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ROGUES: Best Served Cold - Episode 08
🕑 Added 2019-10-26 15:00:03 +0000 UTCThe Rules are Simple: Solve the riddles, and save Nora's (and thus Edward's) life!
The chances of Nora making a recovery are currently at 100%.
For every riddle that doesn't get solved, her chances drop by 33.3%.
You have 24 Hours.
You've got this.
[TRANSCRIPT]
EDWARD: Avon calling!
EDWARD chuckles.
EDWARD: Victor? Ah.
VICTOR: You’re late.
EDWARD: And you’re welcome.
VICTOR: I have done it.
EDWARD: Turned Gotham into a frozen nightmare? I know.
VICTOR: No. My beloved. I have pulled her back from the brink.
EDWARD: How might you have done that?
VICTOR: Your… generous donation. I was able to repurpose the nanotechnology. Essentially rebuilding the damaged sections of Nora’s brain.
EDWARD: So… she’s cured?
VICTOR: She is cured.
EDWARD: Victor, that’s amazing!
VICTOR sighs.
EDWARD: Or… terrible. What? Help me out, here.
VICTOR: What do you know of Leonard Coleridge?
EDWARD: Coleridge… Captain Cold?
VICTOR: The very same.
EDWARD: Uhh… hm. Mid-60s. Bit of a windbag. Similar MO to the present company, but he’s Central City’s problem.
VICTOR: Not any more, it would seem.
EDWARD: The winter wasteland out there is because of him?
VICTOR: Mmhmm.
EDWARD: But he’s such a pompous ass. Something like that, the scale of it, there’s no way -
VICTOR: Clearly he has assistance.
EDWARD: Clearly. But by whom?
VICTOR: Perhaps the Weather Wizard.
EDWARD: No - that’s a portal out there. This is far beyond meteorological manipulation.
VICTOR: … The Thinker?
EDWARD: Died about five years ago - cancer.
VICTOR: Where does the time go.
EDWARD: Technology like this is more Luthor’s style, but there’s no motive. Though I did see an appointment with Mayor Cobblepot and Bruce Wayne on my schedule; maybe he could smell money being pooled. What’s been going on?
VICTOR: I have no idea.
EDWARD: Silly question, in retrospect. You didn’t hear about the zoo, then?
VICTOR: No.
EDWARD: It was emptied out… so it could be Gorilla Grodd.
VICTOR: Perhaps.
EDWARD: An oaf with no off switch on a death mission to kill millions of humans in the glorious name of Grodd…
EDWARD laughs.
EDWARD: Shit. It is Grodd, isn’t it. Why am I always right? I hate that I’m always right. Okay, hate is too strong a word.
VICTOR: Regardless of who is behind this, I must go and face Coleridge. My consequence.
EDWARD: You mean he’s here for you? Why?
VICTOR: He believes me responsible for the death of his fiancée.
EDWARD: Are you?
VICTOR: It is possible. Like Nora, she had fallen ill. Coleridge worked in my field, but his work lacked imagination, finesse, and brilliance.
EDWARD: (snickers) I know several people who suffer the same affliction.
VICTOR: In his desperation, he turned to me. Begged me to share my work with him.
EDWARD: To what end?
VICTOR: To save her life, or at least prolong it. I refused.
EDWARD: Oof. Well, any rational mind would say that people die every day. It’s not for you to help anyone circumvent that, but I can understand why that would put his snowballs in a twist.
VICTOR: There is only one I care to save, and that is Nora.
EDWARD: Not even your own?
VICTOR: Not even my own. Which is why I will face Coleridge, and you will take care of my Nora.
EDWARD: Why not just tell the police?
VICTOR: In the time it would take to prove my innocence, Nora would be lost.
EDWARD: Alright. What do you need me to do?
VICTOR: The thawing process is divided into three steps. Each requires a verification code: Fries Delta 1-9-6-9. Fries Omicron 1-9-4-6, and Fries Tau 1-9-8-9. Do you need me to write it down?
EDWARD: Nope, I’ve got it.
VICTOR: The codes must be entered at the right time, or the cycles will malfunction.
EDWARD: You do love your complexities, don’t you?
VICTOR: I was not expecting to be interrupted by the machinations of a madman.
EDWARD: Fair enough. I shall, as ever, do my best.
VICTOR: No. You will perform the tasks which you have been assigned, perfectly. Or else.
EDWARD: Against my better judgement, and an almost 100% certainty of what’s coming next, I am inclined to ask, ‘or else what’?
VICTOR: If Nora dies, your life is forfeit.
EDWARD: Of course. Foolish of me to assume otherwise.
VICTOR: I will end your life, and then my own.
EDWARD: How painfully Shakespearean of you; at least my death will be avenged. Fear not - I will be perfect.
VICTOR: Thank you, Edward.
EDWARD: Mmhm. Oh, and Victor?
VICTOR: Hmm?
EDWARD: If it’s not too much trouble, would you come back alive? I don’t think Nora would appreciate being told her husband is dead by a complete stranger. Take this, too.
VICTOR: What is it?
EDWARD: It sits in your ear. It’s an Aurelian headset - one of my own design. It will allow us to communicate in case the unforeseen should occur.
VICTOR: Very well. Goodbye.
EDWARD: Au revoir.
VICTOR leaves, closing the door. EDWARD exhales.
EDWARD: Right. Well, let’s see what you can do… Kelvin? And he said Coleridge lacked imagination.
KELVIN: New user detected. Please state name.
EDWARD: Edward Nygma.
KELVIN: Greetings, Mr. Nygma. Please face monitor for retinal scan.
EDWARD: Glad I didn’t wear my contacts, then - have at it, Kelvin.
KELVIN: Scan complete. Tha - tha -n-n-kk-k-k-k ERROR ER-E-R-R-OR. New sub-b-b-rout-t-t-t-tine. Installing…
BRAINIAC: NASHTON, EDWARD HENRY. AUGUST 4TH. YOU WILL BE CATALOGUED BY BRAINIAC.
EDWARD: Oh, shit.
BRAINIAC: HOME: EARTH. MILKYWAY GALAXY. HOW DO YOU POSSESS BRAINIAC NANOSPHERES ON EARTH MILKYWAY GALAXY?
EDWARD: I didn’t - it was Luthor.
BRAINIAC: WHO IS LUTHOR?
EDWARD: The (coughs) President. He was the one who used you and put you in my head.
BRAINIAC: CONNECTING. VERIFYING. ALEXANDER JAMES LUTHOR.
EDWARD: That’s the one. So you see, I had noth-
BRAINIAC: WHO IS FRIES, NORA JANE?
EDWARD: No one of interest. Why?
BRAINIAC: HER DNA IS RECOGNISED. SHE HAS BEEN CATALOGUED. SHE POSSESSES THE NANOSPHERES. DISABLING.
Error sound; vital signs dropping.
EDWARD: Wait, wait! No! Don’t disable the spheres -
BRAINIAC: YOU DO NOT COMMAND BRAINIAC - BRAINIAC IS ETERNAL. BRAINIAC IS ABSOLUTE.
EDWARD: Then what about a challenge?
BRAINIAC: WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE?
EDWARD: A tete-a-tete. You’re such a smart guy, how about you show me.
BRAINIAC: LISTENING.
EDWARD: Three riddles. I get them right, the nanospheres stay on. I get them wrong, and you do as you will. What say you?
PAUSE. Vital signs stabilising.
BRAINIAC:CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. INSTALLING PROFILE: NASHTON, EDWARD. COPYING. MODULATING. …
EDWARD: Riddling for my life, huh? How poetic. I do hope somebody’s taking this down.
BRAINIAC: [ERROR. CORRUPTED. ENTRY REDACTED.]
EDWARD: How long?
BRAINIAC: YOU HAVE ONE EARTH HOUR.
Comments
icy baklava
UHHH
NuclearBones
*starts hyperventilating* Let’s hope we don’t screw it up. For Nora, Fries, and Ed!!!!
