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Edward Nygma / The Riddler
When I'm young I'm tall
When I'm old I'm short
When I'm alive I glow
Because of your breath I die
What am I?
So, I noticed that the cupboards were a bit on the bare side, so I went shopping. And I noticed that there weren't any mirrors, either, so I picked one of those up, too. It's one of those little counter ones. I put it in the bathroom. You and your hair can thank me later.
And I'm told I need to put in for a job, as well, which is so silly, but anyway... I'm thinking I might look in to that brothel that's closed. I always did want to run my own club. Wouldn't it be fun to start from scratch?
[Aren't you proud of him Ed? He's doing things!]
And I'm told I need to put in for a job, as well, which is so silly, but anyway... I'm thinking I might look in to that brothel that's closed. I always did want to run my own club. Wouldn't it be fun to start from scratch?
[Aren't you proud of him Ed? He's doing things!]
Edited 2019-03-05 14:03 (UTC)
[ Oh. Kay. There are so many questions he has. So. Many. Questions. Like, where he's been for the past two or three days, how Oswald got a key to his room. Why Oswald is going through his cupboards. His bathroom. What he means by 'you and your hair'. You know. All of those questions. All of those questions are, no doubt, implied by the one he does actually ask. ]
...wait. What?
...wait. What?
Edited 2019-03-05 16:52 (UTC)
Apparently no one is running the brothel! I almost didn't believe it myself. But to get control of it, I'll need to contact some investors or such. I got a list of names. We can go over then when you get home.
I'll...be there soon. I need to lock up.
[ Yeah, he's going to need to see this to understand what the hell is going on. Maybe. Maybe it still won't make any sense. What the hell. ]
Could you...if you need a mirror, it's fine, but could you put a towel over it?
[ Yeah, he's going to need to see this to understand what the hell is going on. Maybe. Maybe it still won't make any sense. What the hell. ]
Could you...if you need a mirror, it's fine, but could you put a towel over it?
[That seems an unusual request. But maybe he's worried it will clash with the decor? Or was it some metaphor about self reflection? Either way, he could cover it.]
Towel. Sure.
Oh! Right. Could you pick up another pillow or two? And the cases for them? I wasn't sure where to go for those. The bed's big enough to share, but there aren't enough pillows.
[Because of course, once he's latched onto someone, he's going to completely insert himself into their lives as much as possible.]
Towel. Sure.
Oh! Right. Could you pick up another pillow or two? And the cases for them? I wasn't sure where to go for those. The bed's big enough to share, but there aren't enough pillows.
[Because of course, once he's latched onto someone, he's going to completely insert himself into their lives as much as possible.]
[ If Oswald ends up asking, he has a ready made 'almost truth' that he gave Dr Simmons and Steve Rogers. He can just as easily tell it to Oswald. ]
Pillows and pillow cases. Roger dodger.
[ This aspect of Oswald, it seems, is really no different no matter what year or month or day it is. ]
Is that all you need?
Pillows and pillow cases. Roger dodger.
[ This aspect of Oswald, it seems, is really no different no matter what year or month or day it is. ]
Is that all you need?
Yes. One hour.
[ He hasn't timed how long it takes him to get to the merchant dome, shop and get home. What would make anyone think that >_>
And anyway, it doesn't take him an hour. It takes him an hour and ten minutes because there was a ghost (a hallucination, he's assuming, because ghosts aren't real no matter what anyone keeps saying about this ghost moon thing) in the lobby and it kind of freaked him out. A lot.
But here are keys in the door, said door opening and look. One Edward Nygma, ugly-sweater-vested and loaded down with so many pillows. ]
[ He hasn't timed how long it takes him to get to the merchant dome, shop and get home. What would make anyone think that >_>
And anyway, it doesn't take him an hour. It takes him an hour and ten minutes because there was a ghost (a hallucination, he's assuming, because ghosts aren't real no matter what anyone keeps saying about this ghost moon thing) in the lobby and it kind of freaked him out. A lot.
But here are keys in the door, said door opening and look. One Edward Nygma, ugly-sweater-vested and loaded down with so many pillows. ]
Edited 2019-03-08 02:37 (UTC)
Ed is welcomed home by such a happy looking fluff nugget. Almost literally because Oswald has apparently decided to borrow one of Ed's sweaters and the size difference has him swallowed whole by the clothes.
"Edward! Hello!" He comes over to immediately try and take some pillows. "When you said an hour I thought I'd have time to drop my suit off fir cleaning and buy a change of clothes, but there was this thing and..."
He gave a self-deprecitating laugh:"I might have to wait to do any of that until after it goes away."
Which could be days.
"Edward! Hello!" He comes over to immediately try and take some pillows. "When you said an hour I thought I'd have time to drop my suit off fir cleaning and buy a change of clothes, but there was this thing and..."
He gave a self-deprecitating laugh:"I might have to wait to do any of that until after it goes away."
Which could be days.
Ed lets him take some of those pillows. He...may have overdone it on pillow shopping. Just like he overdid it on puzzle shopping, as evidenced by half the things in his room.
"...thing." He looks puzzled, glances towards the door, then looks back at Oswald. Mildly alarmed. Okay, more than mildly. "That was real?" Wait, should that be alarming or relieving? He really isn't sure.
And a beat: "...are you wearing my clothes?"
"...thing." He looks puzzled, glances towards the door, then looks back at Oswald. Mildly alarmed. Okay, more than mildly. "That was real?" Wait, should that be alarming or relieving? He really isn't sure.
And a beat: "...are you wearing my clothes?"
"They were the only other clothes in the aparment," he said matter of factly. The 'well,duh' thoroughly implied.
"And yes, it was real. Well, real enough." As he still thought of the whole thing as something inside his head, it was about as real as anything else. "I think we probably have enough food for a few days. But we might have to sneak past it at some point."
"And yes, it was real. Well, real enough." As he still thought of the whole thing as something inside his head, it was about as real as anything else. "I think we probably have enough food for a few days. But we might have to sneak past it at some point."
"Oh good." Oswald laughed, nerves on clear display as he tucked the pillows under his arms and shuffled off to put them away. "That's good. I've spoken to someone who says they can see ghosts all the time. And whenever this is over, they can check to see if it's still there or not."
"That must be...disturbing." He has enough issues with his hallucinations and projections, seeing actual ghosts. Hell no. Thank you, no. "I can call someone and ask if they'll deliver clothes. The general store may." They won't be tailored, but at least they'll fit.
"That would be a good idea if I knew what sizing to go by. Most stores go with generic S,M, and L. And it just never seems to work out right," he answered with a shrug. Not discounting it, per se, but definitely not convinced it was worth the money to try. Sure, Ed's shirts swallowed him whole, but that was only because he was so much taller.
"Oh! Since you're back, do you want dinner? I made a small pot of pΓΆrkΓΆlt that should be finished by now. I didn't have any nokedli, but some bread and wine will do the trick."
He made his way to the stove and lifted a pot lid, releasing the smell of a slow-cooked simple shepard's stew of meat, tomatoes, and... onions.HE TRIED, ED A somewhat traditional Hungarian meal that was easy to make and matched his own level of cooking.
"It's nothing like my mother makes, but I didn't get her talent for cooking."
"Oh! Since you're back, do you want dinner? I made a small pot of pΓΆrkΓΆlt that should be finished by now. I didn't have any nokedli, but some bread and wine will do the trick."
He made his way to the stove and lifted a pot lid, releasing the smell of a slow-cooked simple shepard's stew of meat, tomatoes, and... onions.
"It's nothing like my mother makes, but I didn't get her talent for cooking."
Yes, truly Ed is a giant of Slenderman proportions. "Fair enough." At least there's a laundry room in the basement, so Ed probably won't run out of clothes before they can get Oswald his own. Probably.
Ed has been really, really poor with his money-skills in New Dodge, okay?
"I'm sure it's fine." He won't even pick the onions out, even though he desperately wants to. He doubts it would go over well, and in any case he doesn't have a microscope or tweezers. "I can cook tomorrow. Breakfast. I mean."
If there's one skill Ed does have it's cooking. Hopefully the ice hasn't frozen that over as well.
Ed has been really, really poor with his money-skills in New Dodge, okay?
"I'm sure it's fine." He won't even pick the onions out, even though he desperately wants to. He doubts it would go over well, and in any case he doesn't have a microscope or tweezers. "I can cook tomorrow. Breakfast. I mean."
If there's one skill Ed does have it's cooking. Hopefully the ice hasn't frozen that over as well.
"You can? Wonderful!" Oswald scooped out the stew into two bowls and gestured at the table with his elbows. "Sit! Sit! We can talk about the investors and what I plan on doing with the old brothel!"
Even if he hasn't fully accepted this as reality in truth, he does seem to be settling in very comfortably. Probably more comfortably than he would if he realized this was all real and not something he made up in his head. He's being a little too open about certain things right now. But hey, easier to keep track of!
Even if he hasn't fully accepted this as reality in truth, he does seem to be settling in very comfortably. Probably more comfortably than he would if he realized this was all real and not something he made up in his head. He's being a little too open about certain things right now. But hey, easier to keep track of!
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