week 4 ( tuesday )

[subordinacy]

[Is Max sick of him yet.]

First: could I make a formal request for an audience with the Composer?

Comments

[concertmaster]

........

[ugh]

I can, but it has to be my own, which is a whole fucking thing. [he doesn't look like he wants to go over that much.] Alright. Bare bones of that shit: it lasted a week, the other Players involved were from the same camp as me, I knew the area we were in, and most of the Reapers were just sending out traps or Noise after us.

[subordinacy]

... It lasted a week?

[concertmaster]

That's the general length of a Game. Sometimes they're longer. But eight weeks? That's fucking unbearable.

[subordinacy]

So I've gathered by the fact that people don't want to chance it, even with the possibility that it's the ideal ending...

[concertmaster]

I don't know what they're whining about, you guys lost fifteen Players in four weeks.

[in a few hours it'll be sixteen but sh]

[subordinacy]

Well, I for one am willing to put up with this Game for however long I have to. [Obviously.] Even if it's difficult, this is a big deal. A few weeks isn't that long in the grand scheme of things.

[come on people!!! :(]

[concertmaster]

You gonna put that in your next note to the people, or are you just venting?

[subordinacy]

I don't even know if I should write another note... though that probably wouldn't go in it, anyway. Criticism probably won't encourage them.

[concertmaster]

If you criticized them the other way, maybe. Most of these fucks are spiteful. And that's coming from me.

[he's not wrong]

[subordinacy]

... I don't think I'm good at that kind of thing...

[concertmaster]

No kidding.

[he's seen you and jacopo, setz.]

Honest opinion? I don't know that another note would help, but at this point, it's not like it could make things worse.

[subordinacy]

[shhhhhhh]

I was hoping they'd try writing to me so that we could have some semblance of a discussion, but from the looks of things, I doubt that's going to happen.

I'll think about what I might put in a second letter, then.

[concertmaster]

You've got all week to think about it. [shrugs] There's not a fucking lot you can do to get them to discuss... anything, other than offering the info and hoping for the best.

[subordinacy]

[or apparently get jacopo to do shit but that might not be a good thing—]

... Guess I'll keep at that, then.

[In the end, it would be just like him to be useless, anyway.]

[concertmaster]

[god setz he is not a comforting person stop being sad in his general direction]

Hey, at least they're aware now. At the rate they were going, I was expecting this Game to end without a single question being asked.

[subordinacy]

[he's always sad??? he can't help it]

... If we're lucky—well, not you—then more of them will come to you for questions.

[concertmaster]

My suffering's about the same whether you guys completely fuck up or mildly fuck up.

[... or succeed...? max?]

[subordinacy]

[Yeah, Setz is pretty sure fuck ups are going to happen.]

I'll take that as permission to encourage them to bother you in the future.

[concertmaster]

I might fucking hate it, but I was given the job entirely so that you fucks could bother someone.