Audience - Euphausia

[holyspirits]

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[trifocal]

But why work for them? Did you know what they would ask of you, and what the consequences would be, when you took your contract?

[murderofwoes]

I'm not the kind of person who takes on a job without knowing what it entails. Though I've been employed by them far longer than this project was ever even in talks.

[trifocal]

What? Really...?

What did that work entail before, then?

[murderofwoes]

An inordinate amount of babysitting with quite frankly terrible coworkers at first. I suppose I'm something of a personal assistant now.

[trifocal]

To the entity?

... Who is the entity, really? Why do they wish to sabotage our hopes of redemption?

[murderofwoes]

Pettiness, mostly.

[ as for who

unhelpfully doesn't say ]

They've highlighted their gripes in codes.

[trifocal]

In codes...?

[murderofwoes]

[ looking at her like she is being particularly stupid because wednesday is a mean girl ]

Yes.

[trifocal]

[ (un)fortunately, eupha is used to that. ]

... What codes were those? Do you mean the Morse code messages?

[murderofwoes]

It's a wonder you people managed to solve a single murder.

Of course I meant the messages that were sent to you.

[trifocal]

The songs...?

[ It couldn't be the stolen knock-knock jokes... ]

[murderofwoes]

Were part of it, yes. Though just because the messages were stolen doesn't mean it wasn't meant to mean something.

[trifocal]

Why did they not simply say what they meant without using codes?

[murderofwoes]

Because then it wouldn't be much of a game, would it?

[trifocal]

Is all of this truly a game to them?

Our very souls have been on the line, all this time. Why be so cruel?

[murderofwoes]

It's not like your souls would perish even if the project failed. The worst case scenario for any of you is Hell, is it not?

[trifocal]

I... well, perhaps? But, that would still be a rather unpleasant fate, as I understand it...

[murderofwoes]

It depends on how you feel about overpopulation. [ she shrugs ] It's not like your chances at redemption were made null by their interference, was it?

[trifocal]

[ she imagines, and unwittingly shares, the mental image of a crowd of party demons having a big drunken rave party with guy fieri.

this is not eupha's scene. ]

Mine may have not, but what of those who were influenced or killed?

[murderofwoes]

[ her face goes >:| for a second

more >:|

an exasperated >:| ]

I can't say for those influenced, as I'm not the one making the judgment, but I rather remember it being shared that the redemption chances of those who wound up at the healing center weren't affected.

[trifocal]

Er, so... it is not our redemption that they seek to disrupt? What, then, do they use us for?

... What are these "doors" that are so often mentioned?

[murderofwoes]

Well, I can't say pettily messing with the project isn't part of it. But I told you. This is a game.

[ as for doors. well. ]

Mainly a metaphor about being let in and out, though I do believe you all got quite more stuck on doors than any reasonable being could have ever expected.

[trifocal]

Then, did the mentions of doors merely point to your role of allowing them passage into this realm...?

[ ... ]

I do not understand this pettiness... Is it God who has drawn your employer's ire? Or have we done something to offend?

[murderofwoes]

I understand how their mind works, that doesn't mean I care what the messages they were sending meant. The songs were particularly embarrassing.

[ anyway. ]

Of course it's God. Who would care about a random assortment of souls who weren't even considered good enough to make it here?

[trifocal]

[ I'm somewhat relieved to hear that...

to the comment about the songs, mostly, but also to know they were not personally targeted. ]

What did God do to upset them so much?