THE NEXT MORNING:puzzlerprinceApril 24 2011, 19:47:01 UTC
[When Edward Nigma awakens, he feels as though he's been hit by a truck. He can hardly remember a thing past dinner last night---had he been drinking? No. No, impossible. He hadn't gone out last night. Question. What on earth had happened?
It doesn't take long before the envelope propped up on his nightstand catches his eye. It's addressed to him. And it's in his handwriting. Perplexed, Edward reaches for it, tearing the envelope open. Within is a note, in his handwriting, which reads:
"Eddie,
No doubt there’s questions running through your mind about what happened last night. Deal with them. Push them aside for the time being. There will be plenty of time for you to answer them later, after all. Your top priority right now should be to focus on the battle ahead. What’s the plan, you might ask? Don’t bother worrying about it, genius---you’ve got it all figured out.
Don’t stray too far, once you’ve finished with classes for the day. You’ll be meeting Schuldig in your classroom at 9 PM sharp. Assuming, of course, he’s smart enough to figure out the clues you’ve left him. Once he gets there, use the key to check the top drawer of your desk for a box. Don’t open it until after he gets there. You’ll see where we’re going with this in due time.
You can do this. You can. Nobody believes in you. Not Susan, not the Major General, not any of your allies… it’s safe to say that Ema still doesn’t believe in you, either. That’s why you’ve got to keep at it. To show them why you deserve their praise. You deserve their respect. You deserve her respect. And… you deserve to respect yourself, for a change.
I’m only going to say this once, Eddie, so you’d better be paying attention.
Don’t question anything. There’s always a chance."
...so, he's figured it out? He's really determined a way to beat Schuldig? Then why can't he remember? Why hasn't---No. No, he tells himself. You said not to question it, so don't question it. There'll be plenty of time to do so later on.
The Riddler slowly rises out of bed, unconsciously placing a hand to the back of his head and rubbing it in thought. He supposes he'd better get ready for breakfast. And school. And his inevitable confrontation with a murderous telepath.
It doesn't take long before the envelope propped up on his nightstand catches his eye. It's addressed to him. And it's in his handwriting. Perplexed, Edward reaches for it, tearing the envelope open. Within is a note, in his handwriting, which reads:
"Eddie,
No doubt there’s questions running through your mind about what happened last night. Deal with them. Push them aside for the time being. There will be plenty of time for you to answer them later, after all. Your top priority right now should be to focus on the battle ahead. What’s the plan, you might ask? Don’t bother worrying about it, genius---you’ve got it all figured out.
Don’t stray too far, once you’ve finished with classes for the day. You’ll be meeting Schuldig in your classroom at 9 PM sharp. Assuming, of course, he’s smart enough to figure out the clues you’ve left him. Once he gets there, use the key to check the top drawer of your desk for a box. Don’t open it until after he gets there. You’ll see where we’re going with this in due time.
You can do this. You can. Nobody believes in you. Not Susan, not the Major General, not any of your allies… it’s safe to say that Ema still doesn’t believe in you, either. That’s why you’ve got to keep at it. To show them why you deserve their praise. You deserve their respect. You deserve her respect. And… you deserve to respect yourself, for a change.
I’m only going to say this once, Eddie, so you’d better be paying attention.
Don’t question anything. There’s always a chance."
...so, he's figured it out? He's really determined a way to beat Schuldig? Then why can't he remember? Why hasn't---No. No, he tells himself. You said not to question it, so don't question it. There'll be plenty of time to do so later on.
The Riddler slowly rises out of bed, unconsciously placing a hand to the back of his head and rubbing it in thought. He supposes he'd better get ready for breakfast. And school. And his inevitable confrontation with a murderous telepath.
It's going to be an interesting day ahead.]
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