Back To The Future

[have_your_lives]

[It's been an interesting few days, hasn't it, Mayfield? Sexy nurses, vampires, zombies, werewolves, inexplicable children running around. As it happens, Schuldig was involved with both the first and the last events on that list...though the former has been almost completely forgotten in favor of the latter.

No matter what people may think - what Schuldig may want them to think, deliberately lead them to think - some things can even get to him. And today, he's lying flat on his back on a bench in the park, slowly smoking his way through an entire pack of cigarettes.

He doesn't usually smoke. It's a habit he only indulges in when something is bothering him and he needs something to do to distract his hands and his mouth and his mind. Anyone who might want to approach him about encounters with a certain redhead boy, or even about encounters with a full-grown telepath in a sexy nurse outfit - this is where you'll find him.]

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[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Now Schuldig finally sits up, brushing ash off his coat as he stands up and stretches. Hours of stillness have left him stiff.] Now is fine. I'm sick of this place. [It's hard to tell if he means their current surroundings in particular, or Mayfield in general.]

[clairvoyeur.livejournal.com]

[]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig probably meant both at once. Isn't the answer always 'all of the above'?

He takes the thermos without comment and follows Crawford's lead readily, without so much as a question. This is usually a sign of preoccupation; the fact that he will follow Crawford without question is generally a given, but he usually questions anyway, either because he's too prying not to or just to irritate his leader for his personal amusement.]

[clairvoyeur.livejournal.com]

[] While I was gone, Schuldig...

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig doesn't quite stiffen. In fact, there's no visible reaction at all, which is telling in its own way because there ought to be something there. But there's a feeling, of sorts, as though the air between them has been drawn taut.] What about it?

[clairvoyeur.livejournal.com]

Things got... tangled. []

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

...we were given the chance to change the past, and you want to know just how indiscreet I might have been? [Or Schuldig can be unsettlingly direct about it. :| ]

[clairvoyeur.livejournal.com]

[] None of it seems to have left much of an impression.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

...I didn't change a thing. Didn't even talk to anyone - not even you.

[clairvoyeur.livejournal.com]

And after you returned to Mayfield?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

What about it?