No. 00X - The Fourth Wall

[reminded]

[There sure is a lot of excitement this morning. After getting a vague grip on the situation by talking to some of the wingless newcomers, Layton decides to take a stroll around the village, trunk in hand, and observe. Something very unusual is happening, and there's no point in missing it by staying indoors.

Occasionally, he takes a seat on a bench or at a table and scribbles notes into his journal. Or puzzles into his puzzle index. Because no matter how much hubbub there is, you can never stop the puzzles.]

Comments

[thebluepawn]

[Hopefully the professor doesn't mind that his puzzling is going to get interrupted by a spikey man who has no idea where he is. The professor looks nice enough! He's probably not going to bite his head off is he just waltzes on over to ask questions!!]

(Right?)

Um, excuse me, can you tell me where this is?

boo

[hisreturn]

[No, Layton, never stop puzzling! Anyway, a certain friend of yours (who is an adult and post-Miracle Mask) is just strolling through the village. He's pretty fascinated with it, though, despite being randomly dropped in it. Guess who recognized your top hat?] Hershel? Hershel, is that you?

[brushworkmother]

[suddenly there is a nose resting on the other side of the table and two curious eyes above it

what is this what are you writing]

[clairifying]

[Visibility is good today— Layton will be able to see the reflections off the windows of nearby shops today. Most of the time, it's just people wandering around, heading into the shops ("What?" tends to be the catchphrase of the day), the usual.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he might catch sight of Familiar Faces from the other side of the window...]

r u read y

[doggtier]

[Here's Dave taking a seat next to Layton on the bench, mumbling under his breath.]

--world openin' up with a crack
of awe and horror, yo Jesus is back!
says the j-crew throwin' themselves at his feet
after waitin' God knows how long to meet
so Jesus stoops down to greet
them, offering benevolence like a motherfuckin' treat
and, only it's not Jesus and this ain't no Heaven
when we're not all treated equal
not everyone gets savin'
see, we are all
led here
dead here
fed on holy water and bread here--

Meh, too dumb maybe. God damnit, what's next?

[descrier]

[ Not recognizing him by face, Marita takes her own seat at the table not that far from him. The hustle and bustle reminds her of what she has been told how the 'abductions' were performed, but this time to an even more full effect. Wingless and winged, she's not sure what the connection holds.

Not far from her, she notices the observer with wings — scribbling important notes down. ]

Have you figured out any sort of connection?

since you remember him...! /)_(\

[nitrogenius]

[oh hey Layton have a half-metal, ragged-looking rabbity-thing. He's walking to the bakery, not really caring about the wind, but he stops when he spots Layton. Writing something outside in this weather? What a strange guy. Very dedicated to his puzzles.]

You there. What are you doing?

((ooc: ahaha probably not going to app him again, but I do want to see if I can do better this time.))

[trainwrecking]

[ In the midst of this insanity, the puzzling professor looks like an adult who might know what's going on? Pardon the interruption, but this freezing redhead approaches. Unfortunately, he is still in Luceti's default cotton pants. ]

Ah― E-excuse me...