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Mayfield Mods ([personal profile] mayfield_mods) wrote2012-11-22 11:35 pm

event end: the beginning of the end

[At the Church of Salvation, the doors have been blasted open as if by a grenade. The interior of the church is normal- normal, that is, save for the glitch pockets surrounding the pews, growing and widening with each passing second. As with every glitch pocket you've encountered thus far, there are whispers tugging at the edges of your mind... but here, strangely, they're rather quiet despite your close proximity to the holes. The whispers are muted, as if something is suppressing them- and it's not hard to figure out what that something is.

A man is kneeling in front of the central pulpit, head bowed, unmoving. You've never seen him in person before, but somehow, instinctively, you know who this man is- or was. As you approach, his body flickers, rippling with the same sort of chaotic nothingness as the glitch pockets. You know, without asking, that Jonathan Zemekis won't be here for long.

As you stand before him, he raises his head and looks at you. His eyes are weary, broken, and surprisingly human; his voice is hoarse and defeated.]


So.

It's you.
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[personal profile] perfectsymmetry 2012-11-23 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowe stands there, rifle in his hands pointed at Zemekis. He's not sure if there's a point to doing this, but it's a safety precaution. His hands, however, are shaking, and Crowe's intense stare is as weary as Zemekis's.]

Y-Yeah.

So now what.
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[personal profile] perfectsymmetry 2012-11-23 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowe tenses, finger reaching for the trigger. But he doesn't pull it yet. That shaking in his hands is only getting worse.]

I-I don't know what to do! I-- I want to shoot you, right here and now. But it doesn't fix anything! Nothing will be fixed! All the damaged you've done-- Do you even have any idea?!
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[personal profile] perfectsymmetry 2012-11-23 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[That wasn't an answer he was expecting. After a momentary look of surprise, Crowe shook his head.] N-No, that-- Then why do all this to us!? People torn from their homes to be brought here a-and routinely tortured... If you felt it too, why do it?! You had to know that a better life couldn't happen here anymore, a-and yet you just kept it up!
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[personal profile] perfectsymmetry 2012-11-24 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Y-You... You... There had to be something you could have done! Something before i-it had gone so far! I've been here for years, i-it had to have....

[He's not even sure what to do anymore. He would rather have had Zemekis confess to doing it all completely on purpose. That way he'd have justification in his own anger and despair.]

A-And it wasn't just you. The Postman, Grady, the Mayor, they all.... You all treated us like less than human!
perfectsymmetry: (uuuh what)

[personal profile] perfectsymmetry 2012-11-25 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Wh-Which obviously meant we should be tortured and murdered. D-Do you have any idea how many times I've died here? Y-You brought us here under this pretense to make a better life, a-and this is what you all do! I-I--

[He stops himself to try and get himself under control, taking deep breath and shaking his head. When he speaks again it's quiet and level.]

What happens to the rest of us if... if you're gone?

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[personal profile] perfectsymmetry 2012-11-26 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowe looks positively horrified. And here he wasn't sure things could get worse. He's been a little too busy to catch the good doctor's radio broadcast.]

Johnson? Johnson's running the show now?! You're going to let her do that?!