Issue 1 Downtime

Roland's Puzzle Challenge #9: Regan's Geneology
Difficulty: Very hard
Google allowed? Yes

"Color blindness is a thing, and is really quite annoying, from what I've been told. Basically, no one knew about it as a thing until the 1700s or so -- which is about this point in my family tree. We can....thank Ms. Rourke for digging into my background and, oh, I'm EVER so pleased people are digging," he frowned.

"Anyway. It turns out it's sex linked, which is odd. Not quite sure how THAT works. I blame witchcraft. But it's a mutation, like all of you have. So, consider this research into your own mutation -- though I think most of yours is more impressive than not being able to see red.

This is my family tree, like I said, and the three dudes with the red boxes around them? Apparently totally color blind. Couldn't see a thing. Your job, then, is to answer three questions for me.

A) On which chromosome does this particular mutation reside?
B) I've left person "A" as a question mark -- what are the odds of person A being a woman who carries color blindness?
C) What is person B's genotype?

Mars just frowns at the whole thing. Genetics wasn't a subject that they had covered at the circus.

Why can't we ever have classes on tightropes? Or lockpicking?

After a few minutes, Regan holds up a piece of paper. Written in big block letters it says "Slavery".

On the back are the answers:

A) X
B) 0%
C) XcX

Roland frowned. "Did you have something to say, Miss Rourke?"

"Just that I think it's pretty creepy that you sold slaves," Regan says, "Pretty fucked up."

((The answer is WRONG to part B! Barrin made the same mistake, so it might be the wording -- it's the odds person A is carrying the color blindness gene, not that they are color blind themselves))

"And what makes you say that," he said, trying to keep himself calm.

"I've been looking you up," Regan says, "You've had a pretty interesting life."

"I like to think so," he said, evenly.

Haley meanwhile, stared blankly at the sheet of paper, occasionally looking something up on her phone. This whole thing hurt her head.

But she was more concerned that she couldn't shake the image of her history professor, locking eyes with her , and then running her through with a sword. Sometimes she even felt like someone was jabbing her right in the stomach too.

Roland raised an eyebrow at Haley, but said nothing.

Haley managed to meet Roland's gaze and she immediately looked back down in her paper, eyes wide with fear for the briefest moment.

He walked back to his desk and wrote something down.

"Miss Rourke, times were different."

"Yeah, that's a popular excuse isn't it?"

"I'm not excusing anything."

"Are those your actual relatives?" Aisha asked

"Yes. Again, you can...thank Miss Rourke for digging into things."

"Just trying to demonstrate a practical use of historical research for the class."

"And what practical application do you have, Miss Rourke," Roland said, leaning forward over his desk, menacingly.

"Annoying you," Regan says.

"Are you sure that's a wise decision?"

"Why? Are you going to whip me if I get out of line?"

"That would be difficult to do, as you are incorporeal."

"That's not really a no," Regan says, making a face, "Gross."

"...gross?" Roland said, lost.

"I might live with Ms. Victoria technically, but that doesn't mean I'm into the whole BDSM thing," Regan says helpfully.

Roland looked around for help.

"I... uhm... I think she's messing with you, Professor." Kay says, though it's not lost on her that Haley and Roland had been hanging around each other a lot when the body-swap happened.

"THAT much I'm aware of, Miss Haddock."

Haley remained enthralled with her work, ignoring the rest of the class.

Or staring at it at least.

All she could really do was try not to think about her history teacher stabbing her. But then that just let Regan's memories come to the surface.