So late to the regain bandwagon

[have_your_lives]

[I'm sorry, Mayfield - did you think you had enough problems as things stood? Did you think the town had made you suffer every possible cruelty already?

Well, not yet! Because today you may go blind.

What this means is that Schuldig got a clothing box with the mail today, which contained his absolutely ridiculous canon outfit. This assault on anything resembling fashion coordination will be strolling down the streets of Mayfield, looking exceedingly pleased with himself and not at all as embarrassed as he ought to be.

He will be visiting several places today:

A) 1248 Williams Road. He has a gun to pick up from Crawford.

B) 310 Miller Street. He's on a completely foreign errand here; he's actually got an apology to make. Farfarello, you may want to mark this day on a calendar.

C) 747 Partridge Drive. Don't worry, Ken, he's there to talk to Nagi~

D) Any house that has one of the people on his list. He's being industrious today! It must be the clothes.

Anyone can run into him while he's walking around town, of course~ The particularly fashion-conscious may want to shoot to kill.]

[OOC: If your name popped up in this post, or you had an argument for why Schuldig might seek you out on his own, please post here! ♥ Trying to tag everyone on the list in separate posts would be way too much of an undertaking, so I'm trying to gather them all here under one post.

IMPORTANT EDIT: Also, if you're going to reply to this, please make sure you've posted to Schuldig's permission post!]

Comments

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Susan's eyebrow raises a fraction of an inch at the voice that suddenly resounds in her mind.]

Hm. You'd have been wiser not to let me cotton on.

That would depend entirely on your purposes, of course, although I don't mind saying that it's doubtful you'll be able to do anything for me.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Probably, but wouldn't you prefer I played fair? [Of course, playing fair has absolutely nothing to do with his flaunting his telepathy; he's just never cared who knows. But how can it hurt to let her think he's got a more noble reason?]

Because working with a telepath carries no possible intrinsic benefits, of course. [He sounds considerably amused.] And the rest of my team have their own unique talents, as well. As for our purposes...now that's something you'd have to ask our boss, isn't it?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Given my general paranoia and the smug expression on your face, I'm inclined to think there was another motive.

I don't have to be a psychic to know what other people are thinking, Mr. Schuldig.

And as for that, you still haven't given me a very good reason to want to speak with him. I haven't a clue what you want, really.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[And what else are you inclined to think, Miss Susan?]

And you do have to be psychic to know what people are thinking. Just not for making educated guesses.

What we want are people we can make use of. Of course, it'd be nice to get that for nothing, but it's a selfish world. So we're willing to trade off. But for anything more specific than that, you need to talk to my boss.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I think you ought to take a look in the mirror when you get home. You seem to have neglected to do so after getting dressed this morning.

In the vaguest of terms, the only thing you've phrased so far is, "let's trade favors". Is there any more point to this visit or are you about done?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Hah. I dress like this to offend the sensibilities of people like you.

Not really. It was just that, and to get a measure of you.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

It seems I've fallen right into your clever little trap, then. Excuse me while I go bleach my retinas.

Fair enough.

Be off on your way, then.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[All this comment gets is him laughing in her head. She'll probably find it rather grating.]

Oh, well, if you insist... [And he turns and walks away - though the laughter will echo for a good ten seconds longer.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Susan reminds herself that it would be a horrific abuse of her abilities to order him to never think that laugh again before shutting the door on his back.]