Chapter One
I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it's not my fault it's how I'm programmed to function
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track yeah I'm on to a winner
Arthur stared at another company email in agony. He loved his job most of the time. He was good as it. The respect and loyalty that was earned because of it didn't hurt either.
What he hated was the monotony; the occasional sense of uncertainty. Was he doing his absolute best? Could he do more?
Arthur's melancholy musings were interrupted by a ping! announcing a new e-mail.
From:M_Lefay
To:A_Pendragon
CC: Gwen_Smith, A_Aurelianus, PrincessElena, L_Dulac, ...
Hello Everyone!
As was mentioned in our last meeting, tomorrow night is Gilli's going away party. We'll be throwing the party at the little club in the Camelot Hotel. Dress code is semi-formal. I hope everyone can make it. Feel free to bring your loved ones.
Hope to see you there :]
~Morgana
"Morgana, you can't seriously be inviting me to this party."
"Why not? You're a part of my support system. Besides, you already live in the building. It's not like it would be a hardship to trek downstairs."
"You at least could've told me you were throwing a party in my building." Arthur sighed.
"Brother, dear, don't sulk. It's unattractive" His sister chastised. "I know you don't always feel at ease around the group, but I think you would benefit from some human contact."
"You talk as if I lack actual friends."
"You might have work friends." Morgana allowed. "But you only hang out with a few people in your normal life. I refuse to let Owain Longfellow be your best friend; he's repulsive."
"You already stole Leon away from me. You probably want Owain for yourself too."
"You have to meet new people." She sighed. "Arthur, I just want you to be happy. "
Arthur looked around at his spacious office. His desk was plain. All his pencils and notecards were aligned just so. The walls held his college diploma and various newspaper articles.
It was very cold and impersonal.
A frown tugged at his lips.
A response to Morgana's statement came unbidden.
"I don't even know what that is anymore."
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
And I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
'Cause I'm being taking over by The Fear
Song: The Fear by Lily Allen
Note: the site wouldn't let me use realistic email addresses :[