[ He clears his throat, a little embarrassed but then hums again like it’ll help him figure it out. It doesn’t. ]
Maybe someone made it. [ He sings it out then waves a hand while he talks. ] Like… that isn’t here anymore because they got out. But now it’s route is cut off…
[ He lulls his head to one side, barely keeping an eye open. He outright punched himself then blinks a few times. ]
Do you remember when the- you could get out through it earlier? But now you can’t find it anymore until everyone else is gone. I think it hides it because there’s a way out in those tunnels. Or used to be anyway.
[ oh. here comes the noise again. julie frowns down at her lap, trying to focus in on quentin enough to drown out the entity's yelling. what she gets out of it is enough to make her scoff and shake her head. ]
Yeah, I remember having to patrol the fucking place just in case all two of you decided to take the trash chute out of the trial.
[ Quentin, slurring a little, keeps digging his nails from one hand into the palm of the other so he doesn't fall asleep mid-sentence. He shifts his sitting position again so his legs are folded up on the seat. He gives her a look for frowning. It wasn't that bad, was it? ]
Yeah, it was easier. Now the keys are a waste of space and don't really do anything. And I think it all changed because it really could've did something. So I thinng- I think that it was made by someone that got out and the Entity covered it up. Literally covers it until the last second in a trial.
[ she has no idea if quentin's close to the truth of it or not, but julie knows for a fact the entity wants her off this topic. it gets louder, more insistent, she looks up and sees a crow staring right at her from a perch on a splintered beam. ]
Do you need to sleep?
[ it's a sudden shift in topic, sure, but it's also a fair bet that at any given time quentin probably does need to sleep. even without the alcohol. ]
[ Quentin's thought process gets pulled away from the topic at the question and he just stares at her. His eyebrows very slowly go up, eyes locked on her face while the question sinks in. He opens his mouth to say something, closes it, narrows his eyes a little and then goes to say something again only to burst into hysterical laughter. ]
Do I need to- [ He snorts, giggling between words. His fingers turn to point at himself. ] Me? Yeah. Fucking probably!
[ Seemed funny to him. He lets the laughing die out pretty quickly. Oh, she’s serious. He rubs at his eyes, looking dejected like he just got asked to jump off a bridge instead. It’s basically the same association and the stupor he’s in has him wearing it all over his face. ]
Yeah… Don’t leave if I do. [ He leans back again, sinking. ] You said you wouldn’t. I need one of you here.
[ she leans over to put the vodka bottle on the table even, no more drinking! though she does think about texting susie to come take over when she can, just in case. ]
[ there's a kneejerk "no you wouldn't" that wants to come out, but julie's not going to argue with him right now. she's tipsy and he's going to sleep. julie just curls back up in the chair and pulls her phone out to harass frank into keeping her occupied so she doesn't fall asleep too. ]
[ He'd probably argue back if she argued. It'd be a whole thing. Luckily, they're drunk. So fuck that. He's completely zonked out in a deep sleep the second he stopped fighting it and going to remain there for hours, limp and completely still. Probably be mistaken for dead if he didn't snore a tiny bit in the middle there. Still breathing? Yup. 👌 Thanks. ]
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Maybe someone made it. [ He sings it out then waves a hand while he talks. ] Like… that isn’t here anymore because they got out. But now it’s route is cut off…
[ He lulls his head to one side, barely keeping an eye open. He outright punched himself then blinks a few times. ]
Do you remember when the- you could get out through it earlier? But now you can’t find it anymore until everyone else is gone. I think it hides it because there’s a way out in those tunnels. Or used to be anyway.
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Yeah, I remember having to patrol the fucking place just in case all two of you decided to take the trash chute out of the trial.
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Yeah, it was easier. Now the keys are a waste of space and don't really do anything. And I think it all changed because it really could've did something. So I thinng- I think that it was made by someone that got out and the Entity covered it up. Literally covers it until the last second in a trial.
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Do you need to sleep?
[ it's a sudden shift in topic, sure, but it's also a fair bet that at any given time quentin probably does need to sleep. even without the alcohol. ]
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Do I need to- [ He snorts, giggling between words. His fingers turn to point at himself. ] Me? Yeah. Fucking probably!
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[ wow okay. ]
You should, uh. Do that.
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Yeah… Don’t leave if I do. [ He leans back again, sinking. ] You said you wouldn’t. I need one of you here.
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[ she leans over to put the vodka bottle on the table even, no more drinking! though she does think about texting susie to come take over when she can, just in case. ]
I'm an asshole but even I'm not that bad.
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[ He unfolds his legs on the chair to turn on it sideways again, pulling his beanie off his head and putting it over his face. ]
Yeah, you’re pretty cool. I’d hang with you.
[ He jerks himself awake after letting his eyes drop under there for a minute then pulls the hat off to eye her. Okay. Eyes closed. ]
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