[Week 1, Wednesday: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[I hear the angry tiny is at the park now!!]

[it isn't hard for Akira to find him. and when he does, he approaches with a wave and a slightly slouched posture, one hand clutching a cardboard cup of. . . something?? hint: it's coffee]

Soooooo.

How goes our babysitting gig?

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[concertmaster]

I'm a realist.

[he's a cynic.]

And that's not a good enough reason for me to involve myself in your Reaper affairs when you've got a perfectly adequate boss now. Especially when I've got other shit to do.

[purrtagonist]

[yeah, definitely a cynic]

Define "other shit."

[concertmaster]

[gestures at all of the things around them]

I'm in charge of Players, dumbass. Making sure their side runs properly.

[so, y'know. other shit]

[purrtagonist]

[OTHER SHIT]

Players, led by the Host. Reapers, led by the Conductor.

[. . .]

Is there anyone else? Besides you and Maya?

[concertmaster]

The Composer.

[duhhhhhhhhhh]

[purrtagonist]

[LISTEN]

Cheeky. Anyone besides you, Maya and the Composer?

[concertmaster]

Yeah, we also got idiot Reapers who ask dumb questions.

[he loves you, really?]

[purrtagonist]

[does he though]

And I'm going to keep asking dumb questions until I figure out which questions are less dumb.

Back-tracking a little bit-- why is the Composer so short-staffed? What happened to their usual pool of Reapers?

[concertmaster]

[...ehhhhhhhhh]

You'd have to ask the Composer. I don't know who the fuck their usual are.

[purrtagonist]

Cool. How do I set up an appointment with them?

[a little dry because he knows it ain't that easy]

[concertmaster]

Ask your Conductor and hope she doesn't just awkwardly laugh and hum as she tries to figure out if she'd get Erased again just for asking.

[sounds! fun!]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . sorry in advance Maya Fey. . .]

Does the Composer have a temper?

[concertmaster]

Eh. I wouldn't say they don't have one.

[purrtagonist]

[that's fair]

Noted.

[absolutely no promises made about not pissing them off, tho. Akira please]

Do you know what their ultimate goal is, in running a Game like this one? You said they believed it for the best of everyone involved, but. . .

[trails off]

[concertmaster]

To prove a point. That's about it.

[he seems honest about this, at least]

[purrtagonist]

[Sipp gagtagged me with this and now I'm sus]

. . .

To prove a point to whom? Us, or someone else?

[concertmaster]

[:3]

Both, I guess.

[purrtagonist]

. . .

[holy fuck]

You know I'm no stranger to being a pawn in some cosmic being's game, right?

[concertmaster]

Yeah. So? Welcome to the Game. It's pretty much always like that.

[purrtagonist]

[and suddenly, he grins, sharp and Joker-ish]

Is that so.

Another question: if it's "both," then who opposes the Composer?

[concertmaster]

Gee, I dunno. Jinkies, what a mystery! Is it... is it just not relevant to you? Holy shit. It isn't.

[purrtagonist]

Yep. That's about what I expected.

[he does not at all seem bothered by this]

[concertmaster]

Yeah, you probably saw that one coming. [there's a look there] You sure are obsessed with knowing what the Composer's up to. You gunning for a promotion?

[gunning, ha ha]

[purrtagonist]

[gunning. ha ha]

[completely level]

Maybe.

[concertmaster]

Huh.

[...huh.]