audience: karma

[mygod]

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[intrapid]

[ just like cloud..... ]

Who are you?

[ gets his rock ready ]

[egodist]

You know me as Famine.

[ and the voice is the same ]

[intrapid]

Sure, okay. But who are you? Famine is only a moniker.

[ nehan, essek, what weird ass name does this one have ]

[egodist]

[ yawns ]

Scien Brofiise. Does that matter?

[intrapid]

[ why is having a weird name a prerequisite for becoming an overseer ]

I like knowing who I'm talking to. "Famine" never really gave me much to work off of... Those little codenames and costumes of yours were all cute and stuff, but kinda unnecessary, you know?

[egodist]

No. Too many of you are already overly friendly without us, even without knowing personal details.

[intrapid]

That's just how people are. And when you're all mysterious about hiding yourself, they try that much harder to get to you. Your attempt at privacy just backfired.

[egodist]

You make a lot of assumptions as always.

Talk to me about something worthwhile instead of this if you bothered to call me.

[ how much scien is or is not known doesn't strike him as an interesting topic ]

[intrapid]

Underwear?

[ will he talk about the underwear? ]

[egodist]

Oh right, you've all been harassing Pesto about this.

[intrapid]

That's right! Will I finally get to hear the facts?

[egodist]

I wasn't there. Ask Pesto.

[intrapid]

Is Pestilence really the only one putting in the work?

[ what good are you!! famine!!!! aaaa ]

Then tell me about the other times you were there. Boothill says you guys are doing the same sort of stuff we're working on in our town. I want to compare notes.

[egodist]

No, brat, we alternate.

People get tasks, and upon completion of a task, we receive information. Since those tasks weren't assigned to you, I don't care to share details, but you can obviously get them from people who received the order. [ like with the underwear ]

[intrapid]

Fine. So who all has received orders?

[ so he can shake information out of them, violently if he must, if they're all stupid things like stealing underwear and stuff nobody would admit to in public?? ]

[egodist]

Why would I tell you that? Just harass everyone the same way that you're harassing us.

The most important part is the information gained, not the task done to accomplish it.

[intrapid]

I'll tell them Famine sent me...

[ mumble grumble gonna make me pc every single dead and throw letters out into the wind for all the living to find all our underwear thieves ]

What have you learned so far?

[egodist]

I don't mind.

[ go be a terror karma, he thinks it's funny ]

Hmm... What did the underwear thief tell you? There's information scattered on all sides.

[intrapid]

Not much. Just that he got a note about the town we're in that's supposedly in the cult's blind spot, at least for now. Nothing I already didn't know, since I've been actually living it.

[ all he heard about was the existence of the graveyard. cool! definitely good information to those who are still alive, but it doesn't do him any good where he is ]

[egodist]

Mm.

[ that's so funny that that's the only plot note the gy got... it's about them... ]

... in your letters, inquire about it. There are pieces known to them that you need, and items known to you that they need. They need to be connected together to be worth anything. The mail should be useful for this.

I can confirm that those pieces together do have to do with the ritual, at the very least.

[intrapid]

You guys need our rocks...?

[ machine parts???? stares at the mailbox with all the sad leftover keychains and other gifts

actually, you know what? no. he can be baffled about that later, right now he's just a little bit angry ]

Be serious, Scien. Just tell me instead of this whole roundabout bullshit. It's a waste of time when you already know everything, and I don't know whose hands those letters will end up in. Here, it's just you and me, in your head. There's no more secure conversation than this.

[egodist]

[ rolls eyes ]

Don't get irritated with me when you're the one who isn't thinking, brat. You're a moron if you think I'd send you on a roundabout fetch quest that I don't even know if you can accomplish if I could just tell you myself.

Why would I send a child around to pester people if I could speak openly on it? Why would Death? We'd just solve this all ourselves.

It's not about being monitored by the cult, it's about the specifications of how we're getting this information in the first place. We can't share the findings ourselves or else we'll stop getting them.

[intrapid]

[ he's just "famine is doing this to be an asshole. makes sense. i'd do the same." ]

What am I supposed to think when you're giving me literally nothing to work with? All I know is what we're doing on our end, where we recover physical books with actual text on pieces of paper.

[egodist]

[ if only. he prizes efficiency too much for this ]

Pay closer attention. I am telling you to ask the living via mail. Even if only one person gets the task, anyone with two braincells to rub together will tell people—it seems they just haven't died to arrive on the other side.

[ there is a thoughtful look ]

There is more information that some of you might not realize is important. Items that a few of you who have died should have seen, based on my understanding of abductions, but could not retrieve.

Those coordinate with some of the information you do have.

[intrapid]

I've already given them everything we have so far, but I'm a little concerned about the number of braincells over there... I don't know how they're supposed to tell us anything back. People keep talking about our little get-togethers on Saturdays, but that's hardly efficient conversation.

[ why can't the overseers just play telephone in real time, can they do this, can you imagine having to jump back and forth between two pcs like "karma said such-and-such" ]

...you're talking about what Nona and Erin went through. Nona mentioned being like a ghost, unable to touch things. But the actual amount of information we have is still just... body parts and rocks.