Puzzle 01

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie was previously inhabiting a very comfortable cell in Arkham, at least as far as cells go; the beds are nice enough, and his roommate doesn't try to kill him, which is always a plus. There are the glass walls and vents connecting all of the cells, but that's neither here nor there.

The Riddler, currently donning his usual green and purple suit, takes a moment to look around before making a face] It seems Jerry has upped my medication once too many times. Then again, considering who I room with, there are worse hallucinations. [He begins to walk around, curious] However, if this happens to be more than a simple trick of the mind, then my situation becomes quite the puzzle. And as much as I enjoy them, it's much more fun when I'm the one with the answer.

[He kneels and raps his knuckles against the floor, almost as if he were expecting it to crack under his touch] Seems solid enough. Mirror, maybe? It would help explain how I'm surrounded by constellations. Whoever engineered this went through quite the trouble to make it look like the real thing. Except for a few details of course.

Now, riddle me this; what looks like space and contains a solid floor, breathable air, and no exit in sight?

Comments

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[oh yay the Arkhamaniac who would compulsively give away Crane's status as supervillain]

I know that one, Riddler: the Astral Plane.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie seems happy to spot a familiar face! And yes, yes he would]

This isn't your work, so is this an asylum-wide experiment Jerry didn't bother mentioning to us?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

If it were, you would not find yourself in it. The culpable parties are not from Gotham.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

So it's an outside job, now?

[measureslunacy.livejournal.com]

I believe the answer is a Gotham University Alumni Gala.

[oooh Eddie]

Now then, should I just expect my entire asylum here soon enough?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

And where would 'here' be, doctor? I've officially ruled out my mind, now that you've shown up.

[measureslunacy.livejournal.com]

What 'here' is seems to be quite the riddle, doesn't it?

The residents of this place call it the Plane. It seems to be a meeting spot of various worlds, from what I can tell.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[It's hard for Isaiah to focus on what Riddler is saying; though he was just walking by, exploring space, as he spotted Riddler he slowly ground to a halt and is now just staring at him with his mouth slightly ajar. Finally he pulls himself together.]

What are you wearing?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[And he hasn't even seen the boxers]

Clothes, of course. That's not much of a puzzle.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

That's a suit.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

The Astral Plane.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

Care to elaborate on that answer?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

It's a place that's kind of outside reality.

[lamb_of_gold]

A very good Observatory, perhaps.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

Is this what this is? I don't have much interest in the stars, except maybe blackmailing them and robbing them silly.

It's almost too easy, sometimes.

[lamb_of_gold]

Unfortunately not. This is the Astral Plane, and you'll find, I'm sure, that few people here take kindly to activities like that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[taking in all of the question marks]

I think I've finally been introduced to the Doctor's next regeneration.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

I know doctors. Many, many kinds, but I'm certainly not one of them.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know. You're human enough. Though considering what he's done to himself in my absence, that doesn't mean much. Maybe you're a metacrisis who was hit on the head. It could happen.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

{oh how could I not}

Your mom?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

A fine woman, I'm sure, if she ever cared to be around at all.

And you are?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Oh boy, parental issues. So what, did your mommy leave you and you decide to cope by immersing yourself in joke books?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{wow that is one garish outfit who is your tailor they need to die
I MEAN---}

It's not a riddle! Just something odd. We call it the Astral Plane.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

And where's the fun in it just being something odd?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, I think it's most of the fun. I mean, since it's different.