clockbox | CATCH-ALL ??? Where am I?

WHO: Edward Nygma & YOU
WHAT: He just got here, but he's a quick learner. I have a starter prompt here, but I'm also happy to put up individual starters, plot with me on plurk or hit me up via pm!
WHEN: Nov 12th and onwards
WHERE: The magnetic poetry room and potentially elsewhere.
WARNINGS: None yet, other than Gotham spoilers.

When Edward first walks into the room, he is naturally taken aback. His first reaction is to go back where he came from and when that doesn't work, he ends up standing in the room rather forlornly, at least for a few seconds.

Then he takes notes of the items gathered around and, first of all, starts to inspect the communication device. A smartphone is a lot more advanced than any technology a Gothamite would usually have access to, but Edward has a certain amount of tech savvy to fall back on plus an unhealthy amount of curiosity paired with a superior intellect. As such it doesn't take him long to read through the guide, find the network and start to get a vague idea of what is going on.

Not that it makes all that much sense. But if there is no logic he can discern, there must be a pattern he can't make out yet. With that in mind he inspects the items that have been laid out in wait in him.

•A green spandex unitard with question mark applique
•A "Guess Who" game, featuring the likenesses of the Clock inhabitants
•A bag of "Mystery Flavour" jelly beans

He looks around the room before bending down to inspect them more closely, carefully pocketing the bag. He'll need a microscope, no, a fully equipped lab to deal with them properly. The game is intriguing as well, especially since there are two faces he actually recognises.

What to make of the unitard he really doesn't know, but it did get his colour and theme right, so there is that.

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Edward would know the clicking of a pair of trademark kitten heels as Kristen found herself wandering the clock once again. He would also be able to ping her point of arrival, the still healing bruises on her arms from the night the Manaix invaded the GCPD. But when she heard the sound coming from the door she peeked in to make sure nothing was wrong or anyone was hurt (granted the deep blue twin set was a dead give away too). But a tiny smile escaped,"Mr.Nygma?" since to be honest she had no links to Gotham in ages and it showed.

Meanwhile, Edward still has bruises on his throat where he has been strangled, coughing every now and then as a result of the damage done. It's really not something that has his focus at the moment though, as he is studying the "Guess Who" game he has been given. So when he hears her come in and sees the face he's just been staring up when he looks up, it's not so surprising that a smile appears immediate. He doesn't know how this makes sense yet, but this is Kristen. Alive and well and in the flesh. "Miss Kringle."

He hurries to the door, abandoning his strange gifts to focus on her. "It's very nice to see you here. A relief." The bruises, the way she reacts to him, calling him Mr. Nygma. He can put two and two together, even if it was just from the way she wears her hair. "How long have you been here?"

Kristen had heard the cough and was digging around in her skirt pocket, she was sure she had at least some hard candy to offer Edward. "The feeling is more mutual than usual and to your question its been a few weeks since I found myself here." leaving out for now her crash landing into the library. When her fingers felt the wrapper she took out the small candy and offered it to Edward,"These got me through cold season so should help?" She also felt like in a way something as simple as a piece of candy could be a small offering, maybe they could at least get to a healthy place of friendship?

"Oh. Thank you very much." Of course he accepted the candy, immediately unwrapping it to take it into his mouth. Maybe it might actually help, but mostly she had been the one to offer it and naturally he accepted it. Sweet as ever and looking at him in the way she had before anything happened. He has a chance at something here, even if the chance is only to not harm her this time. "I hope nothing bad has happened to you here. I'm still trying to find my bearings. It's not often I find myself so thoroughly stumped. I must look a mess."

"Just a really odd party so far." Kristen could smile a tiny bit more. "And a very unplanned crash landing but it only left bruises." she added to reassure him all was well so far. "Maybe see this as a puzzle, a odder than usual one?" she offered, she knew Nygma would never pass up a juicy puzzle. "But for now let's see about some clothes and maybe letting you clean up?" the bruises having her a bit worried at the same time.

"That's what it appears to be, doesn't it?" Her being here was a big piece of it. Her from a time where she would look at him like this and still call him Mr. Nygma. Odd indeed and what could be the purpose? Believing in coincidences of such a scale would be taking the easy and stupid way out. "You'd be so kind? Thank you, Miss Kringle. Thank you. Already brightening my day."

He chuckled and turned to gather up the remaining items, pocketing the phone and wrapping the ridiculous unitard around the game. "Show me the way. I'd appreciate it."

Cue Kristen offering a slim hand to Edward,"Trust me Mr. Nygma, this place is a grand scale puzzle. Even odder than some of our old cases." She added,"I did find upon my unplanned landing some odd items like a Venus flytrap and a old movie on videotape. Did you?" as she led Edward out the door to find clothes among other things.

As he's holding her hand, he feels trapped in a dream and he honestly isn't sure if it's a sweet one or a nightmare. But Edward tries to push past it, simply focusing on her words and not the miracle that was her presence.

"A game, something I'll never wear and jelly beans that I plan to examine." Naturally. "Which movie was it, if I may ask?"

"Little Shop of Horrors oddly enough. Only thing I can think of is someone mentioned it at some point at the station a la someone's movie night?." Kristen offered as they walked. "But that alone is a puzzle since the jelly beans are curious, any one flavor or a combo bag?" the puzzle aspect of things being a massive help at the moment.

This day had already been a bit much for Oswald. He wasn't a patient man, not in situations like this. He enjoyed the long game in a lot of respects but not when it came to circumstances beyond his control. Not when it was aimed at him. Then he got twitchy. And this place definitely made him twitchy. It was strange and not strange like Gotham, the strange he was used to, strange in a frustratingly whimsical way that oddly made him angrier. He had no time for this.

First he had to escape the hellish bubble room. There were just bubbles everywhere and when they burst, they really burst. He was still damp from the massive one he jabbed hard with his cane, it literally blew up in his face. Yet another reason to want to escape the bubble room.

He was displeased, angsty and ready to throw a proper fit - no matter how uncouth that was - when he opened the nearest random door just to get the hell away from the bubbles and here he was, blank spaces and one wall, just scribbled in words. How odd but, blissfully, not floaty bubble odd. He was ready to back away and try another door, find the exit out of this mess, when he spotted his knight in shining armour. Or, you know, just a really well tailored suit.

"Ed?" The tentative relief was in his voice, so hopeful and desperate, the desire for familiarity over running all his logical impulses as he limped closer without much care. Was that really him?

"Oswald!" Because of the game he'd received he had had the suspicion that Oswald was here already and he had heard him approach before the door had been opened - it was a very characteristic walk - but it was still a relief to actually see him, unharmed and well. Edward still wore the marks of Butch's attack around his throat, but presented with a riddle like the one they were dealing with here, he barely even cared.

His smile is bright when he walks over to meet Oswald across the room, so the man doesn't have to strain himself getting to him. "I'm glad to see you here, my friend."

Of course his voice is still rough from the strangling, but he coughs a little in hopes to take care of that. "What a turn of events, huh?"

Hopefully Edward is ready for a hug because he's getting one. Oswald was worried he was going to be stranded here alone and -- well, no, worried was the wrong word. Concerned. About Edward. Being alone and without him somewhere that wasn't near his side. It almost seemed cruel for them to be apart after everything they'd done together.

"I'm so glad that you're here and you're okay." Well, relatively. There was not much he could do about that whole strangling thing. Too late and all that. And unfortunately there wasn't anywhere to make him tea with honey. He pulled back a little, clearing his throat and smiling in a chipper fashion, not letting go entirely.

His hands were on Edward's arms. "This is awfully peculiar. Do you have any idea what's happening?"

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