open log :: time made me soft around the edges

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone.
What: The Harvest Festival!
Where: Howl Barrow outdoor park
When: Through the weekend.
Notes: The companion OOC post for this log is here if you have any questions or concerns!
Warnings: Please give me a head's up if a thread contains something that should be edited into this section.

Locations: COSTUME PARTY, COSTUME PARTY - VIP, MARKET STREET, CARNIVAL GAMES, THE PARK.

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[scotlandyardjackinoffice]

"I've come from London, yes," he says--I've come because he has only just arrived, within the week. "You've been to the city--or you have an excellent ear for an American."

[emptychamber]

"Or both." Humility is for things you're actually not good at, apparently. "Though given the spread of origins here, I had to ask. Lots of people evidently come from places I've never heard of at all." Which was curious - slightly worrying, but also interesting.

[scotlandyardjackinoffice]

"It only stands to reason that would be the case." It hasn't happened to him yet, but that's likely a function of his not having met many people yet. Or, more correctly--not having conversed with them, he's come across quite a few people in his explorations of the city.

[emptychamber]

"So what's your theory? You sound like a man who would have one," she asks, with a small grin.

[scotlandyardjackinoffice]

"I've run through several," he says, in a tone of voice that clearly conveys of course I have theories, "but the simplest answer is often the most correct. And the simplest answer is that some power or force, for reasons unknown to us--"

And therein lies his little bit of uncertainty, for knowing why would go a long way to figuring out how and who--

"--has brought us here, on purpose, with a goal in mind. Something greater than the vague claptrap in the informational brochure. At least, one hopes."

[emptychamber]

"We can only hope. That explanation was so vague as to be no explanation at all, and it's disheartening to think you were kidnapped for no reason."

She's still not sure she believes all of the others in her cohort are actually prisoners, but for now she's not tipping that hand.

[scotlandyardjackinoffice]

"I rather suspect they were aiming more for reassurance than information--though they failed on that front, too." His gaze drifts upward slightly as he recalls the brochure's contents. "To many, in the throes of confusion and fear, that brief bit of you'll do fine, you were chosen with a purpose would do, but to anyone who reads carefully, neither enlightenment nor appeasement was really present."

[emptychamber]

"Lots of words without saying anything useful - sounds like government work to me." Not that others couldn't write that sort of nonsense, but it seemed like the work of some sort of propaganda office; appeal to people's egos, give away nothing in return.

[scotlandyardjackinoffice]

"Indeed. The sort of thing a government pencil-pusher would be instructed to write."

And he thinks of his brother, for a moment. Wonders what Mycroft must be thinking, with him nowhere to be found.

"You're familiar with the type, yes? And the work of government. You've worked for them, or with them, I presume."

[emptychamber]

She smiles just a little. "A brush here or there." She's not going to go blabbing her connection, even if it doesn't matter here. She's not sure yet, what she believes, and no sense being foolhardy. She leavens the lie by omission with something true:

"My dad used to say that government spent half its time telling you how much it's doing and half its time making sure nothing gets done."

[scotlandyardjackinoffice]

There's a little twitch of a smile in return. "Likewise." He's been hired to consult here and there, and of course his brother's deep involvement in the British government came to bear (though at times he wishes it didn't). "Enough to know your father was wise in his observation."