[Open to Investigators]

[wantedittobeagame]

[Everyone might have heard... something trying to come through from Adachi yesterday morning after the party, but it was garbled and hard to hear, like he was talking through water. It's not until the next day that he actually manages to get something through.]

Man, it's hard to talk like this when you're hung over...

[He let out an embarrassed noise, before continuing.]

So, if you guys don't mind humoring me, gimme a sec to make sure I've got all this right:

Cultures and Humanities want to promote social law, and I'm guessing cultural acceptance so we all can work better together toward a brighter future.

Ecological Sciences wants to create some mutant plant to help restore the earth.

And the Tech group wants to build something that flies... I guess so it'd be easier to extend the school's reach.

[There's a pause.]

...am I the only one that thinks they shouldn't be fighting over who gets the big check?

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[wantedittobeagame]

...you're kidding, right?

[He only wished he never had to worry about funds.]

But... for show? Why d'you think that?

[tireur]

Not in the least.

And because if it was for show, there would be more pageantry, and fewer concerns about their public house being shut down to afford the prize.

[wantedittobeagame]

I live on a detective's salary back home. The only thing I don't have to worry about is my beer budget.

[SIGH]

But no, I don't think it's for show. It is something serious; we all saw it when we ended up on this place. I still don't think they should be competing against each other for it though.

[tireur]

As long as the winners accomplish something that will better the situation here, I see no problem with the competition.

[wantedittobeagame]

But it might not be enough... and maybe not even enough to end this Jaunt.

[tireur]

I've seen no evidence that the Trumps' aim is to make all three branches co-operate, either. If they want one side to win, and we focus on all sides, we may still find ourselves stranded.

[wantedittobeagame]

T-that... urgh...

[Well, he couldn't argue with that logic either. Dammit.]

[tireur]

What was that?

[Inasmuch as straight thought can be likened to sound, he sounds puzzled.

Inarticulate dead end, or something playing merry hell with the psychic connection? Either seems entirely possible, at this point.]

[wantedittobeagame]

Sorry, sorry; I just don't see how any of this can end well if people are working against each other, rather than with each other.

[tireur]

They're temporary rivals, not enemies. As I understand it, they cooperate well enough in the normal run of things. A little competition won't change that.

If anything, it will give the losing factions all the more reason to refine their ideas and techniques, so they might win the next prize.

[wantedittobeagame]

If they have that long... who's to say the state of the world will give them that time.

Now that I think about it, do we even know what's out there?

[Or did he miss that while he was drunk on his ass the other day?]

[tireur]

What little I've managed to glean about the outside environment has been...difficult to understand. There was a war, and some poison now makes much of the land useless for farming.

[U n d e r s t a t e m e n t. But he's a 17th Century soldier; what does he know about radiation?]

As bad as it sounds, there's no sign that the End of Days is upon us - if things were truly so dire that fortnight or two would make or break this keep's survival, I have little doubt that they'd set their competition aside.

[wantedittobeagame]

[He really wanted to say he felt that way before, and ended up face to no-feet with a death goddess, but... a little optimism would probably do him some good. Right?]

Eh... I hope you're right.