questionauthority | Riddle 029: Where is the Father?

{First, a public phone call, filtered from drones.]

Hello again, Mayfield. I've been noticing plenty of new faces around town as of late. Plenty of people with plenty of questions.

Every question has an answer, friends---I can guarantee you that. And I, Edward Nigma, can help you find all of these answers. And more. Now, I'm sure I can already predict the next question that's on your minds right now. "What's the catch?" Answer: I I'll be needing your help with a little summer project of mine. Here's your first clue as to what it might be.

“I cannot be seen and I weigh nothing,
But when put into a barrel, I make it lighter.”

What am I?

[It's just after finishing up with this little phone call that he gets his first good look at the calendar. Father's Day. Not exactly Edward's favorite day by any means, given his own relationship with his old man. Needless to say, his mood's been a little bit soured.

Throughout the rest of this lovely day, you're likely to run into the Riddler...

A: In the Backyard of 726 Anderson, sketching something out into a notebook.

B: Out for a drive in the Riddler-Mobile, to try and relax.

C: At Jonathan's Tools, loading up plenty of tools and building supplies into the back of his car.

Wherever he goes, he'll likely be sulking. Cheer him up? Help him out? He's all yours, ladies.]

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[Edgar's not one to pass up a good riddle, and so he thinks about it for a bit, before responding.]

A hole seems like the likely answer.

That said, if that's meant to be a clue as to the nature of your project, it's rather vague. What good do you intend to achieve with a hole? I assume there's more to it than that, however.

Far more to it than that, friend. Tell me something. What does one do with holes?

Typically? Dig them, and fill them in again, usually with altered contents than what they first contained.

So what do you intend to fill your newly made hole with?

A base of operations, of course. A place in which we can mount a resistance and strike when they least expect us.

Now you have my attention, Mr. Nigma. And where do you expect to place such a thing so that the drones won't locate it?

Allow me to answer your question with another question, my friend: What is it that every man overlooks?

Hm...

[This one takes a while, but eventually Edgar comes up with a reasonable answer.]

Many men overlook many things, but if I were to hazard a guess as to what every man overlooks? I suppose the answer is as clear as the nose on your face.

Exactly. And where is this base of operations going to be built? Right under their noses.

I already have the perfect location in mind.

I'm interested in learning more, but perhaps we should continue this conversation in a more private setting? Technology is far from infallible, after all.

Perhaps you're right, my friend. And who, might I ask, am I speaking with?

Edgar Figaro. I know a thing or two about building, and a thing or two about resistance operations.

A pleasure, Mr. Figaro.

As for a meeting place... Hmm. Tell me something. What has a mouth but does not speak? Has a bed but never sleeps?

[Not the easiest riddle for someone who lived in a desert his whole life, but he does get it eventually. But it does raise an issue.]

And where might we find a river in this place? I'm afraid I'm relatively new here and not quite familiar with the surroundings.

[A dry chuckle.]

Think harder. Aside from a mouth and a bed, what else does a river have?

[CLICK.

Answer? A bank.]

[Edgar ponders it after the line goes dead. A beginning and an end, sure. A current, a flow. Sides, or rather, banks. Rapids, perha-

Wait. A bank. Wasn't that on one of the signs that he's seen? That makes more sense than anything else at the moment - it is actually a location, after all. It couldn't hurt to check it out.]

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[So not much later, Edgar goes ahead and makes a stop by the bank. Though, considering how many people there are here, and that Edgar honestly has no idea what this guy looks like, there's not any good way of knowing if any of these is Edward. He could always just look for someone else not waiting in line, perhaps?]

[When Edgar arrives, he's likely to run into a man dressed in green, leaning against the wall just outside. In one of his hands rests a golden cane, topped with a hilt shaped like a question-mark. Eddie doesn't know what Edgar looks like either, but he knows what to look for. For not only does a river have mouths, beds, and banks. It also has fish. And someone so unfamiliar with the area? A fish out of water.

Tipping up the brim of his hat with the hilt of his cane, he calls out.]

Mr. Figaro, I presume?

[It doesn't particularly surprise him that he was spotted first - whoever this Edward person is, he's certainly clever. Edgar turns to greet him.]

Which would make you Mr. Nigma, unless I miss my guess.

[But there's no doubting it, what with the cane. It's rather on the obvious side, given the propensity for riddles.]

It would. [He smirks.] Glad that you could make it.

An interesting way to make an invitation, I must admit.

Call it curiosity. I had to see if you were capable of keeping up.

It wasn't exactly easy, though that might have had more to do with living in a desert my entire life. Rivers aren't exactly a common occurrence.

Oh?

[In a more conspiratorial tone.]

From the sound of it, though, it appears as though resistance operations are a common occurrence for you. Let's talk.

[Matching his tone, more or less.]

I've played my part in such in the past. You intend to mount a resistance of sorts in an attempt to free us from this place?

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