Baïlèro (Chants d'Auvergne)

[collector]

[What do you do after you're dragged through a strange experience involving dangerous powers, universal black-outs, and changes in a mysterious power structure that controls your life?

You make sure your brochures are up-to-date. May the callous bastard who doesn't care for accuracy rot in the same hell as that for plagiarists and people who mix red wine with white wine and call it 'pink.']

[At any rate, Braxiatel finishes the recalibration that offer information on the new management. He dusts off his suit, straightens his tie, and then drinks his tea.]

[Mission accomplished.]

Assuming it doesn't all break down, of course.

Comments

[collector]

I'd assume not neglect so much as 'bad handling.' It doesn't seem to me that our hosts understand what they are working with.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

No, that was my impression also.

[collector]

So we needs must endeavour to know for them. I'd also like to see a bit more organisational structure around here, but... [Something of a sigh and a wave of the hand.] It is a challenge. I can see why there's been nothing yet.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Seems like everyone's too busy trying to be mysterious that they've forgotten that they need to roll up their sleeves and actually get things done.

[collector]

Perhaps the experiment is actually how long something like this can function under poor supervision. [Contempt: he does it so well.]

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. [Bob does it better. There is absolutely no sign of any contempt anywhere, even in recognising it from Brax.]