[Audio] @ SuprNerd - open

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[The first few seconds of the recording is just Quentin breathing, fast and shaky at first and just before he speaks, the breathing evens out. The whole speech will be said fast and jerky, like the words are just spilling out without thought.]

What the hell? I can't be the only one who's thinking this, but just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened? This place, oh shit, this place just-- did any of you see things? Hear things? Fucking feel things? And why? Just, why? I thought we were here to help, to find a way to solve this-- this whole puzzle and suddenly there's something here that made me think I was losing--? That's just-- it was just to fuck with all of us?

What the hell? That's what I want to know - just, what the hell? Is this hell? Is that why?

So, if you're listening to this, lady in the lighthouse? Fuck you! Seriously. Fuck. You.

Also, someone took my hoodie and I need that, so please bring it back. Thanks.

Comments

— audio / @parker.

[webshoots]

Is this where I say welcome to Beacon, tagline: creepy death town? Because — hey, welcome.

Re: — audio / @parker.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Fuck you, too, Peter! I was at the fucking river and-- fuck all of this!

1/2

[webshoots]

@javert, voice

[policier]

Yes, yes, we all saw them. There is no need to get hysterical about it.

( Javert himself sounds exasperated, tired. He may not be any good at calming people down, but the last thing he needs is for others to start freaking out. It will not do anyone any good, so he continues evenly, )

This is hardly the first strange occurrence to have happened here.

2/3 whoops

[webshoots]

We all were, Quentin. Everyone here has just been through something really unpleasant. This place isn't fun and games, and I'm sorry— I'm sorry for whatever you saw, whatever you experienced, but that's what this place is. The first month we were here? We got to see how everyone died. The next month, half the town did die, again.

[webshoots]

I get it, I really do. D'you think seeing— [ a breath. ] Being here to help and being here to go through that aren't mutually exclusive.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Hysterical? Fuck you, dude. Honestly, just-- go fuck yourself.

[Because the worst thing hadn't been the fear or the fucking horror show of watching literally his greatest mistakes and regrets paraded infront of him for days. It had been the quiet kind of slip in to surrendering and the calm acceptance of insanity. Again.]

Well, it was a fucking first for me!

[policier]

And I daresay it will not be the last. Perhaps you should find a better way to cope with it than to yell obscenities at me. It is not helpful.

( He sounds unbothered by it, though, for what it's worth. )

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Voice shaking with impotent anger, Quentin is breathing too hard and too close to the microphone.]

I could fucking handle seeing how people died! It's not like it's this big secret that we all had to die to get here, but this? Making me-- making us see these things? Hear these things? And Robin knew? You have no fucking idea what-- and you still want to help her?

That's shit! All of this is shit! Fuck! [Followed by the sound of something solid hitting the wall before the sound cuts out.]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

You--! No, you know what? You're right, I should find a better way to cope.

[policier]

What will you do, then?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

That's really none of your business.

[webshoots]

I'm not touching the mess of you apparently lacking empathy to the point that you'd be unaffected by being forced to experience the deaths of other people from their own perspective.

[ for what it's worth, peter just sounds tired. there's irritation there, but it's not really directed at quentin — this sucks, a lot, and he gets the anger, but this? this isn't how to deal with it. ]

You don't know the first thing about what I want or about what I believe here. But this isn't about what I think, so just answer me this — and I need you to take a moment to think about the answer: is this helping? I don't mean that dismissively or sarcastically, I genuinely mean that: is yelling at me helping [ breath of a pause, as if for emphasis ] you?

Text | @Nightshade

[primordialerebus]

Uh. I can help you find your hoodie at least?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Yeah? It's black. With a zipper? Have you seen it?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Okay, so that's going to shut Quentin up for a minute as he paces the cabin, tablet held in a white-knuckled grip.]

I-- first off, I have empathy? And you never-- you never said it was from their perspective? You just said you saw it? So.

[He clears his throat.]

Nothing is going to help, okay? Not yelling at you, not yelling at the trees. This just fucking sucks and we're stuck here and it's just shit. Even kicking the trees does nothing. And-- fuck, I lost the books! I even lost the fu-- shit!

[policier]

Then I will not speak further about it, if that is what you wish.

( He could offer a suggestion, a way to cope, but Javert wouldn't know a healthy coping mechanism even if it hit in him the face. The best he's done is work himself to the brink of exhaustion, and even that's not always helpful. )

Take care, monsieur.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uh huh, right. No, see, what I wish [and there's so much sarcasm dripping from those words] is for none of this to have happened in the first place. That no one would be cruel enough to do this. That's what I wish.

[policier]

Cease your whining. You speak as if first time you have experienced hardship. Is it? I do not know what sort of fantasy land you've been living in, but the world I came from — that world was never kind, or fair. I never would have gotten far in my life had I acted as you do, being mad at others and feeling sorry for myself.

( That finally seems to get a rise out him, his voice stern and severe. Whatever Quentin said obviously hit a personal cord. )

[webshoots]

I didn't say you didn't. That's what the apparently was there for.

—Okay. Then go take five, or an hour, a day, a week, or however long it takes to get your head in order. Talk to someone, it doesn't matter who. This does suck, but that doesn't mean it's hopeless.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Feeling sorry for myself-- are you? What? You--! How dare you--! You fucking dick!

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Yeah, nice try trying to cover your ass on the apparently. I have empathy. This isn't even-- it's not about that? At all?

It's-- my head is in order, my head is fine! And-- please don't do that? I never said it was hopeless, I said it sucks and it's shit!

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[webshoots]

—Sure, fine, whatever. I'm not going to argue semantics.

You know there are kids here, right? Teenagers. Other adults that are just as scared. And you've got to know that you don't know what anyone else saw or heard or felt. Doing this in public isn't going to help anyone. Not you, not them. You haven't said it's hopeless in words, but what you are saying is that talking won't help. You're saying yelling won't help. Punching — trees won't help, which, yeah, I can see that, to be honest.

But if continuing on like this is how you really wanna deal with this? That's entirely your right, but take it off the network.

[webshoots]

But — okay, so for the sake of argument: you asked if anyone else saw, heard, felt... [ he leaves the rest of that sentence, he knows he doesn't need to fill it in. ] If I answer that, do you really want to know? Do you want to know how scared I am? How much I hate it here and how worried I am that I can't go home? How much there's a voice in the back of my head that says my family probably thinks I've either abandoned them, or I am dead.

Because I do. I hate it. I'm terrified. I miss my — mom. My girlfriend. Me trying to keep it together isn't for me, it's for them.

You want to get your friend home? The one you told me about, the one that shouldn't be here? Take a step back and breathe. It's not okay, not right now, but you've got to believe it will be, because what other choice is there?

[policier]

I am merely speaking the truth. Perhaps instead of complaining, you should do something useful. This world is not going to get any better if we do not try to make it so.