You have reached Festival, king of entertainers and entertainer of kings. I'm fairly certain this device will allow you to leave a message. Best of luck with that.
[He says it wryly, but there's some truth to it in him.]
Been talking with Jon about...putting my particular skills to use. Writing official letters to certain heads of this whole little set up we're in with the hopes of earning a audience.
[He'll let that sit a moment before he continues with the real question in this.]
[Maybe he should have waited until they were face to face, so he could see better how to gauge this. How to soften it.
No, maybe not. He already feels like a tool, manipulating Festival's reaction would only be worse.]
A harshly political noble for a partner? I doubt it.
[He sighs.]
Which is where the real question comes in: our contract's running it's course, if you'd rather out of any fallout from this, now's the time. We can let the thing lapse, let whatever happens happen, then resign after.
That's what you're calling to ask? Chris, when have I ever given you the impression I fear fallout? How many times now have I bankrupted the household with citations?
Don't be ridiculous. If they're cross with you, you'll need a good home and support to weather it.
It's based on Jon's data. Designation switches and inconsistencies within the city's governance. Plan to play it like a dignitary coming to call on a neighbor's political practices, but we'll see if they even listen.
[Festival might hear the rattle of the door both through the phone and in the house as Chris gets home.]
Ah-hold on.
[He turns off the call and juggles what groceries and the present he's brought back as he enters the house.]
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Hey. Hope your day’s going well. Heading home, so if you want anything, speak up.
Also…got something serious to put in your lovely ear.
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Alright...I know a place. You're getting a special one, though. I'll bring it home with me.
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But I know this isn't what you called about.
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[He says it wryly, but there's some truth to it in him.]
Been talking with Jon about...putting my particular skills to use. Writing official letters to certain heads of this whole little set up we're in with the hopes of earning a audience.
[He'll let that sit a moment before he continues with the real question in this.]
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No, you're right, that's exactly the sort of thing I do deserve.
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No, maybe not. He already feels like a tool, manipulating Festival's reaction would only be worse.]
A harshly political noble for a partner? I doubt it.
[He sighs.]
Which is where the real question comes in: our contract's running it's course, if you'd rather out of any fallout from this, now's the time. We can let the thing lapse, let whatever happens happen, then resign after.
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That's what you're calling to ask? Chris, when have I ever given you the impression I fear fallout? How many times now have I bankrupted the household with citations?
Don't be ridiculous. If they're cross with you, you'll need a good home and support to weather it.
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Maybe I was hoping you'd found some wisdom from all those times and take the writing on the wall?
I wanted to offer afore I made move, just in case. Full honest, I'd much rather be at home if papers arrive with my name.
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What sort of grievances do you mean to air?
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It's based on Jon's data. Designation switches and inconsistencies within the city's governance. Plan to play it like a dignitary coming to call on a neighbor's political practices, but we'll see if they even listen.
[Festival might hear the rattle of the door both through the phone and in the house as Chris gets home.]
Ah-hold on.
[He turns off the call and juggles what groceries and the present he's brought back as he enters the house.]
I'm home!