[Week 0, Sunday post-execution: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[this is the last fucking PC I'm making for Sunday I swear to god]

[ANYWAY 'SUP MAX, someone is knocking on your hotel room door! normally, at least. he isn't trying to be obnoxious]

[yet]

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[concertmaster]

[in the background, a young sotto voice can be heard going "FOR FUCK'S SAKE"



he opens the door]

Oh. It's you. What?

[purrtagonist]

[. . . WELP]

[blinks a few times, hand extended, like he was mid-knock when Max opened the door]

Huh.

Are you a popular guy?

[concertmaster]

Everyone in this game is annoying and needy.

[that's a yes...?]

Eh, but I've always been a beacon of information for my peers, it's the cross I have to bear. What do you need.

[purrtagonist]

You did basically call this a glorified babysitting job.

[shoves his hands into his pockets and shrugs]

Want to hang out?

[????????????????]

[concertmaster]

Yeah, but the last actual baby I had to take care of was eaten by its own mother, what do I actually know about babysitting?

[don't question that.

also.

????????]

Okay, I know for a fact you have friends here. You can't possibly be that desperate.

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . . . . he wants to question that so badly]

[purrtagonist]

I do. Which should tell you that I'm not asking out of desperation.

[maybe he'll ask later. at like. Rank 5]

[concertmaster]

[honestly it's a rank 1 story, it's just... bad...]

Yeah, okay. Cute. The fuck are you trying to cozy up to teacher for?

[purrtagonist]

Information.

[what else!! also at least he's. honest]

But considering we're both Reapers-- I assume-- probably a slightly different type than what others have been asking.

[he thinks? he isn't sure, but. you know!]

[concertmaster]

[he doesn't answer the par about the assumption because max is a troll]

See, that makes more sense. I knew you had it in you to drop the bullshit. Yeah, sure, come in and ask your shit. I'm not hanging out at fucking Starbucks or minigolf, so.

[he is let into the elusive max hotel room!!!! it doesn't have a lot. the pictures from trial yesterday (is he keeping them...?), the now confiscated Sword of Dios and butterfly knife (is... he keeping that???), some rolled up joints (...ah...), and...

there's some knitting supplies too?

also a lot of coffee cups.

you have that in common.]

[purrtagonist]

[this confidant should be of the coffee arcana]

Do you only drink Stabrucks coffee?

[please max, he can introduce you to something so much better]

[concertmaster]

[he shrugs]

I made my own instant shit back at camp, but I can make do with pretty much anything so long as it's bitter and makes me hate people slightly less. Some jackasses used to tell me it'd stunt my growth, but joke's on them: my growth was stunted by dying, not coffee.

[purrtagonist]

[HA HA. . .]

[wryly]

That's filthy propaganda from the tea side of the argument, anyway.

[NO ONE TALKS BAD ABOUT HIS FAVORITE DRINK]

If I have the chance to buy some coffee beans, a coffee maker, and a grinder, I'll fix you up something bitter but with way more depth of flavor than the stuff at Starbucks.

[concertmaster]

[look he perused his file he doesn't know how intense akira gets over coffee

he also just. tilts his head like he's thinking]

Yeah I can't do spoilers. FYI. That includes places.

[ah.

akira wasn't asking, max...]

[purrtagonist]

[arches a brow, arms folded, shoulder resting against the wall. he won't sit until Max tells him he can, he ain't that rude]

Wasn't asking, but thanks for the "non-spoiler."

[concertmaster]

[Max is not that polite, so they're at an impasse. He sits down on his own bed, arms and legs crossed and trying to look judgmental.

again he is four feet tall]

You said you had stuff to ask, how the fuck am I supposed to know which one's a real question or not? Anyway, spill it already.

[purrtagonist]

[well, he asked]

Was I right? Are you a Reaper, too?

[concertmaster]

[... he kicks his legs idly]

I'm a host, Joker.

[well. that's a non-answer.]

[purrtagonist]

[hashtag spoilers]

What's the difference between a host and a Reaper?

[concertmaster]

That's above your pay grade.

[a beat]

And before you ask, you'd need one heck of a promotion to get the answer, so it's the same even with the other idiots.

[purrtagonist]

"Above my pay grade" or "spoilers but I'm telling you it's above your pay grade so you drop it?"

[concertmaster]

Above your pay grade.

[he's not budging on that]

If you don't want to drop it, door's right there.

[purrtagonist]

[. . .]

Hm.

[moving on--]

Did you at least play in and win a Game prior to becoming a host?

[concertmaster]

Yeah.

[chinhands]

The Game was a fucking horror show and I'm not gonna talk about it, since I'm guessing that was your next question.

[purrtagonist]

[mmmmm. pushes his glasses back on his nose so the lenses obscure his expression, which is a good thing. his eyes are narrowing slightly, but only momentarily, before his features soften]

It was. I'll skip it.

[not a Rank 1 conversation, got it. maybe not even a Rank 10 one]

Why did you decide to become a host?