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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.
Re: A
[She shrugs a bit]
"I hope you're not offended, but, I don't quite know how discouragement over girls would be an issue for me."
no subject
[Though it's still quite an issue for him. But this is hardly the atmosphere for that kind of talk.]
You said you were analyzing this past event? Mind sharing what you've learned with the rest of the class?
no subject
[She looks up]
"Sometimes people do stupid selfish things because they get overwhelmed. No one is perfect."
"With all that, if you can promise not to over react I will gladly share whatever data I have in private."
no subject
Very well, then. See me after class.
no subject
[She nods and will wait till after class after the lecture is done]