week 2, tuesday

[concertmaster]

[well, since max has been summoned to harakiri in maya's secret back room, here he is. in all his annoyed glory.]

You know I don't technically have to answer to summons by the Conductor, right.

[what does she Want]

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[concertmaster]

You sweet, naive, innocent child. Summer camp is where parents throw their kids when they want to get rid of them for two months and finally have some peace and quiet.

[feytality]

[ damn. ]

That bad?

[concertmaster]

I died, Maya.

[feytality]

Well, I meant before that, but point taken, I guess.

[concertmaster]

Thanks for understanding.

[#sosincere]

[feytality]

[ note to self: never let pearly go to summer camp. she'll end up in a hoodie sounding like michael from achievement hunter. ]

I'm guessing your Game didn't go much better..... [ but he got promoted so he must have been good??? ]

[concertmaster]

No, it went great. That's why I love the Games.

[okay you can chill the sarcasm michael from achievement hunter]

[feytality]

small>[ what did maya to deserve michael from achievement hunter. ]

Yeah, I can tell from your sunshine-y disposition. [ maya trying to be sarcastic back in the face of this is like watching a day old kitten try to walk straight. ]

Can I ask you something, though? [ just going ahead with it before he can say no: ] How'd you end up in this gig?

[concertmaster]

[ He raises an eyebrow in consideration. ]

This one specifically, or the whole Producer job?

[ oh wow he might actually answer ]

[feytality]

Well -- both, actually.

[concertmaster]

I'm pretty much the only fucking person in this whole Game vs No-Game debacle to not really care what happened with the results, so. I was volunteered as tribute for judge. Yay.

[sometimes, not giving a shit ... is worse]

And I was offered the Producer gig when I played the Game. That's it. That's the story.

[it is obviously not the story]

[feytality]

Well, maybe you will by the end of this thing.

[ ha ha. ha ha. ]

..... Doesn't sound like the story.

[concertmaster]

I doubt it, but I will have to give judgment one way or another.

[ shrugs. clearly he'll never definitely pick a side?? ]

It's how I got the Producer job. I got an offer and I accepted, for reasons.

[feytality]

I guess we'll see!

[ it's true it'll never happen. ]

I mean the events that led up to it, yanno! Like: was it your first Game, what happened, etc.....

[concertmaster]

I guess that shit isn't general knowledge. Producers are picked from "exceptional Players" or some shit like that. [
he absolutely did do finger quotes thanks ] They needed someone who could take care of the Composer, and I fit the bill. Big whoop.

[feytality]

What did you do that was so exceptional?

[ she sounds curious, not skeptical. ]

[concertmaster]

Fuck if I know.

[ just. genuinely. ]

[feytality]

Seriously? They never gave you a reason or anything?

[concertmaster]

They talked it up but I'm pretty fucking sure they were lying out of their asses.

[feytality]

What even went down in your Game.......