Event Log: Speak Your Truth

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone in the city
What: The event log for the Speak Your Truth
Where: All over the city
When: April 3rd-April 9th
Warnings: None

There's a secret burning in your chest. It's hot behind your ribcage, and you need to let it out or else it might consume you- but who would you tell? Who could even begin to understand what you need to say? Your closest friend? Your significant other? Maybe even someone you don't get along with very well? It's hard to know who to trust and who will even understand, but in a strange way, neither of those things seem to matter- all you can think of is what will cause someone the most pain.

Maybe you're trying to get it out in the open so you can put it behind you. Maybe you just need to come clean because the guilt is eating you alive. Maybe you just really want to hurt someone- regardless of the reason, you're aching to tell someone else your darkest secrets.

Will they understand? There's only one way to find out, and it won't be pleasant for either party involved. Good luck, Hadriel!

► This log covers April 3rd-April 9th.
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Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

"No! Fuck no!" He looks aghast. "I don't even remember some of it. Just... the aftermath."

Waking up surrounded by corpses, all bloody, crying inexplicably. His brain may be blocking it out, but it's not enough to save him from the guilt and torment.

[braveoff]

"That's what matters. I believe you."

Somehow it's even sadder, that Pratt's not deranged. Drake knows how to deal with monsters. Victims are trickier, each one needs to be handled differently and brainwashing isn't something he has a lot of experience with. There's probably nothing he can really do besides recommend a shrink, but Sweets has enough on his plate. So he'll just do his best.

"Do you need to talk about it? Get it out, if it's been on your mind lately?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

"It's more... I've been here months. And I'm a ticking time bomb. At some point I'll snap. And I won't even know it or remember it."

Unless he already has and doesn't remember. But that doesn't seem likely. He hasn't woken up in strange places, nor covered in blood, and no one has been on the network talking about a bunch of bodies skinned and strung up like chandeliers.

"I think talking about it might make it worse."

[braveoff]

Drake tilts his head... even if talking about it makes Pratt feel worse, he sort of thinks it's necessary. And it's not like the other man could hurt him. He just needs to approach it gently. Figure out what exactly Pratt is worried about, what would set him off.

"As somebody who's snapped before, the why is the most important thing. I know they messed with your head, but indoctrination isn't the same as like... trigger phrases for spies. Is that the kind of thing you're talking about? We don't have to talk about what you did, but what they did to you is important."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"It's both." He licks his lips nervously. He's not about to disclose how it works or what he'd do if he was triggered, but there's some stuff he figures is probably safe.

"It's brainwashing and torture and conditioning and being fucking drugged." He wants to blame the drugs so badly, the Bliss made him do it, even though he knows that's only a small part of it. If he'd been stronger he could have resisted. If he wasn't weak...

"No one from my world is here. Not anymore anyway. But who knows, maybe these fucking gods know how to trigger it and then I'll just... be gone."

[braveoff]

"...hey, that's not going to happen." Drake shakes his head, adamant about that. "Nobody's ever really gone. I may not know much about cults but I do know there's something called exit counseling to bring people back. We just need to find you someone who knows what they're doing."

Maybe Pratt shouldn't go home, just to be safe, but Drake doesn't think he's a lost cause.

"Don't write yourself off just because something terrible happened to you."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"I don't remember half the shit I've done. And some of the things I do remember.... It'd be better if I didn't." He doesn't really mean that, having gaps in his memory torments him daily. What he really wants is to somehow go back in time and fix it, not to purge the memory of it.

"Too late for that."