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@quarfield.bsky.social
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Big fan of that bald guy from the meme idk I can't remember his name quarfield.straw.page probably gonna be shuffling posts around for a hot minute
Big fan of that bald guy from the meme idk I can't remember his name quarfield.straw.page probably gonna be shuffling posts around for a hot minute
![Recom Wainfleet sits in a concrete cell, naked and disheveled with a thousand-yard stare. The tiny room is illuminated only by the light from outside, casting the shadow of his captor on the wall. Quaritch's stance is casual and open compared to Wainfleet, who sits hunched with his arms around himself in a way that's more indicative of self-soothing than cold. He can't even look at Quaritch.
TRANSCRIPT:
L: S-sir, I'm r-requesting permission to be dis–be dismissed. The others are... everyone's gonna wonder what... where I've—
Q: "Others?" Hm.
Funny. Far's I can recall, there *are* no others. Now why would that be, I wonder?
[Wainfleet doesn't answer, staring ahead in resigned horror with tears in his eyes as he realizes there's no chance of him getting out of here yet]
Q: Nothin', huh? That's fine.
[The scene begins to break. Black scribbles like ink clouds take over the bottom third of the page mixed with scrawlings of Lyle's increasingly desperate internal dialogue as Quaritch begins to shut the door. One panel shows a nearly illegible close-up of his tearful, terrified eyes. Another depicts Lyle's view of the closing door, where his former friend is now merely a voice permeating through a sliver of light like an angry God. There are speech bubbles, but Quaritch's parting words float aimlessly and disjointed like graffiti; a reflection of Lyle's impending panic attack]
Q: You'll have plenty of time to mull it over
We'll touch base again in █ weeks
Goodbye Lyle](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:k4skraqidnpvbzqehxkwokdu/bafkreigcrz7shnnsqgrqh32ooqopvwkixbihju5ckk3cld7nu2fa2nfdzy)
![A flat-color drawing of AU Lyle Wainfleet & Ellie set ~5 years after QL defect to have her. He has patchy, outgrown hair/scruff (note: I didn't draw his hairline nearly fucked-up enough here💔), a dad bod, and the Awa'atlu equivalent of a farmer's tan—though subtle from the pinkish color palette.
Holding Eljay piggyback-style, Wainfleet looks out of the corner of his eye to where a scribbled note says "Jake doing some important shit offscreen idk" as he whispers conspiratorially with his daughter. Ellie has a gap-toothed look of awe, oblivious to the fact that her dad is 110% yanking her chain and trying to hide his clear amusement about it.
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TRANSCRIPT
L: You know when I first met him he almost got eaten? Pretty much saved his life.
E: How?
L: Security escort. So basically if I wasn't there, I mean, who knows? I just let him take the credit 'cause he was real embarrassed
(so don't go telling anyone).
E: (excited) Didja break any bones??
[in a small sketch at the bottom, Lyle turns around with a deflated look at his spawn]
L: Why is your first question always if I got horribly injured. (Thinking/muttering to himself) Are you hoping I'll say yes??
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Ellie, equally unaware that she's ruined his fun, is unphased.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:k4skraqidnpvbzqehxkwokdu/bafkreidotepcbalhkck542cnabphcvqsvtsn6k2mlh3khher5dx7roenr4)
