Th-there's not much point is there? The competition's almost over. Wh-why would you waste your time talking to s-some revolting bitch who just wandered in from backstage?
Go spend that time with people you actually g-give a crap about.
You mean the people I've been talking to for almost two months? [ Please. ] I'll get there, it's not like there isn't time. Besides, you've been trying to help us too, haven't you?
As m-much as we were even c-capable of, without everything g-getting completely scrambled or screwed up. So I w-wouldn't be surprised if anyone but the m-most industrious of us even made the f-f-faintest impression on you.
I wanted to ask you a little more about the season you were a part of before you became crew. And maybe a little about the things you've experienced backstage. Did you start working right after your season ended?
Eugh. [she holds her head, pained.] It was horrible. We h-had to be in a s-singing competition, but also f-fight demons? And there were murders every week.
And my team lost, so obviously I had to do something about it.
Y-yes. [she's had to explain it enough times by now to stop playing coy about it, even if she hates the way people look at her.]
My sch-school was turned into a sanctuary from the collapsing outside world, b-but the people responsible were secretly inside with us. They wiped our memories and convinced us if we wanted to return to our lives outside, we would have to k-kill a classmate and get away with it.
...And...a while after I escaped from that place, I was caught in a massacre game run by psycho children. Just hunting down people in a slaughterhouse city. I wasn't the target, but I was made to g-guide one of the victims through...I stopped, though. We stopped that game together.
[ Ah. Well... there is a look of sympathy, yes, but for a moment after it morphs into something a little like anger and a little like understanding. ]
A couple of months ago, nine of us were kidnapped from our homes and brought to a sinking ship, locked in separate rooms and given a puzzle to solve. Once we all met up, we were told our objective was to play a game of life or death, and we had nine hours to seek a way out and find the right door before the ship sank completely. [ He holds up his left wrist where the red bracelet sits. ] These were our monitors. We were told if we didn't scan in correctly or we didn't play by the rules, a detonator would be triggered and a bomb inside our stomachs would explode.
Most of us escaped, too, but... the person responsible was inside with us as well. [ So... same hat? ] Going into another massacre game like that must have been hard on you. Being a target's pretty bad, but having to keep someone else safe is just as nerve-wracking.
[It's insult on top of injury. Sick masterminding at its worst.]
I don't think anyone who s-signed up knew that it would be a killing game for certain, I just...felt like it was too suspicious. And I was right. Then, and again here. People didn't think this would be a killing season either.
...I'm s-sorry you had to double up on this killing game bullshit, too. What the hell is wrong with these people?
[ He doesn't usually tell people this right away, but he thinks it might help her feel a little more at ease. So yeah. ]
Every room was different. If you couldn't solve the puzzles inside, you were trapped.
... somehow that's worse. But I don't think anyone who signed onto this show would have suspected it'd turn out like this either. Contract may've said grievous bodily harm, but that still doesn't equate to murdering each other. The whole thing felt sketchy from the start and only got worse the longer we were here. [ Mm... ] There are some things we are maybe just not meant to understand. But thanks. Hopefully after this it'll be the last time for both of us, huh?
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You look like you'd rather be anywhere else right now.
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Why are you t-talking to me?
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Should I not be?
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Go spend that time with people you actually g-give a crap about.
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You were willing to try. You have to see how important that is in a situation like this. It says a lot.
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[how could they.]
But, forget that. If you r-really want to speak to me, then you go right ahead. I won't stop you. Wh-what do you need?
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I wanted to ask you a little more about the season you were a part of before you became crew. And maybe a little about the things you've experienced backstage. Did you start working right after your season ended?
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Eugh. [she holds her head, pained.] It was horrible. We h-had to be in a s-singing competition, but also f-fight demons? And there were murders every week.
And my team lost, so obviously I had to do something about it.
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Were the demons always a part of it? Or were you guys just told it'd be a singing competition and the demons and murder came later?
[ He's mostly curious if the company has a reputation of leaving out major plot points here. ]
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I t-tried to warn them though. I knew it was too s-suspicious from the start, and no one would listen to me.
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... were you in a situation like this before, too?
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Y-yes. [she's had to explain it enough times by now to stop playing coy about it, even if she hates the way people look at her.]
My sch-school was turned into a sanctuary from the collapsing outside world, b-but the people responsible were secretly inside with us. They wiped our memories and convinced us if we wanted to return to our lives outside, we would have to k-kill a classmate and get away with it.
...And...a while after I escaped from that place, I was caught in a massacre game run by psycho children. Just hunting down people in a slaughterhouse city. I wasn't the target, but I was made to g-guide one of the victims through...I stopped, though. We stopped that game together.
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A couple of months ago, nine of us were kidnapped from our homes and brought to a sinking ship, locked in separate rooms and given a puzzle to solve. Once we all met up, we were told our objective was to play a game of life or death, and we had nine hours to seek a way out and find the right door before the ship sank completely. [ He holds up his left wrist where the red bracelet sits. ] These were our monitors. We were told if we didn't scan in correctly or we didn't play by the rules, a detonator would be triggered and a bomb inside our stomachs would explode.
Most of us escaped, too, but... the person responsible was inside with us as well. [ So... same hat? ] Going into another massacre game like that must have been hard on you. Being a target's pretty bad, but having to keep someone else safe is just as nerve-wracking.
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The surprise reads plain on her face.]
Puzzles?
[It's insult on top of injury. Sick masterminding at its worst.]
I don't think anyone who s-signed up knew that it would be a killing game for certain, I just...felt like it was too suspicious. And I was right. Then, and again here. People didn't think this would be a killing season either.
...I'm s-sorry you had to double up on this killing game bullshit, too. What the hell is wrong with these people?
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Every room was different. If you couldn't solve the puzzles inside, you were trapped.
... somehow that's worse. But I don't think anyone who signed onto this show would have suspected it'd turn out like this either. Contract may've said grievous bodily harm, but that still doesn't equate to murdering each other. The whole thing felt sketchy from the start and only got worse the longer we were here. [ Mm... ] There are some things we are maybe just not meant to understand. But thanks. Hopefully after this it'll be the last time for both of us, huh?