Riddle 015: Even More Puzzling...

[questionauthority]

[First, a public call, filtered from drones/Grady/Mayor/Postman/etc.]

Riddle me this. When you have it, you'll want to share it, but if you share it, you'll no longer have it.

It's a secret, ladies and gentlemen, and it seems as though the Mailman's incapable of keeping one. I know others have said it before, but come now. Surely we're all smart enough not to victimize one another. Many have their reasons for wanting to return home, but I'm sure others have their reasons for wanting to stay here as well. Strange as that may be.

...though that is rather curious. Why would one decide to stay in a place like Mayfield?

[Then, a private call, filtered to Officer Grady.]

This is Edward Nigma. Are you in, Boss?

[Then, an action, for his housemates and whoever else happens to visit. It looks like Edward's been fortunate enough to get back one of his old outfits in the mail, along with his good ol' cane. Believe it or not, it's actually surprisingly comfy and warm. Almost like long-johns. Feel free to walk in on him and comment on his god-awful fashion sense.]

Comments

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

You look like a booger.

[Not an insult. Just... factual commentary.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Through gritted teeth.]

...thank you, Slugger.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A grin. Anytime~]

What happened to the car?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. It must have been only a temporary gift, because some of the other items I received on Christmas have disappeared as well.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Mildly disappointed at that; Slugger was kind of hoping to take that thing for a drive when you weren't looking. Or try to.

He rests a gold, heavily warped baseball bat across his shoulders and casts his gaze... elsewhere.]

Like what?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

My belt, for starters. In addition to a credit card that belonged to my arch-nemesis.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Bat credit card? This warrants a look of confusion.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...don't ask.

[He's caught a glimpse of your new weapon, though, Slugger. Looks pretty impressive.]

Did you receive that in the mail, too?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

This?

[Why, yes, he did. An eerily sinister darkness seems to settle over his face.]

It's just a bat.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[And he's thinking about how much it would hurt to get smacked by one of those, should he piss Slugger off anytime in the future.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Grinning a bit ominously, he'll just be getting along now to let you... do whatever it is you do in that costume.]