3rd Slice
[Private//Unhackable]
Can a madman go mad? Many of my playmates have called me a madman and I've never minded. I accept what I am and I follow a code that makes as much sense to me as anything 'sane' and 'rational'. Yet now I find myself in a situation so strange, wouldn't it be madness to accept it? It seems terribly convenient that I arrived to find waiting for me both the one person who loves me and my very favorite playmate.
Rudy. He's dead. I'm going to kill him. And yet here he is. I don't understand how that works but I do know this makes us closer than I've been to anyone. No masks. But--it seems there was? is? will be? more.
The hardest part of all this is figuring out how a normal person would respond. I've studied so diligently, but dealing with novel situations like this is always tricky. I know I need to be 'freaking out' like Deb thinks I am, but how pointless and boring. All I want to do is get on with my work. This City is as good a hunting ground as any. Who am I to wonder at its strange inhabitants when I am neither man nor monster and besides, I don't discriminate. I'm sure I'll find a new playmate soon.
Of course, there are one or two novel challenges of a practical nature that I'm going to have to figure out how to deal with.
[/Private]
[Flagged to police]
Would it be possible to return to my previous job in forensics? Due to the City's...loose...relationship relationship with time I don't remember having had it and don't really know how the police force is organized here, but my sister, Debra Morgan, has been bringing me up to speed.
[Flagged to Deb and Rudy]
Should I pick up a few six packs while I'm out?
Can a madman go mad? Many of my playmates have called me a madman and I've never minded. I accept what I am and I follow a code that makes as much sense to me as anything 'sane' and 'rational'. Yet now I find myself in a situation so strange, wouldn't it be madness to accept it? It seems terribly convenient that I arrived to find waiting for me both the one person who loves me and my very favorite playmate.
Rudy. He's dead. I'm going to kill him. And yet here he is. I don't understand how that works but I do know this makes us closer than I've been to anyone. No masks. But--it seems there was? is? will be? more.
The hardest part of all this is figuring out how a normal person would respond. I've studied so diligently, but dealing with novel situations like this is always tricky. I know I need to be 'freaking out' like Deb thinks I am, but how pointless and boring. All I want to do is get on with my work. This City is as good a hunting ground as any. Who am I to wonder at its strange inhabitants when I am neither man nor monster and besides, I don't discriminate. I'm sure I'll find a new playmate soon.
Of course, there are one or two novel challenges of a practical nature that I'm going to have to figure out how to deal with.
[/Private]
[Flagged to police]
Would it be possible to return to my previous job in forensics? Due to the City's...loose...relationship relationship with time I don't remember having had it and don't really know how the police force is organized here, but my sister, Debra Morgan, has been bringing me up to speed.
[Flagged to Deb and Rudy]
Should I pick up a few six packs while I'm out?