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[The feed flickers on.]
[ ELISE huffs, sitting down in the chair. ]
[ELISE]: Well, I’m glad to see YOU again,.God, have you just been holed up in here the whole time?
[BRONTË]: …I’ve been doing important things, Elise. In the backroom proper, not here specifically- anyway. I don’t have time to just… converse and talk with you all like Abacaxi does.
[ELISE]: Well, I mean, that makes sense, you are the one who’s like, the smartest here. Which is why I’m so glad I finally get to talk to you.
[BRONTË]: Well, this is more going to be an interview for you-
[ELISE doesn’t even react to BRONTË speaking still, and just continues on, making the scientist give her an irritated look.]
[ELISE]: Ahem. So, you know, like, how that first match was a total disaster on your part? Well-
[BRONTË]: Elise. You need to stop this.
[ELISE]: Stop what? Trying to get things in order? I mean, it’s so obvious that that one fruit guy is bias, and you wouldn’t have made that mistake in my first match, because you’re so smart, so-
[BRONTË sighs, putting down what she’s been writing in.]
[BRONTË]: It’s not a mistake you lost, Elise. That’s just what happened.
[BRONTË]: You- you have to have more to you than just. Wanting to win. No, not even wanting- believing you HAVE to win. As if it’s your god-given right to always succeed.
[ There’s a long pause between the two. ]
[ELISE]: Of course, of course you’re just like her. Like EVERYONE.
[BRONTË]: Here we go…
[ELISE]: I’m the only one who’s truly MEANT to be in this sort of thing! And what, you and your fruit guy thought that the puppet guy deserved it more? That’s- that’s stupid! You’d have to be an idiot to think that!
[ELISE]: I mean, why even GO to the next matches, if I know you two are just gonna be BIAS against me and make me lose! Wouldn’t that be soooo funny!!! Giving the obvious winner a fat 0-4!!!
[BRONTË]: YOU LITERALLY WON A MATCH! I don’t GET why you’re so incapable of… thinking, or doing ANYTHING else, you just- are you even able to listen to others talk?
[ELISE]: Yeah, I’m able to listen! Listen to all the annoying moral shit you and that mechanic spit at me.
[ELISE]: You see, I know my worth, I’m not just some lightning bitch who has nothing better to do than just trap 5 people in a spaceship and mess with them. What’s even the point of voting if it's just two people anyway? What’s even the point of ANY of this if you aren’t going to do it CORRECTLY?
[ BRONTË is getting extremely mad, her lightning hair flaring up, shocking the area around her. ]
[BRONTË]: YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT I’M DOING HERE! HOW IMPORTANT IT IS!
[BRONTË]: And it’s not just me… It’s not just Abacaxi…
[ELISE]: Well then why don’t you stop being so vague and actually tell me ANYTHING? Like, who else? Who else is voting? Does the little blue shape get a vote? Is that it?
[BRONTË]: I CAN’T TELL YOU. OR ANYONE.
[ELISE]: Yeah, that’s what I thought. You talk bad about me being so focused on what I want, but at least you can tell what I'm focused on.
[ ELISE stands, not even humoring her anymore. ]
[ELISE]: If you aren’t going to fix this mess yourself. I’ll just need to find a way to do it on my own. Some way to guarantee you and your ‘mystery voters’ actually vote correctly.
[BRONTË is just shuddering, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down- but it only helps so much.]