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questionauthority) wrote2011-04-04 11:31 pm
questionauthority) wrote2011-04-04 11:31 pm
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Riddle 023: When in Drone
[A: Action - Mayfield High School
Well, class, have you been enjoying your sessions with your droned Ethics teacher, Mr. Nigma? Because it looks as though he's in the middle of yet another of his cheerful drone-y lectures.]
You see, kids? Life sure is grand here in Mayfield. Even if you're down or discouraged about schoolwork, or girls, or bullies---at the end of the day, you just have to remember the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have others do unto...
[But he trails off. Blinks. His eyes no longer appear glazed over. He takes in his surroundings, as though waking up from a long, unpleasant dream. The cheery grin on his face fades into a sour scowl. It looks like Edward Nigma is back to normal.]
...what on earth was I just saying?
[B: Later on that day, Edward makes his way back home, sending out a public phone call, filtered from drones.]
Well. Apologies for taking the idea of "getting droned" lightly. It certainly isn't pleasant. Two full weeks---gone, just like that. Two weeks that could be better spent trying to determine a means of escape. But I don't intend to dally any longer with idle distraction. And I, Edward Nigma, don't intend to let this town continue to have its way. Not anymore. We need to take initiative. We need to strike back. Now.
Regrettably, with all the chaos and my little... "sabbatical," I was unable to hold a second meeting as I had originally planned. I trust you were all able to keep yourselves busy in my absence?
[C: Filtered to Poison Ivy]
Pamela? Are you there?
[D: Action - 726 Anderson Lane
Edward's back in his typical colors, pacing around the study in an almost manic state of mind. Do you approach?]
[E: Action - Olney's Tavern
In an incredibly morose turn of events, Edward has found his way over to Olney's Tavern late that night. With all the crap that's happened to him in the past couple of weeks---rejection at the hands of Ema Skye, his droning at the hands of the town, and the fact that this little April Fools' prank has cost him dearly---he could use a drink. Against his better nature, he heads to the counter and raps on it impatiently, flagging down the bartender.]
Malt whiskey. Leave the bottle.
Well, class, have you been enjoying your sessions with your droned Ethics teacher, Mr. Nigma? Because it looks as though he's in the middle of yet another of his cheerful drone-y lectures.]
You see, kids? Life sure is grand here in Mayfield. Even if you're down or discouraged about schoolwork, or girls, or bullies---at the end of the day, you just have to remember the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have others do unto...
[But he trails off. Blinks. His eyes no longer appear glazed over. He takes in his surroundings, as though waking up from a long, unpleasant dream. The cheery grin on his face fades into a sour scowl. It looks like Edward Nigma is back to normal.]
...what on earth was I just saying?
[B: Later on that day, Edward makes his way back home, sending out a public phone call, filtered from drones.]
Well. Apologies for taking the idea of "getting droned" lightly. It certainly isn't pleasant. Two full weeks---gone, just like that. Two weeks that could be better spent trying to determine a means of escape. But I don't intend to dally any longer with idle distraction. And I, Edward Nigma, don't intend to let this town continue to have its way. Not anymore. We need to take initiative. We need to strike back. Now.
Regrettably, with all the chaos and my little... "sabbatical," I was unable to hold a second meeting as I had originally planned. I trust you were all able to keep yourselves busy in my absence?
[C: Filtered to Poison Ivy]
Pamela? Are you there?
[D: Action - 726 Anderson Lane
Edward's back in his typical colors, pacing around the study in an almost manic state of mind. Do you approach?]
[E: Action - Olney's Tavern
In an incredibly morose turn of events, Edward has found his way over to Olney's Tavern late that night. With all the crap that's happened to him in the past couple of weeks---rejection at the hands of Ema Skye, his droning at the hands of the town, and the fact that this little April Fools' prank has cost him dearly---he could use a drink. Against his better nature, he heads to the counter and raps on it impatiently, flagging down the bartender.]
Malt whiskey. Leave the bottle.
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What have you been up to in this past week?
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We did come up with some... interesting strategies at getting back at The Major for betraying us.
Organizing a meeting turned out to be troublesome, but now that you're back it make sit all the more convienient.
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But I figured we could use any and all help we could get, and lets face facts, we've all worked with monstrous characters at one time or the other.
Either way, he has no real knowledge of our activities and he's a wild card against all groups. One we can snuff.
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[Not even the Joker has intimidated Edward as much as the Major.]
Don't be so sure. He's craftier than one might imagine.
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[You have no idea how tempting it is for Edward to make a joke about regaining one's toupee collection.]
What sort of equipment?
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Armed to the teeth and still equipped with some other needed technical armaments.
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[He smirks.]
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They'll let you have almost anything, which furthers my reasoning that this whole affair is some kind of experiment subjecting us as the guinea pigs.