GAMEPLAY
Flutterpage: Wow! So this is what a graveyard looks like at night. It's got that proper graveyard-y feel down pat, that's for sure!
Lamplighter: You scared?
Flutterpage: No, mate!
Flutterpage: Is that true then ... there would be, y'know, zombies about?
Lamplighter: Of course, they're right under your feet! Keep it down, though. They'll all be resting at this time of year.
Flutterpage: Oh, sorry 'bout that. Shhh.
Together, the children navigate the silent field of gravestones, venturing deeper into the graveyard.
Flutterpage: Strange, I haven't spotted any of those lights, but they should be close by, right?
Lamplighter: Didn't the Administrator say fairies like to hide names inside things people hold dear?
Lamplighter: Erm, to tell the truth, I'm not entirely sure what that means, but surely there's someone around here who might know.
Lamplighter: Speak of the devil! There's someone right over there!
Tomb Watcher: sigh
Resting against a gravestone, a large, eerie silhouette heaves a sorrowful sigh.
Flutterpage: 'Scuse me, mister ... but ... Oh, he don't look like the chummiest of chaps now, does he?
Flutterpage: He ain't a zombie that's woken up too early, is he?
Lamplighter: No, that's the Tomb Watcher. He isn't a zombie, just a bit odd.
Lamplighter: Though he's supposed to be already making his rounds at this time of night. What's keeping him?
Flutterpage: But maybe he knows something about me name. No harm in asking, I s'pose.
Flutterpage takes a deep breath, steadying her nerves as she prepares to approach the towering figure.
Flutterpage: 'Scuse me, sir, could I—
Tomb Watcher: S-S-S-Sorry, guv! I'll be off in a tick. Oh!
Flutterpage gawks at the tomb watcher as he topples down from the gravestone, seeming more frightened than she is at their meeting.
Tomb Watcher: Wait, who are you?
Flutterpage: Sorry if I gave you a fright. We're looking for somethin' and was wonderin' if you might be able to lend a hand?
Flutterpage: This thing I'm lookin' for, it looks a bit like a firefly, but it's actually, uh, my name.
As the words leave her mouth, Flutterpage realizes just how absurd this all sounds.
As expected, the hulking figure pulls himself upright, glaring at Flutterpage with suspicion as his menacing face edges closer.
Tomb Watcher: Harken, little one! I don't know what this is all about, but if someone put you up to takin' the mickey outta me ...
Tomb Watcher: I'll ...
Flutterpage: Ahhh. Y-You'll what?
Tomb Watcher: I'll ... I'll ...
Tomb Watcher: If you say so, I'll nothin' ... I'm just a big ol' nobody, ain't I?
Flutterpage: Uhm.
The tomb watcher slumps back against the gravestone with a long sigh, utterly defeated.
Flutterpage: Why would ya say somethin' like that?
Tomb Watcher: Word is the Bananach's back, so we set up a patrol. Everyone else's out making their rounds as we speak.
Tomb Watcher: But I can't help thinkin', what if I actually come face-to-face with the Bananach?
Tomb Watcher: I was shakin' in me boots, just thinkin' about it! That's why I ... I snuck out of my part of the graveyard.
Tomb Watcher: I know I can't keep hidin', can I? I've gotta get back, yeah, back to me post!
The tomb watcher wobbles to his feet, every step a battle against his trembling knees.
Flutterpage: No. I don't get it. You're heading off back there? Didn't you just say you were scared?
Tomb Watcher: I am scared! But, but that don't mean I can just scarper. I gotta face it. I ain't no coward!
Flutterpage: Hmm?
Flutterpage: Why not? Why can't you just leave?
Tomb Watcher: What do ya mean?
Flutterpage's tone is genuinely confused, prompting the tomb watcher and Lamplighter to exchange surprised glances.
Flutterpage: I'm thinking ... If you're that scared, why don't you get someone to cover for you?
Flutterpage: But I dunno what else you lot get up to 'round here. I reckon there must be plenty to do besides wanderin' about.
Flutterpage: What about sortin' out meals for everyone, fixin' their clothes, or even wakin' them up in the mornin'? That way, you'd still be pullin' your weight, wouldn't ya?
Tomb Watcher: I ... I can't do that! That's the kinda thing only a coward would do! They'd be out there patrollin', while I'd be stuck doing some fiddly little busywork? That ... well, that ...
Flutterpage: What's it matter, though?
Tomb Watcher: That'd make me look strange! My friends will make fun of me.
Flutterpage: ...
Flutterpage: I don't think so, no.
Flutterpage: I think ... they really ain't much good as friends at all. Real mates wouldn't treat ya like that.
Tomb Watcher: ...
The tomb watcher falls into silence for a while, emitting a mixture of confusion and helplessness from behind his mask.
Until at last, his shoulders slump gently.
Tomb Watcher: Maybe ... Maybe you're right.
Tomb Watcher: I shouldn't care what those lot think of me, should I?
He lingers there, unmoving, head drooped on the spot, and then, with unexpected resolve, takes a deep breath.
Tomb Watcher: Dash it all! I ain't goin'! Coward or not, who cares?
Tomb Watcher: Ta for that, love! Haha! I don't think I've ever felt this good in me life!
Tomb Watcher: Now, I don't 'ave a clue about this thingamajig you're lookin' for, but ...
Tomb Watcher: You're welcome to 'ave this, if you want it.
Flutterpage: A present? Oh, that's brilliant—Hold on, you made this yourself, didn't ya?
She eyes the necklace made with feathers and pebbles, tied with a common bowknot.
Tomb Watcher: Yeah, I did. Truth is, I've always been fond of makin' stuff like this, but everyone reckons it's for softies.
Flutterpage: Don't be daft! It's well impressive, it is!
Flutterpage takes the necklace and holds it against her neck, tilting her head as she visualizes wearing it.
Flutterpage: Watcha think? Reckon it suits me?
Tomb Watcher: Smashin'! Proper smashing love! Cheers for everythin', and I mean it.
Flutterpage: Why? What're you thankin' me for? You're the one who gave me a gift. It's me who should be thankin' you.
Flutterpage: Thank you!
With a small smile that sneaks through from behind his monstrous mask, the tomb watcher departs with a wave as he vanishes into the shadows.
Lamplighter: You know, I reckon not many people would've thought like you just did.
Flutterpage: What're you gettin' at?
Lamplighter: Most people would try to push him into being brave, don't you think?
Flutterpage: Why? Why should he have to be brave if that ain't what he wants to be?
Lamplighter: Because ... well, never mind.
Lamplighter: You know, I've got to say I've taken a liking to you.
Flutterpage: Thank you. Cheers, mate!
Flutterpage: But it feels like I'm forgettin' somethin' important.
Lamplighter: That's right, you certainly have.
Flutterpage: Oh yeah, my name! That's why we came here!
Flutterpage: But where could it be? Eh?
The tomb watcher's necklace begins to warm in her hand, and the fireflies fly out to dance around Flutterpage once more.
Flutterpage: This is ...
Lamplighter: Another bit of your name! Did they come out from that necklace?
Lamplighter: Of course! Ms. Administrator did warn us that fairies liked hiding names in things people cherish. Looks like she was right once again!
Flutterpage: Wow! Doesn't matter if it ain't my first time seeing this, it's still bleeding amazin'.
Flutterpage: Good news, anyway! I've snagged me my second letter, haven't I?
Flutterpage: So, it leaves us with five more to find. Urgh.
Flutterpage: Why'd there have to be so many letters in my name? If it was somethin' simple like "Me," we'd be done an' dusted by now!
Lamplighter: Haha! Now that's a thought! Still, I've got a feeling we'd somehow find ourselves in a twist anyway.
Lamplighter: Let's pick up the pace. Remember, we've only got until dawn to put your name back together.