- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

Do you have faith in the criminal justice system here? As much as the federal government might rail against so-called vigilantes -- well. They serve a purpose.

[And revenge was far sweet when personally served.]

[aggressiveapathy]

More than I've got in "good" guys in masks.

[Too long in this stupid place. The whole masked hero thing was interesting when she first came, funny even. But it was getting a little old. Running around masked and calling yourself a criminal? Totally okay. Expected. But the other side never really seemed much better in practice.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Then you are free to expose him to the police, if you'd like. He works internal affairs at one police station -- or did, at least. It won't be an easy battle.

[aggressiveapathy]

I'm not the one he did stuff to.

[April tilted her head slightly, frowning. First this Hannibal guy that went around murdering...she wasn't much for noticing patterns if she could help it, but this was was kinda hard to miss.]

So. I'm not the one in the room with the issues.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps not. But you are the only one in the room who has volunteered for a program that mandates those issues get discussed.

With me.



Right now.

[aggressiveapathy]

Which you don't believe in. Again. Emotional. Issues.

[Was that not what he just said? The police could do nothing? But April shrugs- or.

Wait.]

...For the cops, anyway. But RISE might work, instead. That's the plan.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton immediately took to his pen and legal pad, writing down presumably what April had said -- and his own thoughts on the commentary.]

I see.

[He said, cryptically. He looked up at her.

Then looked back down, continuing to write.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[She scowls slightly at that. God. What a jerk. Playing the 'you can't see what I'm writing' card. But if she's in it, why not be in it?]

The major doesn't like me. Because she's a crazy person. But. I don't like things messing up Will's life. And things that mess up your life do that. So...

[She made a dismissive gesture with one hand.]

Tell her whatever you want.

[slightlyoffchilt]

What makes you think the Major General is, in your own words, a "crazy person"?

[He latches onto that because it's bait, yes, and while it's bait he recognizes, he still wants to take it.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[There is a chance this full report will go to the major- which, really, just adds incentive for April to go off the rails here. Still, he gets a look. Not the worst she could do- they weren't talking about Will's feelings for now, he was close to winning that prize!- but still. Nice subject change.]

She's got control issues. It's a...pathology thing, right? When people try to control things that aren't their business.

[slightlyoffchilt]

That's a curious assertion, April. [Always playing the devil's advocate, that Chilton.] Considering how you are subjecting yourself to specifically her business. Aren't you? Given your disdain for her authority, your entry into RISE might be... Uncomfortable.

[But he had already alluded to the fact that he would give her a pass -- perhaps he was even more adamant now, knowing her potential for conflict.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm, true. Given my well known hatred for awkward conversation and annoying control freaks how I could stand joining remains a total mystery.

[She and the Major were not going to get along. At all. But that might help her stay interested in the latest version of the World Savers to come around.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

And yet you're still interested in joining RISE. That truly speaks to a greater purpose, April.

[He was willing to spin it, for her. Well, mostly for him, but she would also benefit.]

I'm inclined to recommend you.

[aggressiveapathy]

[She can't help but smile, just a little at that. Wow. He could do politics...for about ten minutes, before someone got on his bad side.]

What's the fee?

[slightlyoffchilt]

No fee. [Quite earnestly -- how would Will ever forgive him, if he imposed that sort of commercial deal?] Truly.

You'll make an exquisite asset.

[Because that didn't sound creepy.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Yeah...

[Asset. Sometimes the only form of winning was to just no engage. Or the only form of sanity, anyway. It was all better than a real therapy session, anyway.]

You and Lady R are still hosting the next holiday get together.

[slightlyoffchilt]

That seems highly unlikely.

[There's that leveled, deadpan stare. Right over the notebook.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Invite us in, Fred. It's way easier than pretending that was the plan when we and our crazy show up anyway.

[Because, once this whole thing was fixed? Like hell she wanted back in the Fred and Will being weird dance again. It did nothing for her personal life.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I doubt this current atmosphere we find ourselves embroiled in is dearly suited to any vacation, much less a couples retreat.

[There's a tilt of his head -- the sort of look that is OBVIOUSLY ANALYZING.]

[aggressiveapathy]

We've got until, like, labor day. If you're both still alive.

[Analyze away. Even if it wasn't Baltimore, she's seen it too often. The few freaks from the same home world huddling together even if they hate each other. A really easy pattern to notice, when you never had to deal with it from the inside.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

If we're both still alive. Are you anticipating otherwise? I know Will has an assortment of enemies.

[aggressiveapathy]

Yeah. Will does. He did come in second place to you in that best loved imPort of the century award and everything.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Do you ever get tiring of spouting off ironic statement? I can't help but wonder.

[aggressiveapathy]

Do you ever bored of trying to analyze people that hate it?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Their resentment only fuels the challenge.