The Psychopath is [ IN ]

[worser_angel]

[it's a fine November afternoon, and outside the hospital there's an attractive redhead who seems to have set up shop. She's seated behind a table with another chair in front of it, just waiting for someone to sit down for a chat. The placard on the table reads 'Dominique Destine - M.R.C.', and there's a big box on the table that says 'Grievances

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[immaghoooost]

Can't think of a thing at the moment.

[worser_angel]

Nothing at all? At peace with the world?

[immaghoooost]

I'm afraid so. But if there's anything on your mind...

[worser_angel]

[taps the edge of her box with her pen]

That's not how this works.

[immaghoooost]

I don't believe I've been here long enough to have any true grievances.

[worser_angel]

What about grievances from back home?

[immaghoooost]

[laughs] I suppose every Mayor has his complaints, but I don't think we're supposed to talk about them so openly.

[worser_angel]

Mayor? My congratulations.

[immaghoooost]

Thank you. It's really nothing special, though.

[worser_angel]

Oh, I wouldn't say that... being elected to such a position requires you to have a good deal of influence over a large number of people. That is no small feat.

[immaghoooost]

I suppose it comes naturally to some people.

[worser_angel]

Do you have aims beyond the Mayor's office?

[immaghoooost]

It's possible. But I think all of that is on hold while I'm here.

[worser_angel]

What are you engaged in here, if not planning your career?

[immaghoooost]

I'm supposed to be coaching football, but that's little more than a hobby.

[worser_angel]

Do you have any other hobbies?