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New Gotham, Wednesday

Sooo, the Policeman's Ball was a real hit. If you like being hit. Twenty hostages missing, including five recent graduates of Fandom High. Various henchpersons were captured, but apparently they don't know where the kidnappees are being held.

The police want to assure the public that every effort is being made to find the victims. The press is blaming Edward Nygma, AKA "The Riddler", who has issued a statement demanding $50 million for the return of the hostages alive and unharmed.

He'd also like some new spats. For they are groovy.

[ocd ~~on the way~~ up!!]

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For those in the know, working on a Plan.

For those kidnapped, currently with itchy noses. Possibly watery eyes. Maybe a case of bedhead.

The henchpeople are throwing fruit roll-ups at you and bottles of water, and allowing occasional bathroom trips.

"My dear guests!" The Riddler arrived around mid-morning, twirling his question-mark trademark umbrella and looking incredibly pleased with himself. "How are things faring with you this bright crisp morning? Any requests? How about a game of questions?"

He grinned. "Maybe if you win, I'll let you go!" A pause. "Well, most likely not. But you never know!"

DUN DUN DUNNNN!

[request a henchperson, mod your own, or sneak away]

Alfred has tea. And cookies. And real food, back at Wayne Manor.

Having *so* much fun with this, guys. I'll be back around 7pmEST, might pick up a ping or two in the early early morning, and feel free to have fun, sneak out, attack a henchperson before I get back!

Having to go back to Fandom for her classes had been frustrating in the extreme, but Barbara had been insistent. Nothing was going to be done until later, which meant that Karla had plenty of time to head to her classes.

Luckily, there were no Portolocity mishaps, which meant Karla was back as soon as the Magic Reserves ended. "Anything new?" she asked, as soon as she stepped into the room.

Edited 2010-06-02 18:12 (UTC)

Priestly had managed to work his mouth free of the gag at some point in the night -- though not to scratch his nose, alas.

"I have a question," he said. "Can I really get a bunch of free money from the government? Or are your infomercials full of crap?"

So this wasn't the worst situation that Liz had ever been in, but it was close to being one of the worst.

She sighed, she still wasn't going to be telling Hellboy about this.

"I hate that guy!" The Riddler pointed at Priestly, umbrella spinning crazily. "And of course you can! You just have to head a major corporation! Or, of course, kidnap various members of the public!"

Thwack!

"IF YOU HIT ME WITH A FRUIT ROLL-UP ONE MORE TIME YOU WILL BE SORRY!" Momoko winced, instantly regretting her yelling. "Ow ow ow. Stupid headache." The adrenaline from last night had worn off and the lack of sleep, combined with the odd lighting in the lair had her head hurting. Well, all that and the knock-out blow to her skull from Mr Red Tie that had gotten her here.

Momoko sat still for a moment, trying to calm her head, then slowly began to work at her ropes again. She'd managed to free herself twice during the night, but had been caught each time before she'd gotten to do much of anything. She'd put up enough of a fight that they'd given up trying to re-gag her, though.

"Stupid purple and green suits and ugly hats and bad decor and what kind of evil logo is a question mark?! That's like saying maybe you're a villain, maybe not. Which is it? Now an exclamation mark..."

Thwack!

Edited 2010-06-03 00:06 (UTC)

"You hired a bunch of henchmen," Priestly pointed out. "I wouldn't exactly call that 'free'."

"With the last of my credit from the Visa bills I have to pay off!" Riddler spread his arms expansively. "This is my all-or-nothing gamble! And the boys believe in me, right boys?"

Right, boss, the ones around the edges of the room called back.

Okay! Stalling until there was some hint of a way out or rescue? Momoko could totally do that. She raised her hand.

Yes, her hand was freed. Again. The henchmen would probably notice that in a moment or two.

"My turn?! Was it being evil that made you really think that a green bowler hat was the way to go? I mean, it totally makes your head look HUGE. Maybe you should think about a fedora. But not green. I mean, green's okay in moderation, but this is totally overkill. And what kind of breakfast is fruit roll-ups and water? Did you even consider toast? Even I have my limits when it comes to snacks, you know."

"So your credit's for shit now. And you still have to pay those off. So it's still not free money."

"She's adorable!" The Riddler laughed hysterically. "And yes, that's the point. MY HEAD IS GINORMOUS. AS ARE MY BRAINS."

Let's not mention the ego here.

"And it's the breakfast of hostages! So you'll have something to tell your therapists about after this experience! Aren't you grateful for something to complain about? I know I would be!"

"My credit was shot anyway. I just spent the last ten years in an insane asylum," the Riddler responded, still cheerful. "And it's free money when I show up the Gotham P.D. for the incompetents they are, and get an extra movie deal out of this under another name!"

He pointed around at the hostages. "So don't get any ideas! I wrote my script first!"

"You do realize that you're gonna get your ass kicked, right? I mean, this plan'll never work."

"I have a zillion henchmen, a secret lair, a cunning plan, and twenty hostages! What do they have? A deadline!" The Riddler hooted with glee. "What's the terror that chirps in the night? The eyes that watch you from the shadows? The big shadowy cloak that drops on your head like a ton of bricks?"

"The slew of kick-ass girls who are gonna come and mess your shit up?"

Adorable?! Oooh. Wait until she got her compact...

"And how was I supposed to drink the water when I was all tied up? Plus you ran out of strawberry roll-ups and if it's the only thing you're going to offer, you should totally have enough for everyone. It's called courtesy."

"We've narrowed down the location where the Riddler has taken the hostages," Barbara said, her voice taut as she worked with the Delphi Circuit. "From the clues he left in mathematical and Latin notation, it's Amusement Mile. 5, 2, 8, 0, and the phrase ab origine ad absurdum." She rubbed her eyes behind her glasses. "But it's still a long stretch of coastline to find an entrance to wherever they're being held."

"What? No! You are terrible at this game," The Riddler told him. "Batman!... and no one's seen the guy for almost a decade. Ahh, I miss him. But it does make getting away with this earlier. If you think the Rockettes are coming to save your ass, my well-coiffed friend, I am afraid you are in for a major disappointment."

"I can do a tracking spell," Tony said. "I just need a part of something that has a connection to our guys."

But she was! She was like an eeny little girl Robin! Without the costume!

"Ralph! Terry! I'm shocked at you. Why didn't you pour the water down the young lady's throat!? Manners. The management can only apologize for your further unscheduled trauma." The Riddler sighed and shook his head. "And the purple roll-ups are better for you. Everything purple is better for you."

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The Riddler

The Rescue

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