Jaycee's Blog - Sun, April 25

Despite some hesitation, I decided to go to the Church of Scientology and just do a bit of recon. I was a little worried I might be recognized (if they were indeed the ones who captured my faeries), but thanks to the pandemic, I kept my mask on and assumed that would keep my identity a secret.

Because of Covid-19, I thought they'd more restricted in what they can do and who they let in. Quebec City is a red zone, so all stores are closed, but the Church of Scientology is considered a religious building, and that means up to 250 people can gather in there. There weren't that many people, but there were enough of them to make me uncomfortable. Not everyone was maintaining the required social distance mandated by the government. Some also didn't wear a mask over their nose, only their mouth, increasing the risk of infection for themselves.

Anyway, I was greeted by a polite young man. I said I was just coming in to snoop around while waiting for the next bus. He offered me a coffee (even though I couldn't drink it inside the building) and asked me what I knew about Scientology. I pretended not to know much, and he (always politely) went on with the standard religious approach: invent some imaginary illness, convince you you're suffering from it, and offer a solution. You can't sell something to people if you don't convince them they're broken first. Of course, I agreed with everything he said, simultaneously scanning the people in the area to see if I recognized anyone.

He was about to offer to hook me up with an auditor (or whatever they call the people who hook you up to their electrometer) at no charge when I noticed one girl. She looked vaguely familiar (despite the mask covering her mouth). Something about her eyes and the shape of her nose had caught my attention before. After a few moments, I remembered where I'd seen her: at my own place.

This was one of the two Jeovah's Witnesses who visited me almost 2 months ago and whom my faeries charmed into having sex with one another in front of my eyes. I still have the video of that encounter.

So they weren't Jeovah's Witnesses after all. They were just posing (unless they had a sudden change of heart, which I found unlikely). I glanced at my watched and mumbled some apology to my host, something about my bus being almost there. I rushed out and grabbed the first bus to arrive (fortunately, there were many to choose from).

So here's what I'm thinking: My faeries have been gone for weeks, and they probably don't think I'm looking for them anymore. Maybe I could lay a trap and interrogate this girl to find out  what happened to Attitude and Minx.

God, what am I thinking? This is stupid! I should just bail out and live a normal life.

--Jaycee