Conspiracy Theories | John Smith (ex_seekingtr512) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-24 04:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | chazaqiel, conspiracy theories |
Who: Conspiracy Theories and Chazaqiel
What: Company Christmas Parties, hoorah.
When: Backdated to Saturday night, about 8pm.
Where: Somewhere in NYC.
Warning: Utter crack? Who knows! TBD.
For the vast majority of his career in radio entertainment, John had been able to avoid these obligatory social engagements under the guise that it would ruin his anonymity. But in the last year, the radio company he worked for had been bought by a new parent company and his anonymity among coworkers was no longer a thing he could use as an excuse - considering the fact he didn't have any, any longer. This fact was enough to make him neurotic and paranoid. The fact that every other station owned by the company had been invited along to this ridiculous function made him wish he could dig a hole somewhere and climb into it.
But at least there was alcohol.
Cheap, watered-down "they call this wine?" kind of alcohol, but still.
He had positioned himself in the furthest corner away from everyone he could find, shadowed in the dim "ambiance" lighting, suit making him look all at once like a child dressed up and like one of those old black-and-white film spies. He was, in fact, a little of both. But from here he could watch everyone and see everyone who was watching him. Almost everyone, at least. For a couple of days now he was getting the feeling he was being followed by someone other than the usual government black-suits that tailed him everywhere he went. It unsettled him. He didn't like it. But at least none of the gadgets he carried around in his pockets were going off, which means they didn't have him bugged - yet. Best he didn't make any close physical contact while he was there...