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[The journal clicks on, and Warren appears. The camera angle goes wild for a second as he turns it over to look at it.]

This is different! A new type of therapy for the crazies, I guess.

[Warren goes right up to the camera and gives it a huge grin. Then something in his expression changes, and he reaches up to touch his hair, then his face, looking surprised. It’s pretty clear that he’s missing basically all of his fingers.]

Oh-kay.

[Looking nervous, he bites his hand, hard. Looks at the imprint left there for a long moment.]

Holy shit.

[Cue Warren dropping the journal on the floor, and having a madcap run around his room looking for any type of reflective surface. After a long period of time, he picks of the journal, looking way less happy.]

Okay. Very funny. I get it, I get it. The Two Face style of therapy. No problem. I just gotta find something cold. Real cold. Get rid of all this excess… [He makes a general gesture to his nose and the rest of his face. You get a glimpse of him walking towards the door before he turns off his communicator.]

OOC: Warren’s talking on voice for all his replies, as he wanders around the barge looking for some type of freezer to try and get rid of half his face again. Anyone who wants to Spam, feel free to run into him/stop him/hassle him. He’s not violent.

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Yeah, you fucking do, sorry, mate. [He wasn't about to get confrontational, because he really didn't get it, so he just put his hand on the guy's arm and aimed to lead him out,] I'm not letting you in my freezer, so go try the infirmary folks or something.

[Paddy. Passing the buck. Like a winner.]

I can pay you. All it takes is one phone call, you know. Then you can own your own private island. [Warren didn't resist Paddy leading him out, just continued trying to work out angles to try and convince him.] That would be pretty cool, right? You could have a whole apartment block of freezers, all to yourself.

[Paddy shook his head and continued to lead him right out the kitchen,] Money ain't worth shit here, and if I'm gonna be one of two places, it's either here or back home. Don't give a shit for private islands, mate.

[Warren looked disappointed, but didn't press the issue. He figured that Paddy couldn't be in the kitchen all the time after all. Time for a change of tact.] Have you got any smokes?

I'll give you some if you piss off out of my kitchen and don't come back.

You know, if you just let me use your freezer we wouldn't even be having this problem [Said as if that suggestion was the height of reasonableness.] You'd be doing whatever you do, I'd be in the freezer doing what I do, and then everyone would be happy.

[Paddy frowned and pushed him out of his kitchen gently,] Yeah, but my freezer ain't for fucking about with. It's for fucking keeping food cold.

You do realize that now I'm just going to have to bang my head against a wall and hope that it all squishes away? [He sounds very indignant.]

If you're that fucking nuts, someone'll stop you doing that too. We pay attention, mate. Now out my kitchen.

But that's so unfair! [Even saying that, Warren seems to recognize that he's been defeated. Or at least that he'll have to come back later for round two.]

[Here's Eddie, just in time to catch Warren at the door of the kitchen.]

Warren. I see you've located the kitchen. [He extends a hand.] Would you mind coming this way, please?

[Warren turns to Eddie, and just stares for a second. Taking in the green. It's fairly iconic, after all.] You're the Riddler? [He doesn't sound too happy.]

No, just Edward Nygma. [Gesturing for him to come over.]

[Warren takes a step away from Paddy and the kitchen door, but is still looking at Eddie suspiciously.] Where do you want me to go?

Where would you like to go? Your room? A common room? And don't say the barge refrigerator. That's off-limits.

[Warren just looks utterly confused.] But I can't do that. I need to find a... knife. Or a... [He trails off, looking back towards the kitchen.]

[Eddie motions again.] Wait for the doctors to assist you, Mr. White. With their help you should be able to recover some resemblance of your namesake. Simply lopping off your nose and ears is going to leave you looking like nothing more than a deformity.

[Warren considers this. He can see the logic in it.] Yeah, actually. It wouldn't be the same at all, would it? [He walks towards Eddie, slowly.] Do you think that I'd be able to make an appointment for it?

I'll even go out of my way to speak with them for you. [He turns on his heel, starting down the hallway.] This way, Mr. White.

That sounds great! [Doctors were always more convinced by a group of people after all. Warren started following Eddie down the hallway.] Are we going to see them now?

Not yet. They'll be less inclined to help you if you bother them this early on. [Points towards a turn in the hallway with his cane.] Lets go to the common room.

Why? Isn't that what they're there for? [Warren doesn't sound sure about that though, and is still following behind Eddie. He's momentarily distracted by the cane.] Nice cane.

They're not legally employed. The barge is-- well, its not at all like an asylum. [He glances back, grinning.] Thank you. It's custom-made.

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[Paddy rolled his eyes and sighed,] C'mon mate, my kids can do better. Go on, get out of here.

Yeah, fine. [Warren gives Paddy a glare, but does wander off to where he's about to run into Eddie.]

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