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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[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?

I do, indeed. I've already managed to assemble a small group, you see.

But you still need a physical base, if I understand correctly.

Exactly. Thus far, we've been able to hold two successful meetings at two separate locations. While we've been able to convene with little difficulty in either of these locations, the opportunity to build something a bit more permanent is growing all the more appealing.

Hm... unfortunately, it seems unlikely that we'll be able to replicate the exact means I used to keep a permanent yet hidden base of operations, but perhaps we could borrow inspiration from it.

Oh? Please, do explain.

My castle. Back home, I had a castle capable of diving beneath and tunneling through the deserts of Figaro - large, featureless deserts. Finding one's bearing was difficult, and made only more difficult when the destination moved.

Doesn't quite seem practical for Mayfield, however. There's too much architecture, it would be noticed if it tried to move anywhere. If we could manage something else equally mobile, though? Barring that, we could take it underground, but you would have to find a location where there are none droned.

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