The exercise:
Write about: being in the minority.
Looks like Trudeau's Liberals remain in charge after election day, but they are no longer in the majority. I'm okay with this.
Mostly because thank everything that is good in the world the Conservatives did not win.
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It seems like Canadian politics is a bit more sensible than a lot of the rest of the politics around the world at the moment; though there is hope for the UK after the 31st of October I think, when there will probably be a general election called to get rid of the odious Boris Johnson.
Being in the minority
The Incarnates were pretending to ignore Doom sitting next to Death, but the conversations had quietened significantly and there was a lot of nervous movement going on. Mercy appeared to have disappeared altogether, though Death did fairly quickly locate her sitting up with the musicians and trying to blend into the background. Cernunnos stopped talking to Death, probably worried that their conversation would be overheard, and the blob-god slithered away to hide behind the strand of light. Despite being very definitely in the minority, Death and Doom were strongly affecting the majority.
“Are you here on business or pleasure?” asked Death. “I cannot summon you, and I don’t think you’re even mentioned in the Accords, let alone governed by them.”
“A little of both,” said Moros. I allowed the Moirae to respond to your summons and they’ve been reporting back to me. I am… honestly somewhat surprised. You’ve stirred up the pigeons well enough, but I don’t see what your endgame is. Why are you asking a group of people who couldn’t agree if it was daytime or nighttime if they want to modify the Accords? Even if they decide to do so, how will you get… well, accord out of them?”
“The Accords are a distraction,” said Death. “Although the resurrection of the Infanta should be rather worrying for a few of them. What I wanted to see is who is playing games here.”
“Playing games?” Moros leaned forward, resting a hand on his knee and then his chin on his fist. He surveilled the room, amusing himself by noting who fell quietest when his gaze crossed them. “I like games, but surely everyone here is a gameplayer?”
“Some more than others,” said Death. “Someone in particular is playing a very specific game, and I have yet to figure out why. I think there are things I’ve not been told.”
“And are you told everything?”
“It is hard to hide things from Death,” said Death, “but not impossible. Similarly, it is possible to postpone doom, but not forever.”
Moros smiled, causing fourteen Incarnates to all pull aside and look around hoping that it wasn’t them that was being smiled at. “I think you’re reaching a conclusion,” he said. “But I am at a loss to know how you’re doing that. Where can you be getting your information from? Can I share it?”
“I doubt it,” said Death. “But that is fair in its own way. I am tasked with being the ultimate conclusion, while you are more of the guide along the way. You perceive the bigger picture, while I must concern myself with all the details.”
“I can’t decide if you’re bragging or complaining.”
There was a moment’s silence. Then Death spoke again, and his voice was sonorous and almost cheerful. “Did I tell you about the selfiecide?” he asked. “There was a novelty I didn’t expect. It’s taken me to some of the most beautiful locations in the world.”
Moros laughed, and the musicians shivered but kept playing. “This is what’s unfair,” he said. “I assign people to these places and events, but you actually get to be there and taking part.”
Greg - ah yes, Boris. I suspect you're not particularly unhappy to not be living in the UK at this time. But yeah, hopefully that gets sorted out in November.
'Selfiecide'... hahaha, yeah. I'm glad you found a way to bring that in to this.
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