
He uncovered Tamika's - and it was the same thing, only without the strawberries. He then, without looking up, took a smaller plate from his tray, a couple of strawberries, and a rather overlarge knife. Saying nothing at all, he chopped the berries up with somewhat alarming speed, scooped them onto the side of the knife, and then walked right up to her, knife rather close to her face as he shoved the berries onto her plate.
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