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[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Anyone seen James Jesse, our illustrious Trickster, lately? Been trying to raise him on the comm, but no luck.

And for those of you who will weep bitter tears of disappointment at an otherwise entirely boring post, have a riddle:
what's brown and sounds like a bell?

In order to keep it, you must first give it. What is it?

What has a head and a tail, but no body?

The man who built it, doesn't want it for himself. The man who bought it, doesn't need it for himself. The man who needs it, never sees it for himself. What is it?

A family has 7 children, half of whom are boys. How can this be possible?

Crack my spine and gutter me and you will learn nothing of the future, but much of the past. What am I?

How far can a bear walk into the woods?

Where can you find roads without cars, forests without trees, and cities without buildings?

How did John legally marry six women, without divorcing any of them, or any of them dying?

There are four brothers in this world that were all born together. The first runs and never wearies. The second eats and is never full. The third drinks and is always thirsty. The fourth sings a song that is never good.

If I say "Everything I tell you is a lie," am I telling you the truth or am I lying?

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[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Slipped in right before Yuugi, and so this next one is especially for you.

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

How delightfully amusing. Surely your cleverness knows no bounds.

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

I do try to be thoughtful. (The answer was "halfway", by the way. After that the bear's walking out again. Probably not covered in a rash, the lucky fellow.)

NEXT RIDDLE.

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

I've gotten one right; that will suffice for the time being.

Incidentally, what have you done with the clothes from that night? I'd really rather they not spread the plant oils around to anything else--and please, tell me you haven't burned them.

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

No ambition! But you got the one that I made up myself, so obviously it counts double.

Uhm. Sir, we weren't wearing any clothes that night. Dunno what happened to what we wore in. Possibly everything is in a pile in a corner. After, the thought of clothing was unbearable, so we had some towels, and then I made cult robes out of the drapes in the living room. Which are in a different pile in a different corner, that being James and my bedroom.

...I forget why I thought that would be fun, now. They were pretty horrible drapes, though. Made a much better cassock.

[...It's a miracle Remus survived with his sanity intact after a childhood in constant close proximity to this boy.]

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

You did what?

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THOSE DRAPES COST?

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow, look at him go. Sirius couldn't help but grin: SOME things were back to normal again, at least!]

Less than the robes of the leader of an influential cult? It's not like I had a sewing machine, I just used a couple of sticking charms.

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

One moment. The curtains here are intact.

You're pulling my leg, aren't you?

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Well I didn't do it here, did I? We had an entire day off in the cabin for itching and sleeping, respectively, so James hogged the bath, Remus presided over the couch, and I formed the Cult of the Blessed Oatmeal Bath, and was resplendent in the robes of Chief Glob.