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Please solve one or none in your responses. Don't spoil it for everyone else trying them all.

one? ) Imagine you are locked in a prison cell. how do you get out?
two ) I don't have eyes, but once I did see. once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty. what am I?
three? ) What occurs once in every minute, twice in every moment, but never in a thousand years?
four? ) I am the first on Earth, the second in Heaven. What am I?
five ) alone i am 24th, with a frienD i am 20. another friend and i am unclean. what am i?
six ) if it's information you seek, come and see me. if it's pairs of letters yoU NEED, i have consecutively three. who am i?
TWO ) we're five little items of an everyday sort. you'll FIND us all in a tennis court.
eight ) feed ME and i live, yet give ME A drink and i die. what am i?
nine? ) What goes up a chimney down but can’t come down a chimney up?

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1. Get busted out by a very rich man who wants to take down the establishment and join a gang of fellow 'inmates' to cause chaos in the city, blahblah, have lots of fun, enjoyable sex with the man's sister who is way better than the rich man, try to kill my ex-fiance's girlfriend, and ride a coma back into my cell until a mad doctor calls me sane.

Kidding! I'm going with a key since wasting my time figuring out another answer would be boring.

[ She's not kidding though and he may notice the story sounds familiar. She doesn't expect it will to anyone but hey, she's figuring she's alone here. ]

Edited 2016-11-28 07:58 (UTC)

Your odd and vaguely familiar "joke" answer was far more interesting than your actual one.

They're both wrong.

Familiar? Don't tell me you're from GC.

[ She's all for keeping anon. And if it really is familiar to him she's got an idea who he might be. No one else spouts dumb riddles like that where they're from. ]

Boohoo. :( What ever will I do?

Familiar. We may need to discuss this further in private.

[ Anon is the way to go. He's got a pretty good idea. There is only one living member of that gang of inmates. Presumably. Everything else basically confirms the suspicion. ]

Too bad. So sad.

Too bad. I thought I had room to spread my wings here.

Find me where the dead go to party if you want to talk!

[ There's a nice little riddle for him. It's probably super easy once he gets ahold of a map but whatever, she's not the quiz master here. It's better than outright stating who either of them are. The last thing she needs is that story being hooked to her name. Let's not go announcing to the world that Edward Nygma and Barbara Kean are both former patients at Arkham and both got their papers signed off on under questionable circumstances. ]

Edited 2016-11-28 08:30 (UTC)

I wouldn't want to clip them.

:)

[ A riddle. It was super easy once he consulted a map but the thought is appreciated. He hopes she wasn't mocking him with it. Was she? No, what a foolish thought. They both know better than to openly share incriminating information and locations with unknown individuals. Though it could have also been a subtle jab.

He'll have to make a note to explore the area around here better. The technological differences from one city to another are fascinating. He shows up at After Life not too long after the exchange. Not his ideal location but it's a good choice and seems to suit her character. Clubs have a good air of privacy about them, if not a little cliche as a meeting point for morally questionable characters at this point. He'll loiter by the entrance until he manages to spot her and close the distance. All the distance. Hello. ]

Miss Kean.

I'll take the third one; the letter "m"!

For number eight, I believe it's 'fire'?

Edited 2016-11-28 18:53 (UTC)

[ Oswald had been staring at the compilation of riddles for quite a long time before he responded. To say he had been enraged at the situation he had woken up to was such an understatement that calling it an understatement didn't even feel like a strong enough word to give emphasis to just how seethingly furious he was. Not soon after the rage came the doubts, the worries, the vulnerability. Not only was there the possibility of betrayal, but that he'd finally found something resembling happiness only to have it snatched away -- he should have expected it, maybe. It seemed like happiness wasn't fit for a man like him.

But that was when he'd seen it. The post on the network. And then he started to wonder... was it possible that the person who mattered the most was there too? That he wasn't alone like he had so horribly feared? Maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to, but who else would make a post like that? Who else would make a puzzle out of a puzzle? Still, he couldn't be completely blindsided. He had to be sure. And if he was right... he was being shown ways to be sure. Uncovering the real answer was something he was still trying to desperately decode, but he didn't want to wait any longer to take some kind of action. He couldn't wait. So he would speak in his language. ]

If I'm not mistaken the correct answer to riddle number nine would be an umbrella. I admit, I had to think about it for a while. You must have a knack for these sort of things. Though, it seems a bit of a shame that you've come up with so many on your own only to be asked none in return. Mind if I try my hand at it?

If you head north you won't find, the only emperor that's not one of a kind. Who am I?

Correct.
Congratulations. You know how to spell.

That's it.
Was that one the easiest for you?

[ Well, if that isn't who he thinks it is than someone is going to pay for such an impersonation. Doubtful anyone would ever be capable of pulling it off well enough to fool him but such a strange situation warrants extreme caution. He must be so upset about this.

What is the correlation between victims brought in here? A sanity certificate? An intriguing puzzle but he'd rather not have it thrust upon them while they're busy doing important work. At least he's not alone. ]

Correct.
You shouldn't sell yourself short by pointing out it took you a while. It was likely faster than most.
But I do have a knack.

Easy. You're a penguin.
I didn't think you liked riddles. I'm flattered you thought to return one.

[ His breath caught in his throat the instant he read the reply. And then he read it again and again. He wrote exactly the way he spoke, and what he had said was only further proof. Being encouraging as always, even when things were so beyond them that they didn't even have a clue where to begin was so very like him. Still he was thinking about his best interests, his feelings. Oswald covered his mouth with his hand and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He couldn't stop himself from smiling. It didn't matter who saw him. It was Ed. There was no question about it.

His eyes lingered on Ed's final sentence for just a moment longer. He had to see him immediately. ]

Yes, my friend, you certainly do.

You tend to pick up an appreciation for things you don't expect when you're around someone long enough, but never mind that for just now. I think a meeting is in order.

Thank you, though that seemed more a counting affair. Say, there doesn't happen to be another riddle nested among the rest, does there? The capitalization is very queer.

My mistake. You can count, not spell.
If there were, you didn't solve it.

[ From this conversation, it's clear neither of them are in immediate danger. That's good. They can come up with a plan once he locates him. It's almost selfish to be a bit relieved Oswald was here with him but this might be far more beneficial. If either of them ended up here on their own or someone less affable towards them had come in his place, the situation could end up dire. They're better off as a team.

Where would he go if he were in his (rather expensive and fashionable) shoes? Logic implies staying put until one gathers their bearings. So. Docks still. He's looking around the area before the suggestion to meet comes in. It's a given. ]

There are quite a few studies on the topic, if you'd like to discuss this further at a more convenient time. I would be interested in knowing what else may have rubbed off on you.

I am nothing. I am something. I weigh less than breath. Darkness destroys me and light is my death. What am I?

[ He knew without a doubt it was selfish to be relieved that Ed was there, but relief was only part of it. He was... grateful, perhaps. Grateful that whatever unexplained force that had landed them there had somehow afforded him the fortune of allowing the only one he could unquestionably trust to soon to be at his side again. The alternative was too unpleasant to linger on. ]

You know my ears are always open to whatever you have to say. As for what else, well, I might just let you figure that out for yourself. What's another mystery or two for the pile, am I right?

[ But his smile faded off upon seeing another riddle. He hadn't been lying when he said he'd grown to appreciate them, but despite improvement due to the company he kept he still had to think about them for a while. It was something he saw as a shortcoming, and knowing that his inability to be better at solving them was actually going to hinder how quickly they could reunite was just enough to get him feeling huffy again. He wouldn't reply until he solved it, either. Maybe if he walked around instead of simply sitting around it would come to his mind sooner rather than later. ]

1. imagine yourself out of it, right?

That you are.

[ He can see that smile fade off from where he's standing, having located Oswald right before the last message Ed sent. It's so interesting seeing the candid facial reactions to his own messages. One usually doesn't have the luxury. It's a rare observational moment. He remembers Bullock wrinkling his nose the one time he slipped one into a report. Or Kristen with an exasperated sigh at every ones sent her way. Gordon looked incredibly pissed off. But Gordon's involved murder so...

There isn't exactly annoyance here, which is a good sign. The eye-roll is missing. But Oswald certainly isn't pleased. Frustrated, perhaps? He must be growing impatient with such a predicament. He can't say he blames him, though he does know he has the mental ability to figure it out rather quickly. It's not hard. This should be easy. He's obviously trying. This should be quicker.

Is he getting up? He doesn't have it yet. He's obviously too distraught. It's cold and they're in a strange place. No good. This shouldn't be delayed longer.
Ed's taking the few steps he left between them and tapping him on the shoulder from behind. ]

Did you get my message?

Right.
You'd be surprised how often people get that one wrong.

people overthink things a lot. the simplest answer is usually the best one.

They do. But not you, correct?

Edited 2016-11-29 05:05 (UTC)

oh, i'm the simplest of them all. :)

though i'm curious why you've got two up there twice. or is there a riddle in the riddles?

I'm sure that's true. :)

Everything has a reason, doesn't it?

nope. in the words of an ancient proverb my people have spoken for generations, "shit happens".

buuuuuuut i'd be willing to be there's a reason THIS time, at least

lot of cap letters in there too

suspicious

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