this killing time

[scotch_egg]

who: Alec Crowley & you
what: meeting and greeting whoever wants to say hi. Well, meeting anyway.
when: 4/14 8pm
where: Mad Maggie's Bar, Queens
warnings: Scotsman in a dour mood?



Mad Maggie's bar is packed given it's a Monday night. Maybe because there's a game on or drinks are half price. Who knows. It's so packed almost every seat is filled up-- Except for the one next to him by the end of the bar that, for some reason, people seem to want to avoid.

For his own part, he sits there, fingers clasped around a whiskey sour and glaring hard at the bar as if it might provide the answers for whatever is in his mind.

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[darkenedmoon]

"Some sort of mass hallucination, at first, but now? I'm not certain." Yotsuyu could not help but scowl. "Elliott's gained some sort of marking on his hand. It is not a tattoo--while he might be the type to get one, it would not be somewhere so...prominent."

Nor would it be such a random design. Yotsuyu knew her son...at least she thought she had...

"If it is a game, it is not one I enjoy playing." She picked up the new drink as the bartender set it down, swiping the garnish from the old one and settling it in the new.

"I do not like the fact that it is running through families, either. I see no reason to involve my son. Elliott is no longer a child, but..." She bit her lip, but shook her head. She was not certain what else to say. Where would speculation get her, anyway?

[scotch_egg]

"It's sick is what it is." He shook his head. "They're playing with us. Someone is playing with us. But in such a way we can't easily go tell anyone about it." It frustrated him. Was there a crime committed? Yes. But how do you explain to police memories you shouldn't have or marks where there hadn't been before ?

"I can't even see why-- Or the benefit of all this. Unless it's some kind of twisted psychological experiment. I feel like a rat in a bloody maze." But what could he do about it? That, he didn't know. There were so many questions raging around his head and far too few answers or means to get them.

[darkenedmoon]

"Oh, we could tell that Bureau or whatever it is, but what's to say they aren't up to their necks in this? Behind it? They say they have our best interests in mind, but..."

Yotsuyu had heard that song and dance before, from her own blood. And they had only had their own best interests at heart, and she could throw herself out with the rubbish, for all that her so-called 'family' had cared.

She let out a gusty sigh. "You are not the only one, so I can sympathize, at least. I fear I have no good advice for you, however."

Though she resolved to ask Elliott just what he'd been told, when he'd contacted the Bureau...if only to salve her own curiosity.

[scotch_egg]

"Horse shit." They didn't have anyone's interests in mind but their own and very little could convince him otherwise. He waved a hand.

"Didn't expect good advice. What advice can anyone really give in a situation like this other than don't trust anyone. Anyone could be a spy for them, you know. Even you, even me. We might not even know it." He shook his head and took a drink.

"The world is a dangerous place."