Player Interactions:You will join afraid or at peace

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Interaction Information

Date: March 19, 2021
Player(s): Stormsworder, SammyBelle, Patchrabbit
Interacted With: SPEAK-AS-ONE, THEE-I-DARE
Major details from the Interaction:

  • SPEAK-AS-ONE calls out Patchrabbit’s wrestling with a pair of Sleepers that they had guided towards her. After some banter, Stormsworder draws their ire calling out to Grandmother, and the purge jumps into full-swing. Storm and SammyBelle attempt to sync the “in our name” Old Tongue combination as Patchrabbit runs interference; the attempt is unsuccessful.
  • When asked, Storm hints that the idea may have come from one of SA1’s followers. Storm tries calling out to THEE-I-DARE thrice with no result, and she additionally expresses her disgust for SPEAK-AS-ONE.
  • Storm tries speaking Grandmother’s full Old Tongue sequence, used to break out of SatCon, to no avail. She then tries asking IN-HER-TEETH for help but is soon caught by the Shape and “killed” with her third strike in front of Patchrabbit, despite Patch’s attempts to protect her. After Patchrabbit asks DIE-FOR-YOU and THEE-I-DARE for help, THEE-I-DARE revives Storm, and the group makes their escape.

Video of Interaction


Transcript

Transcript:
(Patchrabbit is grabbing the Cancelers from the room in the daycare when a Sleeper barges through the door that she was about to go out.)

Patchrabbit: blon- oh, god.

Sammy: Sorry, was that too loud?

Patchrabbit: No, that was a Sleeper.

Sammy: Oh.

Patchrabbit: (panicked, as a second Sleeper tries to grab her) Oh, god. Oh, god. Help!

Patchrabbit: (helpless laughter as she’s cornered) He-he-help.

(The Angel targets Patchrabbit while she’s tussling with the angry Sleepers.)

Stormsworder: That—

Sammy: What the fuck!? H—how.

Stormsworder: How, already?

Sammy: Jamie, how?

Patchrabbit: (still laughing) The Sleeper just ran in.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: LITTLE JAMIE PLAYS TOO ROUGHLY

Stormsworder: Oh.

Sammy: Oh, shoot.

Patchrabbit: (in understanding) Oh… That’s how.

Sammy: (sighs)

Patchrabbit: Oh, dear.

Stormsworder: Maaannn, I do not have the emotional… to deal with this.

Sammy: Oh, god. Did not need…

Patchrabbit: Oookay.

Sammy: Did not need the heart attack today.

Patchrabbit: That makes sense. (short whine noise)

Stormsworder: (sighs)

Sammy: Still, did not need the heart attack…

Sammy: Ow…

SPEAK-AS-ONE: WE WILL CURE YOU OF THAT FEELING

Patchrabbit: Ummmm.

SammyBelle: Uhhhhhhhhh (turns into upset laughter)

Patchrabbit: (softly, sadly) Whelp…

Stormsworder: Uh, unless you’re a licensed psychiatrist or psychologist who can help me with depression, probably not.

Patchrabbit: (unintelligible, nervous)

Sammy: Aiii-yai-yai-yai-yai…

Sammy: Umm, I’m gonna—Oh, wait.

Sammy: Jamie, you have the Cancelers, right?

Patchrabbit: Yes, I do…

Sammy: Do you want me to handle it while you’re running?

Patchrabbit: (contemplative noise)

Patchrabbit: I think I’ll be good for now.

Sammy: Okay.

Patchrabbit: Oww.

Sammy: Alrighty… Sammy: (sing-song) Not much~! There to do~!

SPEAK-AS-ONE: DIVIDED, THEY BABBLE OF THE MIND

Sammy: Excuse you?

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) Yeah, well, considering your lot’s all about breaking the mind.

Patchrabbit: (quietly) Wait… Oh, they’re in the Maze.

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) Trust me, I haven’t forgiven y’all for what you did to Quiroga.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: THEY ARE OUTSIDE. WE ARE WITHIN

Sammy: (disdainfully) Whatever.

Sammy: (startled) Wait, what the—How? How!?

Sammy: (contemplative noise)

Sammy: (to self) Oh, god, I’m stuck in a corner.

Sammy: What did I do?

Stormsworder: You think I’m afraid of you?

Sammy: Oh. Right. Duh.

Sammy: (to angry Sleeper) Go to bed.

Stormsworder: Grandmother, can you hear me?

Sammy: (deadpan) ...Really?

Sammy: Uhhhh, you have something to bargain, I hope.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: FEAR IS INCIDENTAL

Patchrabbit: Oops. (panicked) Uh-oh!

Sammy: Fear is… (laughs) Fear? What fear?

Patchrabbit: ...I messed that up.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: YOU WILL JOIN. AFRAID OR AT PEACE

Sammy: (reads quietly aloud)

Sammy: (disdainfully) What-ever.

Stormsworder: I’ll never join you. I’ll fight to the end.

Stormsworder: Grandmother. Grandmother. Grandmother.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: IT THINKS WE DO NOT KNOW THE TRICK

Sammy: (snorts) It?

Sammy: Di—di—did (unintelligible)

(Patchrabbit fumbles for a flashbang and instead pulls out a bandage.)

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) Sammy, do you have the phrase, the, uh, “land”, uhhhh, “all”, and “the”?

Patchrabbit: (simultaneously, panicked) Ah, no, wait!

Sammy: I do.

Patchrabbit: Um… (unintelligible) flashbang…

(Patchrabbit gets suppressed and Stormsworder becomes the target.)

Stormsworder: Kay. You go get her. We’re gonna perform it.

Sammy: Got it!

Sammy: Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Go to bed! Go to bed! Go to bed!

Stormsworder: You get her. Jamie, get it back on you, we’re gonna perform something.

Sammy: Get—get—where did you go!?

Sammy: Oh, for the love of—get off of me!

Sammy: Why did you have to run all the way over here?

Sammy: You are gonna hate me in a minute.

(Sammy throws a flashbang at Patchrabbit.)

Sammy: Come here—nope! You little… Come here!

Sammy: There we go!

Patchrabbit: (shakily) Thank you, Sammy…

Stormsworder: Okay. Sammy, come to where I am.

Sammy: (with laughter) You’re welcome!

Sammy: I am looking for you, hang on. Stormsworder: I’m over by the, uh, yeah, over by the well.

Sammy: Uh-oh, oh, shoo—

Sammy: Give me a minute, give me a minute, give me a minute!

Stormsworder: Uh, Jamie, if you can get the Shape off me.

Patchrabbit: (quietly, picking up dropped Canceler) Oh!

Patchrabbit: I can try, but…

Patchrabbit: I don’t think… they’re gonna let that happen.

Stormsworder: Worth a shot!

Sammy: Uh-oh.

Stormsworder: Uhhhhh.

Sammy: (simultaneously) Yeahhh…

Patchrabbit: Come here, drone.

Sammy: I don’t have any more, um…

Stormsworder: Just follow me.

Sammy: I don’t, uh, I’m out of—I’m out of flashbangs.

Stormsworder: Okay.

(Patchrabbit reaches the drone’s light.)

SPEAK-AS-ONE: BUT THE ANGEL SEES YOUR SIN

Stormsworder: Come over here!

Stormsworder: Sammy! Okay.

Sammy: I’m here, I’m here, I’m here!

SPEAK-AS-ONE: AND YOURS IS PRIDE

Stormsworder: Count of three, or… Count of three, uhhh…

Stormsworder: We’re gonna need to get further away so… Jamie can… get the Shape off us.

Stormsworder: Okay, let’s, uhh…

Sammy: You’re saying pride, and yet, yours is also pride. (chuckles)

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) Okay! Okay! Ready?

Sammy: Yep!

Stormsworder: Oh, shoot! He’s too close. Jamie! Can you do anything?

Patchrabbit: I have…

Sammy: Don’t run me over, don’t run me over, don’t run me over!

Patchrabbit: ...a c—a foam grenade, that’s it. (after a pause, unintelligible)

Stormsworder: Just get enemies on you. And away from me. So we can do this.

Sammy: Uh-oh.

Stormsworder: Okay. And you just keep following me—right behind me, Sammy.

Sammy: I’m right behind you, but I only have one power bar left.

Stormsworder: Uhh… It doesn’t matter, as long as Jamie can keep the Shape off us for this.

Sammy: (amused) We’re gonna try!

Stormsworder: Okay!

Stormsworder: Alright.

Stormsworder: Count of three. The first one…

Stormsworder: One…

Sammy: Which is…?

Stormsworder: …T—”land”.

Patchrabbit: (gasps) Nope!

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) Nope.

Sammy: Incoming. Incoming!

Patchrabbit: Run!

Patchrabbit: I tried! I’m…

Stormsworder: Come on… Come on down the well, Sammy.

Sammy: Down the…?

Stormsworder: That’s not the well…

Sammy: I know it’s not the well!

Stormsworder: Can you just, like, go stay in the camera and get it on you, Jamie?

Patchrabbit: I tried! They’re not gonna let that happen.

Sammy: Alright—OW!

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) Uh, it’s…

Sammy: Oh, this is… gonna hurt.

Sammy: Alrighty. I’m comin’.

Patchrabbit: (confused at the Angel’s idling) Shape?

Sammy: (sighs)

Stormsworder: (quietly) C’mon...

Stormsworder: Okay.

Sammy: I’m… literally making my way down, Storm.

Patchrabbit: (to self) Oh, there he goes…

Sammy: (quietly) Alright.

Stormsworder: Okay, first one!

(Sammy slips off of the wooden board in the well.)

Sammy: Oh, fu—

SPEAK-AS-ONE: YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE JUDGMENT

Sammy: Ouch!

Sammy: (incredulous) Judgment?

Stormsworder: (aggravated noise) (frustrated) Come on…

Patchrabbit: (sad noise)

Sammy: Well, I’m all the way down at the bottom, so…

Stormsworder: (quietly to self) Kay. Wai—this is…

Stormsworder: Okay.

Stormsworder: First one is gonna be—

Sammy: Ow. That hurt.

(The Angel retargets Stormsworder and exits a door in the Barracks.)

Patchrabbit: Op!

Sammy: Uh.

Stormsworder: First one, it’s gonna be “land”.

Sammy: Okay.

Stormsworder: Now where is it?

Stormsworder: One! Two!

Sammy: On three!

Stormsworder: Three! “Land”.

(The two perform the Land/Hide/In gesture.)

Sammy: Okay.

Stormsworder: Second one, “all”.

(They perform the All/One/Our gesture.)

Patchrabbit: (quietly) Shape’s coming from below…

Stormsworder: And third one is “the”.

(They perform the The/Name/Be gesture.)

Stormsworder: In our name.

Sammy: Done.

Stormsworder: Kay.

Stormsworder: We’ll do it again.

Stormsworder: “Land”!

Sammy: Huh?

Stormsworder: One! Two. Three.

(They perform the Land/Hide/In gesture.) Stormsworder: “Our”!

Sammy: Okay.

Stormsworder: One! Two! Three!

(They perform the All/One/Our gesture.)

SPEAK-AS-ONE: CLEVER THINGS. BUT WRONG.

Stormsworder: Uhhh…

Sammy: Incoming Shape.

Stormsworder: “Clever things, but wrong.” Kay, not the ph—right phrase?

Sammy: Oh, crap.

Stormsworder: Okay.

Stormsworder: Alright, uhhhhh…

Stormsworder: “In. Our. Name,” is what we’re trying to do, but it didn’t seem to work.

Sammy: Ow! Frickin’ Lucid!

Sammy: (panicked) Oh, c—oh, crap, oh, crap, I’m gonna get dragged, I’m gonna get dragged!

(Patchrabbit observes and throws a flashbang at the Angel before running to the rescue.) Patchrabbit: I’m coming!

Stormsworder: (quietly, contemplatively) So, “in our name” didn’t work?

Sammy: (stressed) Thank you.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: WHO TAUGHT YOU THIS ART, SINNER

Stormsworder: Ah… Well! Believe it or not, someone who actually followed you who, uh, told us to try it.

Sammy: Probably not a good idea, but okay.

Stormsworder: Kay.

Sammy: Alright… (rushed) Oh, I need to heal, I need to heal, I need to heal, I need to heal really bad.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: THE RENEGADE. IT WILL NOT SUCCEED

Stormsworder: Actually… Not the renegade, someone else.

Stormsworder: Uhh, Sammy?

Sammy: Huh?

Patchrabbit: Run!

Sammy: I’m over here, I’m over here!

Stormsworder: Ummm… (contemplative sounds)

Stormsworder: (quietly to self) Think, think, think. Kay.

Sammy: Don’t run my overrrrrr, thank yoouuu—oh, that’s a Lucid!

Stormsworder: Ummmmm, so, what, you think you can always, uhhh…

Sammy: Ouch!

Sammy: Get off of me!

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) I don’t think you’re gonna be able to hold off Grandmother forever.

Sammy: Ow!

Stormsworder: She’s a little bit more wily than you think.

Patchrabbit: (upon running into third Canceler target) Oh, I forgot—I forgot about that—!

Sammy: You’re good, you’re good!

Patchrabbit: (contritely) I forgot about the mission…

Sammy: I mean, we’re in the middle of—of… this.

Stormsworder: Oh, shoot. Sammy?

Sammy: It’s… completely okay.

Patchrabbit: Oh, no!

Sammy: What? (Patchrabbit and Sammy both throw their grappling hooks at the Angel with similar timing.)

Sammy: Oh, shoot! Oh, shoot! Oh, shoot!

Patchrabbit: (laughs, regarding the grappling hooks)

Stormsworder: Oh! Wait, wha—wha—wha? (unintelligible)

(Stormsworder gets suppressed, and the Angel targets Sammy.)

Sammy: Did that work?

Stormsworder: Nope.

Patchrabbit: It… (high-pitched) At first!

Sammy: (panicked) Oh, shit, oh, shit.

Patchrabbit: Run, Sammy!

Sammy: (quickly) I’m running, I’m running!

Sammy: I’m sorry, I tried.

Sammy: (whispered) Fuck…!

(Patchrabbit unsuppresses Stormsworder.)

Stormsworder: Okay, ummm… So, if I can get Sammy back to me, we can try it again. Maybe three times is the key.

Sammy: Well, at the moment, I’m kind of running away.

(The Angel targets Patchrabbit.)

Patchrabbit: Op!

Stormsworder: Op! (laughs)

Patchrabbit: Um...

Stormsworder: Okay, Sammy, back to me.

Sammy: Wellll, this is going to—

(The Angel retargets Stormsworder.)

Sammy: I’m, hold up, hold up, hold up.

Patchrabbit: Oh! Nope! Your turn!

Stormsworder: (simultaneously, laughs)

Sammy: (stutters)

Patchrabbit: (quietly, seeing TPB portal) Oh, hey!

Sammy: I don’t think they’re gonna want you to do this plan.

Stormsworder: Um… THEE-I-DARE, THEE-I-DARE, THEE-I-DARE? You wouldn’t happen to be a… pretty clever bro, would you?

Stormsworder: (quietly) Shoot…

Sammy: I… don’t think Beeteljeuce is going to work on this.

Patchrabbit: Hmmmm…

SPEAK-AS-ONE: THE ADVERSARY HAS NO POWER HERE

Stormsworder: (simultaneously) Hey, (unintelligible) came up with rule of three…

Sammy: And neither do you, so hush.

Sammy: Okay…

Stormsworder: So—so, what?

Patchrabbit: (startled, avoiding Angel’s path) (gasps) No! (huff)

Stormsworder: You think that you’re gonna somehow convince me to switch away from IN-HER-TEETH by, what? Trying to act big and tough?

Stormsworder: I know your kind…

Sammy: (simultaneously) (unintelligible) Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Stormsworder: (softly mocking) The narcissists that think that they’re right, that their plan is the only thing that’s right—

SPEAK-AS-ONE: THE FLESH WILL SERVE. YOU. NOTHING.

Stormsworder: —that they know better…

Sammy: (quietly) Wait, the flesh will serve you…?

Stormsworder: No… I’ll never serve.

Sammy: I don’t think that—they don’t—I don’t think they care about the flesh at this—(much louder) oh—point! Oh, crap!

Patchrabbit: (quiet noise)

Stormsworder: (softly) I’ve faced people like you… People who think they know better.

Stormsworder: People who think that…

Sammy: (simultaneously) Elevator, get to the elevator!

Stormsworder: (mocking) ...what everyone else thinks doesn’t matter as long as it’s their grand plan being carried out.

Sammy: Fuuuuuuuck.

Stormsworder: ‘Cause I’m not a v—I’m no victim of you. And I’m sick and tired of dealing with you.

Sammy: (aggravated) Come onnnnn…

Stormsworder: Dagnabbit. I’m out of things.

Sammy: (simultaneously) Nope, nope, nope, (unintelligible)! Patchrabbit: Oh, no!

Stormsworder: (unintelligible)

(Stormsworder gets suppressed and the Angel targets Patchrabbit.)

Sammy: Not again.

Patchrabbit: Oh! Hiii, Sleeper!

Sammy: Umm, Storm, where are you…?

Sammy: Oh, of course you’re topside.

(The entire group becomes afflicted with Paper Angels.)

Patchrabbit: Oh!

Patchrabbit: Oh, dear…

Sammy: Wait, what? Why!?

(The Gorgon is added on top of Paper Angels.)

Sammy: Okay.

Patchrabbit: Ohhhhh, dear.

Patchrabbit: (disappointedly) Awwwwww! My eyes… They’re not gonna be happy.

Sammy: (simultaneously) Seriously? Gorgon?

Sammy: Ugh, craaap!

Patchrabbit: (simultaneously, mildly amused) I found the other mission…

Sammy: (strained) Aghh, this is gonna be difficult. Okay. Fine.

Patchrabbit: NOPE. Nope, nope, nope! Sammy: (short, aggravated sigh) Okay, what do you want?

Sammy: ‘Cause this is ridiculous.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: KNEEL. JOIN. SLEEP FOREVER.

Sammy: I can’t close my eyes, I can’t close my eyes!

Patchrabbit: (reads the message aloud)

Sammy: (reads message aloud quickly)

Sammy: Get off!

Patchrabbit: (quickly) Oh, hi, Shape!

Patchrabbit: Bye, Shape!

Sammy: Open… Open… K.O.

Patchrabbit: (quietly) Yayyy…

Sammy: (quietly) I am not…

Patchrabbit: (offended) No! Don’t go that way, please!

Sammy: (to self) Don’t kick the door…

Patchrabbit: (quietly startled, chased by a Sleeper) Oh, geeze!

Sammy: I have no qualms. You already know this. But the point is, this is ridiculous.

Sammy: I have no fight with you, so cut this out.

Sammy: (quietly) Goddammit, with the frickin’ camera…

Sammy: Really—?

Patchrabbit: Oh…! dear…

Sammy: Look…

Sammy: Uh…

Patchrabbit: Sammy, do you think you can get… Storm…?

Sammy: I got it, I got it…

Sammy: I got her.

(After a few moments, Sammy unsuppresses Stormsworder.)

Sammy: Not good, not good, not good, not good, not good.

Stormsworder: Youth, our prey. Trick, through fear. Prove thy fault.

Sammy: Hold up!

Stormsworder: Grow in spite.

Sammy: Hold up!

Stormsworder: From all, one. Against the world, against the world, against the world.

(The Angel retargets Stormsworder.)

Sammy: Yeah, I have none of those…

Patchrabbit: Op! Um…

Sammy: That… (nervously) Uh-oh.

Patchrabbit: Oh, that’s because you got rescued.

Sammy: Not again.

Patchrabbit: ...That’s right…

Stormsworder: Youth, our prey.

Patchrabbit: Be careful, Storm!

Stormsworder: Trick, through fear. Prove thy fault. Grow in spite. From all, one. Against the world, against the world, against the world.

SPEAK-AS-ONE: IT SPITS WORDS WITH NAUGHT BEHIND IT.

Stormsworder: (quietly) Nope, not working. Uhhh… I don’t have the whole phrase.

Patchrabbit: Mmm… I’ve…

Stormsworder: Shoot.

Stormsworder: Yeah, I don’t have the whole phrase.

Stormsworder: IN-HER-TEETH, IN-HER-TEETH, IN-HER-TEETH, I trust you to help me out with this.

Patchrabbit: Oh, no… (panicked) No!

Stormsworder: (panicked, quickly) Uh… Can you get me? Can you get me?

(Patchrabbit throws her grappling hook to make the Angel drop Stormsworder.) Stormsworder: (upon finding a speed trap) Oh, shoot!

Sammy: You’re dead…

(Stormsworder gets grabbed just around the corner, and Patchrabbit desperately tries throwing her god rocks at the Angel.)

Stormsworder: Yeah.

Sammy: Dying…

(Stormsworder receives her third strike, and no one else is targeted.)

Patchrabbit: (distressed) I tried, I had nothing… I’m sorry…

Patchrabbit: (helplessly) I had nothing…

Sammy: Was that really necessary?

(Patchrabbit begins reading all messages aloud.)

SPEAK-AS-ONE: ABANDON YOUR DEGENERATE CAUSE

Sammy: (sighs)

SPEAK-AS-ONE: THE UNREPENTANT FLESH IS DUST

Patchrabbit: (disgruntled noise)

Patchrabbit: (after a pause) (contemplative noise)

Patchrabbit: DIE-FOR-YOU! Please help! THEE-I-DARE?

(Stormsworder is revived by THEE-I-DARE immediately before Patchrabbit can pick her body up.)

Stormsworder: (shocked) Woah!

Sammy: (shocked) Wait, what!?

Stormsworder: (in awe) THEE-I-DARE?

THEE-I-DARE: (TO STORMSWORDER) RISE. CHILD. AND RUN.

(The mission changes to “Everything Is Fine”.)

Stormsworder: Go! Go! Go!

Patchrabbit: Run. Run!

(The mission ends as they begin running up the hill.)

Stormsworder: (begins laughing in disbelief)

Sammy: Ow.

(The group returns to the boxcar, still in disbelief. Patchrabbit finds another halo, though the others don’t immediately check.)