.:Private Conversations for McBurn & The Conductor:.

[otherworldlyking]

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[otherworldlyking]

[ He guesses he'll just have to stick it in someone or something to find out!

Maybe he should get another one too. He's full of great ideas, really. ]

Oh?

Protests have been normal since the Empress' rule?

[disregartist]

Of course, ever since the Empress untethered the whole of Parliament from London. The Perpetual Protest is always there, between people who want their laws or ideas to be enacted. People who think the parliamentary system is still effective in this day and age.

[Shrug]

It's mostly about ridiculous issues, frankly. Entire months of squabbling over the name of sponge cake, and the bill doesn't even pass committee!

[otherworldlyking]

...Huh?

[ "Entire months of squabbling over the name of sponge cake"...he's looking like he just doesn't believe it. In the face of stars, universe time-space warping shit where people have blipped out of existence, memory fuckery, people whose hours can be taken away on a whim, and such...this is what causes the most bewildered look to appear on his face. ]

That wasn't a joke?

[disregartist]

I'm afraid not. As I said. Rather useless.

[otherworldlyking]

They should just decide things by fighting each other. It'd make it all go faster.

[ He rises to his feet; before he says he's leaving...anything unusual about the office if he takes an actual glance around, or no? He figures it doesn't matter since they're about to arrive to the Empress', but it can't hurt to take a look. ]

[disregartist]

That simply wouldn't be proper.

[There is the hint of a smile on her face at that, though.]

[otherworldlyking]

But, it'd be fun.

[ A slight smirk on his lips there. ]

They don't seem to have much of that; or you. Should try it sometime.

[ Well, he's done here, so he's going to take his departure. ]

Think I'm gonna head out now. See ya.

[disregartist]

[An eyebrow raises.]

Very well. Until later.