Over a Cup
@frightful-inquiries
Alright, Professor. Thereâs no doubt youâve peaked my interest. Or... our interest, rather- Iâm still getting used to the reality of multiple realities. It is an adjustment.
Accuse me of being conceited but I wholeheartedly agree with you- it certainly is not every day an opportunity such as this presents itself. It all feels rather ficticious, but I know unquestionably Iâm not experiencing a delusion. Therefore I am invested already, I have many inquiries as do you I imagine, and as you claim we have little time to exchange them I suggest we begin!
I suppose Iâll initiate this banter, in questioning why youâre all locked up in that chicken coop? I can tell by that grisly uniform as well as that horrid shoebox of a chamber. Surely you do not plan on residing there for too long. It isnât very snug.
Hroohah! Since when has there ever been a plan for me to ever be in here at all!
My current situation is a bit-- How to say... Complicated.
Normally this isn't a topic of discussion I'm one to entertain, but...
You see I've been gifted a new accessory by our bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Chief of Security.
Aside from Mr. Bolton himself, this horrendous hunk of hardware is something that's contributed to my last year and a half of confinement.
I'm amazed my little hovel here hasn't been detected already... For all I know it may have been already. Regardless, I'm intent on utilizing this lifeline until I'm dragged away from it kicking and screaming.
That mindless ape brings his plague across the realms, does he? That is exasperating. Itâs also very adverse to hear your contemporary circumstances. My dearest condolences.
Additionally, I am not too certain how the calendar aligns in the timeline you reside compared to the one I do, but if itâs also Tuesday for you, and the Asulym menu is the same- I wish you good health and good luck with that rancid paste the staff calls âfrozen yogurtâ, that which the kitchen always regrettably serves for Tuesday dessert.
Mm... That necklace appears to be quite the little restraining device. I am without a doubt both equally irritated and impressed that Bolton, in any universe, managed to implement such a clever form of detainment. Bravo to the lug.
It cannot be too tough of a device to breach if Bolton is behind it, though I am not going to put behind myself the idea that you have indeed tried every option available to yourself.
Microcircuitry is deplorably beyond my vast area of expertise. An option that comes to mind instantly is consulting the assistance of Dr. Tetch, if he is also caged up in the dirty bolthole. That man could turn a stopwatch into a remote-control using a paperclip and a thimble.
However youâve most likely already reached out to him to no avail, if you have run out of options?
I think what is most startling is I believe Mr. Bolton is far more intelligent than his initial brute lunkheadedness would have you believe.
That being what it is, I can't tell you how painful it's been trying to fiddle with this thing.
I--... Considered asking Tetch to see if he might be able to crack it. However, it seems fairly redundant to make such a request while we're both still incarcerated.
I'd rather not get him involved for the time being.
Unfortunately my options and resources here in Arkham are extremely limited. Even if escape were plausible I'm not sure I'd even have enough time to act while I have a literal tracking device essentially welded onto my neck.
Needless to say, I'm still open to further suggestions.
Hm.
I believe you.
I do agree, that given all the factors in place, trying to execute a means of escaping this rediculously exessive confinement youâre in at the moment in your typical manor would be an incautious task on your own. I cannot blame you for preferring to mull on ideas rather than engage in Russian roulette.
What a sticky situation indeed, I can understand why you would be reluctant to pester poor Tetch for his assistance on this matter, though it is a crying shame, because I am thinking he would indeed be the perfect tinker for that task!
How irritating that you are unable to approach him without appearing suspicious in the watchers eyes.
Nevertheless, a supposition comes to my mind; say hypothetically that someone unexpectedly were to... weasel their way inside from the outside, and remain undetected?
From there, it would be childâs play to unshackle Tetch, and then bring him to you so that he might take a looksie at that ugly neckbrace.
Oh, but it is difficult to fathom the possibility of an individual that would know you, Tetch and Bolton well enough, who would be familiar with you and with all your surroundings, who could put all those trains in motion in a reliant way.
If only there were two of you!
