Fifty Ninth Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict is frustrated. It's bad enough the castle favours Earth holidays above all others, but now this...idiocy has occurred. She doesn't mind the drinks turning into alcohol, as was the case in other years, because after all, people being drunk at this time of the year on the Disc was fairly regular.

...But this was something else entirely]

Another well spent Hogswatch in this ridiculous place, then. When you people stop being idiots, you'll get your gifts from me.

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[mal_addict]

[She looks confused for a moment, because she's still not sure how certain Earth things work. Still, that's besides the point]

Then you have my deepest sympathies.

[hard_talker]

Eh, there's another party, they're supposed to balance them out. Supposed to. There're ... varying degrees of success.

[mal_addict]

Most places in the Disc have kings or queens. Ankh Morpork has the Patrician, but he was more a calm, hostile takeover, from what I understand.

[hard_talker]

[he laughs] How the fuck do you have a calm hostile takeover?

[mal_addict]

From what I learned, the people of the city were fed up the current rulers, what with the mad kings and the even madder patricians. [She shrugs] Vetinari was in the right place at the right time, I suppose.

But that's only what I've learned on the grapevine. Ankh Morpork is a long way away, and newspapers are one of those abominations unto Nuggan. It makes learning about what else is happening on the Disc very hard.

[hard_talker]

Sounds like playing one really really long, complicated game of Telephone.

[mal_addict]

Those are the machines you can hear people speak through, right?

[hard_talker]

Yeah, they call the game "Telephone" because of how those used to work, when they were first invented. Because they were all kind of shitty.

The idea of the game is, everyone stands in a line, and the first person makes up a sentence, like "Mark has chicken pox", and whispers it in the second person's ear. Then they whisper what they heard into the next person's ear, and so on. By the time it gets to the end, usually someone somewhere couldn't hear for shit, and the last person ends up with something like "Mars has chicks with cocks".

[mal_addict]

[She chuckles here] No doubt Nikola would have an opinion on that.

Oh. So the information changes with each person's perception of what they received.

[hard_talker]

Yeah, exactly. The goal of the game is to get something really, really ridiculous by the time it gets to the other end ... it's funnier when you have a whole long line of people.

[mal_addict]

Now that would be entertaining to see.

[hard_talker]

Wonder if we could organize one somehow... find a way to get it to spread through the whole place, but without anyone using their journal ...

[great, now you've got him thinking]

[mal_addict]

Just wait until the castle locks us all in a room again and get presto.

[hard_talker]

Might have to put it on my to-do list. [and with that, he's out of cigarette. huh. he looks down at it as though he's wondering where it all went.

into your lungs, moron, that is where]

[mal_addict]

[Good job, there Mark]

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