minutes of the meeting
a control fic
“Dr. Darling,” Trench murmurs, “appears distracted.”
Darling thins his lips. He’s anything but distracted, now; his eyes had held Trench’s the whole time the Director had been speaking.
“You forgot a point,” he responds, carefully, at the same volume.
“Did I.”
“11:15am: Director Trench lights a cigarette.” A pause. “He looks Dr. Darling in the eye as he does it.”
Trench considers this. He hums--the sound rumbles in the back of his throat.
“So you were paying attention.”
“To all the wrong things, maybe.”
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a trench/darling fic about the path that had been laid out for trench, 23 years in the making.
i haven't even finished this game but those two old men are haunting me. there is something deeply wrong with the both of them and i think they can only see that through the eyes of the other.
image descriptions and transcript under the cut
[id: the post contains two images of the same size. the first image has a light gray background. on the left side of the page, the words "federal bureau of control" are printed in bold, black letters. underneath it is "quarterly assessment" in the same style.
on the right side of the page is the logo of the federal bureau of control from the game control.
transcript begins:
10:30am: Meeting begins.
In attendance are Director Zachariah Trench, Dr. Casper Darling, alongside Helen Marshall and Alberto Tommasi. The meeting had been called to assess each department’s quarterly status.
10:45am: Tommasi releases an object of power into Dr. Darling’s care.
10:50am: After careful inspection, Dr. Darling remarks that the (here, the text is obscured by a black rectangle) may have power of its own, or it may be the power in question.
11:00am: Marshall, head of Operations, reports another venture into The Pit. Exact number of casualties is unknown, as the Mold had begun digestion immediately.
11:15; Director Trench lights a cigarette. He looks Dr. Darling in the eye as he does it.
11:20am: Director Trench then questions Dr. Darling about the entity, and the progress his department has made in containing it.
Dr. Darling does not answer. Dr. Darling appears distracted.
11:30am: Break for lunch.
11:45am: Dr Darling sits in Director Trench’s office. He’s been thoroughly (another black rectangle censors the text).
on the bottom left of the image is the number 1, denoting the page number.
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transcript begins:
12:00pm: Director Trench puts his cigarette out on Dr. Darling’s neck. Dr. Darling wishes he had done it sooner.
12:05pm: Director Trench runs his (text is obscured) up the inside of Dr. Darling’s (text is obscured).
Dr. Darling lets him.
Dr. Darling reminds him they have
the font changes to bigger, bolder text. the page's gray color turns white in a gradient. each sentence that follows is enclosed in angle brackets.
Twenty-five Minutes/Not Enough Time
to Themselves/To Enjoy
12:05pm: Director Trench
The Push/the Pull
Synapses/Tendons
The Question/(text in red) The Answer
1:00pm:
Dot, Dot, Dot/...
The font returns to its original style.
Meeting adjourned.
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I came across this ad illustrated by Coles Phillips (below the cut) and immediately knew what I needed to do. This is also a sort of restructure of this concept I did a while back
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SERVICE WEAPON: Hunting Rifle Form
idea courtesy of @parasitefun who upon me asking what sort of forms the Service Weapon should take on for Zachariah, he immediately suggested "hunting rifle. obviously".
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