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]

I hate every single word that just came out of your mouth.

[feytality]

Do you really?

[concertmaster]

More than life itself.

[feytality]

But you're still hanging out with him.

[concertmaster]

Yeah, because answering questions is kind of my entire job.

[feytality]

What about going to the movies? Also part of your job?

[ now she's giving him an impish grin. ]

[concertmaster]

Is spying on me part of yours?

[feytality]

Technically, yeah. Gotta keep an eye on my Reapers!

[ she beams, unaffected. ]

But you're awfully defensive, Max.

[concertmaster]

Because we're not friends.

[does he mean he and akira or him and maya




both]

[feytality]

[ of course they're not. ] Well, he's definitely making a good effort to get that to happen.

And it can't hurt for the two of us to get to know each other better too, right?

[ she already knows he'll argue that... ]

[concertmaster]

I don't need to get to know anyone. To properly do my job, I got the background files on all of you assholes. Composers and conductors included.

[feytality]

Sooo? It can be about more than just the job, yanno.

Besides, you know all about me, but I don't know anything about you. ... Aside from the coffee addiction.

[concertmaster]

I died in a camping accident and now I'm here as Producer of this Game. What the fuck else is there to know?

[feytality]

Um... like, anything else? How does one die in a camping accident, anyway? I didn't think summer camps could be dangerous.

[ not that she's ever been to one. ]

[concertmaster]

You don't think letting a bunch of pre-to-post pubescent kids with one or two idiots who barely scrap the definition of an adult and aren't paid enough to deal with a dozen or so children left to rot by their parents in the woods could be dangerous? Seriously?

[feytality]

[ is this not just ace attorney. ]

I mean, usually the kids are more competent than the adults, but... deadly? I dunno. I thought summer camps were more about outdoorsy fun and getting bitten by a million insects.

[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 ]