Mainland, Friday
The misty light of day found Steerpike, humiliated, aching, and miserable, in the middle of Washington, DC. As he stared up at the capital building, a slow smile began to grow on his face.
He had been foolish to think he should go after Fandom. It was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant island. He remembered his lessons from Mr. Lyman's class.
This was where the real power was.
He carefully dusted off and straightened his suit and went to see if anyone would be willing a random, extraordinarily obsequious kid an internship or position in the mail room. He could always work his way up.
[ooc: Steerpike is now gone forever! Thank you soooooo soooooo much to everyone who participated in his exit plot. You all were fantastic and I quite simply could not have done this without you!]
He had been foolish to think he should go after Fandom. It was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant island. He remembered his lessons from Mr. Lyman's class.
This was where the real power was.
He carefully dusted off and straightened his suit and went to see if anyone would be willing a random, extraordinarily obsequious kid an internship or position in the mail room. He could always work his way up.
[ooc: Steerpike is now gone forever! Thank you soooooo soooooo much to everyone who participated in his exit plot. You all were fantastic and I quite simply could not have done this without you!]