spread the word, tell a friend, tell them the tale

[buildstherobots]

[voice]

Hmph. You people don't know how good you've got it. Don't realize how lucky you are to have me.

[Remember Dist? He's still an idiot. He sounds so convinced of his necessity, too.]

I'll have you know I've started printing copies of my letter again, with an additional note towards all those irritating hero types we've been getting lately. Best to cut them off at the start of things, before they make us suffer the consequences of their naivete. I removed the timeline at the end, as well, as it was mostly taking up room and was difficult to edit comprehensively. Thus, you'll mostly find the bare basics, and brand new prisoners will make the best use of it, but you can't deny that arming them with information is a necessity. Until they understand how Mayfield works, they're only dead weight.

If you're looking for a copy for yourself or distribution, you know where the library is. I'll be at the front desk, because working in the shelves is annoying.

[action, library]

[If you happen by the library, true to his word, Dist is sitting at the front desk, alternately reading, doodling machine schematics on spare pieces of paper, and building what looks like a very tiny device; he's making no real effort to hide the fact that he's not actually working. Next to him is a tall stack of the letters, which are free to take. He is keeping an eye out for anyone who might be in the town's employ, but only halfheartedly. He's more worried about being punished than "letting it go into the wrong hands."]




(If you're just looking to give the intro letter to your character, you don't have to post in if you don't want to; I just wanted to get it back into circulation, so handwaving "quietly taking a note off the stack" is fine. I love CR, though. ^^)

Comments

[buildstherobots]

And he wonders why he has no friends. I don't know how Ema puts up with him.

[inthebones]

Alcohol and barbiturates. Most importantly, earplugs.

In any case, I wanted to ask if you knew anything about certain events concerning our dear Riddler and someone named the Major. You know him, I'm sure.

[buildstherobots]

[...This isn't a good line of questioning. Dist is silent for a couple of seconds.]

Certain events? What events?

[inthebones]

[Susan is silent for a few moments. Sometimes, it is easier to be honest with strangers than acquaintances.]

I don't know, exactly. Only that out of Edward's... companions, you're the only one I know of with a history with both of them. Perhaps he's let something slip.

Something's changed recently. It's subtle, but obvious enough if you know what to look for and if you know everyone involved in this quagmire of a drama well enough. I haven't had time to give it much thought until now, but I do believe Edward's in for a treat soon.

I just need to figure out what.

[buildstherobots]

[Okay, this is easy enough to navigate. Dist can actually return the honesty, which is refreshing.]

I really don't know what the Major plans on doing next. Since the Doctor was droned his organization's numbers have dropped significantly; there hasn't been anything for me to listen in on. I just know that he's not a man to give up. He plays for fun, and that makes him more dangerous.

[inthebones]

I get the sense that he keeps an organization mostly out of formality. He did fairly well at being a nuisance entirely on his own.

I'm not asking you to divine the future; I can take care of that. I want you to drudge up the past.

[buildstherobots]

The past? In what way?

[Dist isn't working around anything for that one; he's actually sort of lost track.]

[inthebones]

I just said. What do you know about the Major and Edward?

[buildstherobots]

Frankly, I don't know why they have this feud. I don't know why the Major targeted him, or whether Edward did something colossally stupid on his own and brought it on himself. The Major knows where the Hall is and how to get in, so that center is compromised; he's also armed far more thoroughly.

[None of this is cheating. Edward knows it already; it's all past. No future plans.]

[inthebones]

Yes. I was there when he dropped a zombie in. I meant after that.

[Susan makes one last effort, but she's already decided this was a dead end. Her tone is vaguely annoyed.]

[buildstherobots]

After that he joined Kingdom in an effort to use its membership in his weird vendetta, and as far as I know that hasn't led anywhere. I doubt it will with the Doctor's disappearing; if he wants an army, he'll have to raise it himself.

[There's a small pause. Dist isn't sure if he's continuing because he wants to prove that he's worthwhile or if he genuinely wants to help, but either way he's starting to get irritated.]

He's not just going to attack Edward, you know. He fights dirty, and meeting an enemy head-on isn't the only way to destroy it.

[inthebones]

I knew all of that, too.

[Susan pauses for a few moments before continuing on.]

He's not going to assault him in the middle of the street, if that's what you mean. But he is going to attack, and before he does, I need to know what he's up to.

[buildstherobots]

He's going to go after all of you, too. Anyone Edward considers a friend will br fair game. The Major won't stop, do you understand?

[inthebones]

You really don't need to warn me. Worry about Edward if you have any concern. Whatever happens will blindside him completely.

[buildstherobots]

Is he really paying that little attention? I think he's underestimating the threat he's facing.

[Yeah, Dist is bitter. He gets shot in the head and Edward doesn't even make decent plans? Idiot.]

[inthebones]

Never underestimate the power of idiocy. It's a lesson everyone would do well to learn.