[PUBLIC CHANNEL] DAY 51

[criticallyfucked]

Has anyone found anything substantial?

Because I've been reading for hours... every day, mind, and all I'm finding is peas.

Just... peas.

And I know there's more.

[Pause.]

We're dozens of eyes, at least some of which are... looking for relevance.

[Shima.]

So if you've found anything to share, it might be faster to combine what we do have, rather than combing over the same things multiple times?

[Listen. No one said he was good at team work.

But if everyone's combing out individual peas and grains in the dirt, then at least combining them might make some sort of passable salad.

Or maybe someone is holding out.]

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[prazerbutterfly]

Maybe. [It's because he knows someone who can, without a doubt, do what Foster wants. All Foster is going to get is a heavy doze of laughter.

He's in too deep for such a public transmission.]

I think that's enough for now. We're off topic.

[criticallyfucked]

[He meant the Ringmaster, Tyki.]

Mmmm.

[Just a quiet sound of agreement.

He's still thinking, though. About ascension, and the Mother of Invention, and the Winter Court.]

[prazerbutterfly]

[Oh, he knows that's who he meant but since when does she indulge in his wants? He's heard their O so public conversations.]

I'll leave you to your thoughts, either way.