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questionauthority) wrote2011-03-10 02:57 pm
questionauthority) wrote2011-03-10 02:57 pm
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Riddle 021: Angel Aftermath
[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.]
[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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[He pauses. Remembers who he's talking to.]
The house doesn't look too badly damaged. So then, you were able to keep things under control?
[That's about as close as he'll get to expressing concern.]
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Well, then? What was the fabled Westport like?
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It was... eerie. Very quiet. Very desolate. City Hall had been all but demolished. As had the police station. There were barricades. Empty cars. Broken glass lining the streets. The houses were either burnt or riddled with bullets. And the school...
[Let's not talk about the school.]
I half-expected to be ambushed at any given moment yet... nothing ever came.
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[As much as he loves to toot his own horn, he's actually amazed that he didn't die of starvation or thirst. He's stronger than he thought.]
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[He rises, getting himself a tall glass of water. He goes through it fairly quickly, too.]
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What's important right now is that I'm given ample time to recover. From there, I'll be able to find the answers I'm looking for.
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We're hopelessly behind on groceries already. I'll go shopping this afternoon, but you'll have to make do with what's in the cooler for now.
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Pick up those chocolates that I like, if you could?
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[Susan will leave Edward to his mass consumption now. But what he fails to realize is that for every one box of chocolate she gets him, she buys two more for herself mwahahaha -- ahem.]
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