Mask or Menace IC contact

[crassidy]

"Probably out gettin' shit faced! I'll get back to yez."

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[crassidy]

I'unno. [A very obvious shrug in those words. Playing dumb is far easier than exploring the reasoning of his enemies.]

Y'both think I got all the answers when I can't even remember me own name most days. Ask him yourself, doc, I thought your type was meant to be good at talkin' through unresolved issues.

[slightlyoffchilt]

All of his answers lead back to you. It's unhealthy.

[crassidy]

Easy target. It's not me he wants, it's me mate, but Padre's not here soooo...

[slightlyoffchilt]

He cannot blame himself for his failures with your friend. So he blames you.

[Chilton, now overtly using Cassidy as a sounding board, felt a rush of his own pulse. Rejection, projection. Starr's sudden threadbare ego.

Interesting.]

[crassidy]

Seems like. Back home it's a pissin' content he can't win. Gotta take that impotent rage out somewhere, eh? Fella just needs some tranqs in him, lot easier to be high than angry.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Easy doesn't appeal to Herr Starr. But I can think of something else.

-- And in the meanwhile. How are you faring?

[crassidy]

["Something else", gross, he doesn't even want to know.]

Damn sight better than you, I reckon. He hurt you, doc?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I can take a surprising lot, Cassidy.

[crassidy]

Yeah, well, so can I. Don't mean it doesn't hurt though.

You really drew him away for me? I appreciate it, mate, I really do. [And he sounds genuine in that.]

You're a good bloke. Not many would stick their neck out like that.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You and I, we're friends.

Aren't we?

[crassidy]

Haven't sealed it with the official passin' of the sacred joint, but sure, close enough.

You spilled blood for me, that means somethin'. Or at least got a bruise. Intent's still there. [He's not exactly sure what went down, naturally.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[And Chilton's not about to clarify.]

I like that we're friends, Cassidy.

[crassidy]

[A slow sigh down the phone.]

Yeah. Well. Subject to change. You barely bleedin' know me, doc.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Why do you think you'll disappoint me?

[He sniffs that out quickly.]

[crassidy]

Runnin' theme. Look, like I said doc, you're a good bloke for doin' what you did, but I'm not here for all this manipulative shite, right? All these... questions and that, it's not right.

[Asking him about his feelings! It's disgusting.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

All these questions... You mean therapy?

[crassidy]

Whatever way you wanna spin it, man, it's still a buncha questions. Got better shite to talk about than disappointin' everyone.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Tell me what you want to talk about, then. I'm open to suggestions.

[crassidy]

What about you, fella? Don't know much 'bout you beyond being a doctor for crazy folk.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You'll have to be more specific. What about me do you want to discuss?

[crassidy]

Deep bloody question. Likes? Dislikes? Fears? Best mates? Favourite movie? Kinks? Intricate details of what happened with Starr? I don't bleedin' know.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You're mixing in kinks on a list sporting who I consider to be my friend?

Interesting.

Well, you, for starters. You're a friend. So is Lestat, have you met him? So is -- well, David Klein was. David Blake almost was, and then turned out to be Woden.

[crassidy]

Oh, I know Lestat! Weird fella, overdramatic, lil' poncey. I can see why you'd get on.

[slightlyoffchilt]

We more or less get on, yes. I take your meaning and choose to ignore the subtext.

[crassidy]

Hah, ignore all you want, mate, you know it's true. He's a good lad though. Funny that you pick friendship outta all those possible questions to answer.