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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[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.......