Riddle 021: Angel Aftermath

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[Well, Edward's back from Westport, and he's definitely a little worse for the wear. This hasn't exactly been a very fun couple of days for him. As soon as he gets home, he shrugs off his coat, hangs his hat and his cane on the rack, and makes his way to the phone.]

[Public Call, standard filters in play]

This is Edward Nigma. I'm... back from Westport. I haven't heard too many things about what happened here in my absence, but I can't imagine it was very pleasant. Those of you in my Ethics class will no doubt be relieved to hear that I'm canceling tomorrow's class. Perhaps I might cancel a few classes next week as well, if I'm not fully recovered by then.

Your assignment for this weekend is to write a page or so on... Hmm. "What do you feel is the worst decision you've ever made?" ...that'll work. You can just leave them on my desk at school, if you wish; I'll collect them and grade them over the weekend.

[Private Call, filtered to the Legion of Doom]

I trust you're well, ladies and gentlemen?

...I'll be honest with you. This angel business has caused a major setback in our plans. If possible, I’d like to call another meeting to order at some point within the next two weeks. As an organization... we need to give ourselves more structure.

As for our meeting place? Well, I won’t hesitate to admit that my basement was not a Grade-A rendezvous point for our location. Still... I’d say I’m smart enough to have already found a much better spot. I’m a real class act, after all. Aren’t I?

[Action, for the Death House. Susan, Slugger, Terezi, or anyone else who may have crashed there during the angel takeover, feel free to run into Edward as he does his best to recuperate. He takes a shower and shaves his face, then comes downstairs in warm, clean clothes to make himself a massive lunch.]

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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger's gaze, along with his shoulders, droop subtly in response. He trusts that if there was anything of great importance to be found, Edward would have been the one to find it.

...

Despite that bit of disappointing news, he's still curious.]

Others were there? What was it like?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...haunting. Isolating.

Like I was at the end of the world. And I couldn't figure out how to get back. ...I didn't have the answer.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Those last few words resonate with him; Edward is the sort who hates not having the answer. Or, for that matter, an escape route. Slightly more disappointment sets in at the notion that Edward may have been feeling desperately trapped at some point and in need of Slugger's "services". He pushes that thought aside for now.]

Did it look like Mayfield?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Somewhat. It had been so ravaged that it was hard to tell at first, but... it was still Mayfield.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

So there are two Mayfields...?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

Or perhaps not.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[When worded that way, the only other conclusion that can be drawn is--]

...Mayfield's past? Or future?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

You could very well be right on either count.

[He sighs, way too exhausted to even begin pondering over this riddle.]

I'm going to go clean up. If anyone comes to visit me, don't let them in.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Obscured beneath his cap, Slugger's eyes dart furtively to the side.]

Expecting someone?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Well, he doubts that after all this, Ms. Skye would want to come within thirty feet of him, but---]

Not particularly. But it's been a long couple of days and I'd rather not be disturbed.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Understood.

[He won't let anyone in. However, this does not mean he won't sit idly by if someone with the skills to break into the home should happen to do so. Particularly if that someone is Johan...]