[the industrial district]
Dec. 30th, 2013 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sweet_carolineCaroline slips into the steel mill through a side door. Hopefully Sullivan will show up in a timely manner, but dealing with asshole ghosts is tricky. In the meantime, she'll just look around a little and get familiar with the place. Before they kill someone in it and all. Yep.
A soft green glow attracts her attention. Caroline stops what she's doing and traces it back to under some sort of machine and behind a grate. It's... a question mark. Huh. The grate's bars are fairly close together, but maybe... aha. She can slide her hand right in. She pulls out... it's some sort of Riddler thing, obviously, with some difficulty to examine it. It's almost like a trophy, really. Caroline turns it over in her hands. On the bottom there's a sequence of numbers that means nothing to her and...
Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?
She blinks. "Uh, fire." The trophy makes a small sound, like it's powering down. It keeps glowing. "Well, all right then."
A soft green glow attracts her attention. Caroline stops what she's doing and traces it back to under some sort of machine and behind a grate. It's... a question mark. Huh. The grate's bars are fairly close together, but maybe... aha. She can slide her hand right in. She pulls out... it's some sort of Riddler thing, obviously, with some difficulty to examine it. It's almost like a trophy, really. Caroline turns it over in her hands. On the bottom there's a sequence of numbers that means nothing to her and...
Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?
She blinks. "Uh, fire." The trophy makes a small sound, like it's powering down. It keeps glowing. "Well, all right then."