IC Journal - Private Locked Entry 01
Jan. 28th, 2011 08:25 pm[No IC in game comments on this entry, please]
I’ve come home to N.Y. for the holidays. It’s what people expect. Times Square is the party capital and I need to keep my image in town up. It's so busy and bright and colorful. I love it! And there's business as usual:
I drove up to the Farm after Christmas to see Rose Red and Bigsby. Both gave me more info on the Nutkin case which seems most useful. Bigsby doesn’t approve of my whimsical decision to contract the Riddler, but he doesn’t entirely disapprove. He’s not my boss anymore and he knows I have always worked best following my own leads and my own guts on a loose leash. Beast has adopted the same policy regarding me and the other tourists.*
That was before New Year’s. Mr. Nigma has been knitting all the patches of information together and may be one of the few mundanes to take a leap of logic that not many take. I am not saying that I regret this decision. I don’t mess up. Mess ups are not an option. Though I have been too gregarious. Far too gregarious.
Some fables would probably think this is too much work to go through for a squirrel. I don’t know what exactly Mr. Nigma or his secretary think of it, but Nutkin’s personal history is no laughing matter. I’ve read the story over and over as well as the file I have on the rest of the fraternity he was with when he was in his homeland and he is one rotten nut that was just waiting to crack. And that was before he lost his tail.
Even if it wasn’t for his background, it still would be an equally serious matter. It’s not the first time that an animal fable has longed for life off the Farm. All of them do and I understand that and I know that it is unfair to them, but they are also the most at risk. Any fable risking exposure for their own benefit is a problem:
1955. Total. Nightmare.*
I don’t know how he ended and I don’t want to.
I have a hangover and a date with Cir El at the shop. Shoe business. I can deal with Edward Nigma Later.
*Cindy and other fable secret agents call themselves "tourists."
**Obviously not Fables canon, but it is for me!
I’ve come home to N.Y. for the holidays. It’s what people expect. Times Square is the party capital and I need to keep my image in town up. It's so busy and bright and colorful. I love it! And there's business as usual:
I drove up to the Farm after Christmas to see Rose Red and Bigsby. Both gave me more info on the Nutkin case which seems most useful. Bigsby doesn’t approve of my whimsical decision to contract the Riddler, but he doesn’t entirely disapprove. He’s not my boss anymore and he knows I have always worked best following my own leads and my own guts on a loose leash. Beast has adopted the same policy regarding me and the other tourists.*
That was before New Year’s. Mr. Nigma has been knitting all the patches of information together and may be one of the few mundanes to take a leap of logic that not many take. I am not saying that I regret this decision. I don’t mess up. Mess ups are not an option. Though I have been too gregarious. Far too gregarious.
Some fables would probably think this is too much work to go through for a squirrel. I don’t know what exactly Mr. Nigma or his secretary think of it, but Nutkin’s personal history is no laughing matter. I’ve read the story over and over as well as the file I have on the rest of the fraternity he was with when he was in his homeland and he is one rotten nut that was just waiting to crack. And that was before he lost his tail.
Even if it wasn’t for his background, it still would be an equally serious matter. It’s not the first time that an animal fable has longed for life off the Farm. All of them do and I understand that and I know that it is unfair to them, but they are also the most at risk. Any fable risking exposure for their own benefit is a problem:
1955. Total. Nightmare.*
I don’t know how he ended and I don’t want to.
I have a hangover and a date with Cir El at the shop. Shoe business. I can deal with Edward Nigma Later.
*Cindy and other fable secret agents call themselves "tourists."
**Obviously not Fables canon, but it is for me!