#l.narcissa

[containatrocity]

"You know typically, I am paid for my professional opinions, Narcissa." But there's a lot of things that they make exceptions for now. "The town's response was oddly within the correct parameters of fear, upset, and trauma responses. Some people seem rather... blasé, about all of this, which could be a sign of emotional fatigue after sustained periods of high-stress and emotion, which is common among the people here. Those injured are responding with upset, and fear correct among those of their age range and with regard to the lack of medical care we have- the dead will be mourned by those who loved them and forgotten by those who knew them only in passing. In a way, it is every bit every small town suffering a tragedy." He takes another long sip of his coffee. "However, there are of course, the outliers. Some responded with excitement and pleasure when things went up in literal flames. While accurate to their personalities, it is still anomalous."

He hums. "The antique store owner bothering to care of others, however, was a surprise. I had assumed he was the poster child for malignant narcissism and sociopathy. Perhaps my diagnosis was incorrect." He shifts, crossing his leg over the other. "And you, any interesting developments personally, or are we still nosing around in other people's lives for fulfilment, like most journalism types?"

Narcissa waited as patiently as she could, a wide grin stretching across her face. "It really is, you know - the entire town is abuzz, you really should expect someone to ask your professional opinion when you're out in public like this." Taking his lean back as an invitation, she sat down across from him, pulling a pencil from behind her ear. "I only had one question for you, actually - what's your professional take on the town's reaction to the very unusual earthquake?"