questionauthority: (Don't let me keep you in the dark)
[Standard Drone Filter in Play]

A question for all of you, Mayfield---and yes, it's most certainly a topical one.

A driver comes to a fork in the road and doesn't know which way to go to reach his destination. There are two men at the fork, one of whom always tells the truth while the other always lies. The driver doesn't know which is which, though. He may ask one of the men only one question to find his way. Which man does he ask, and what is the question?

There are questions you should be asking yourselves, as well, you know. Where did this highway come from, all of a sudden? Where does it truly lead to? And why would our dear friend Officer Grady be so insistent that we stay off the roads? Could this be a way out of Mayfield?

[He chuckles, self-assuredly.]

I'll admit, these questions certainly are fascinating. And I'm sure the answers will be found. Besides---at a fork in the road, who would you be more willing to get answers from? A man who only tells lies? Or a man who always tells the truth?

Someone like Officer Grady? Or someone like Edward Nigma?

I intend to hold a little gathering of the minds this Sunday to try and get to the bottom of all this. The choice to attend is yours, of course. Still---if you'd like to be educated, you know where to find me. Though, again, to those of you who joined me last month, you'd be interested to know that I don't intend to hold another meeting in the same place twice. I have far too much class, after all.
questionauthority: (Recovering)
[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.]

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