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abnomi · 1 year ago

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⚠️ HUGE SPOILERS FOR BEACON PINES

hi im shy but i want to share some writing i did using the dialogue in beacon pines as a base... just expanding on conversations that happened in-game so that i can start writing my own stuff later :-] i wrote everything aside from the dialogue between sharper and kerr! this is purely exploratory, i wanted to explore the dynamic between them further.

this is the walkie talkie conversation that Beck picks up on her radio in chapter 5... the exchange was so fascinating to me and revealed so much about Kerr and Sharper and their relationship. made me rip off all of my eyelashes kind of

Chapter 5 - Dangers Big and Small; Radio Interference

Too angry to sleep, Beck tried dialing in with her radio set to see if she could find something interesting after her disapproving mother left her room. She had scolded her for her freshly dyed blue hair only moments before, to Beck’s discontent. How else was she supposed to hide the new gray hair she had grown just earlier that same day? She thought it made her look like some kind of mature academic, or someone who'd been through a rough office job of thirty years in a twelve-year-old’s body.

After channeling through random channels for about five minutes, she picked up on a signal. Someone was talking. The voice through the radio was strangely familiar… a somewhat nasal voice that at least a dozen in town shared, all eerily similar.

“Mr. Kerr? Are you there?” A Clipboard was on the line, a concerned and somewhat urgent tone breaking through the static. What could he possibly be requesting for at this hour? The desperation in his voice subtly got more evident at his second attempt to call. “Mr. Kerr?”

“Yes? I'm busy. What is it?” An annoyed William Kerr finally picked up, carrying a dismissive effect in his speech. He hoped this would be brief; he didn't have time for nonsense, and his urging impatience shone through in the way he spoke.

“Apologies, I have the founder on the line.”

Immediately, Kerr's attention was piqued. “Patch him through immediately.” He felt much more alert than before, heart racing in his chest. Even a mere mention of him without a name being so much as uttered was enough to send him into a fit of anxiety.

“One moment…” the Clipboard meekly replied.

Trying to compose himself the best he could given the few spare seconds he had, the hyena affably greeted the founder who was now on the other line, gleaming a honeyed presence. The man was able to switch between masks so effortlessly; it was like second nature to him. His adaptability was one of the few traits that had consistently served him well, especially in urgent cases like these.

“Hello, sir!” Kerr chirped, “It's so nice to hear from you!”

There was a pause. Kerr's mind raced in the space between; did he say something wrong? Did his words not come through?

“Skip the pleasantries.” Sharper Valentine was very straight-to-the-point; a man who always took himself very seriously, abiding by the high standards he put himself upon. He held his ego up twice as tall, his dense assertive confidence obscured all else and mismatched his temporary small stature. The irony of his voice being that of a child’s was always uncanny in the way it never aligned with how he carried himself. It was just as raspy as it was before, due to all of the smoking he did on a regular basis, throat scratchy and gruff. “What's your report on our new Lead Researcher of Deep Engineering?”

Beck’s focus on the conversation grew more and more as she processed what was going on, now even more so that they were talking about her mom. What were they doing with her?

Kerr responded a bit flatly to match the atmosphere Sharper had created. “Nelly Moedwil seems to be integrating nicely.”

Her name. Beck hearing her mom's name felt like getting hit by a truck. Now there was no denying it; something was wrong. She might be in trouble. These people can't be trusted.

“At this very moment, she's working to help us meet our deadline,” Kerr continued. “She offered to work overtime before I even had a chance to suggest it.”

“Excellent,” Sharper emphasized his next sentence, “and you have faith that she's capable of finishing the work left by her predecessor? Her work must be complete before the festival.”

“I will make sure she stays day and night until it's accomplished.”

Beck had to refrain herself from saying anything; she was in a state of shock. Even if she tried to speak, she was already stunned into silence, her throat tight.

“Good. You know how I feel about loose ends.” These words implied some ominous undertones. What could he possibly mean by that? Beck had to ruminate on this later, listening comes first.

Grimly, Kerr replied. “Yes, sir.” He'd dealt with loose ends before. At least he knew what to expect this time.

“Once she has finished the work, we need to make a determination regarding her… long-term prospects in the company.” Everything this guy says gets more and more suspicious. Every time Beck thought that it couldn't get worse, it did.

“Immediately, sir?” Mr. Kerr sounded concerned, feeling unsure and hesitant. He didn't want to argue, but something was telling him the chances this would work out well were low. “I usually have more time to fully bring people into the fold.”

“We are in the endgame, Bill.” The only one who ever referred to Kerr by that name was Sharper. The only man who knew his true identity used a nickname for a fake name. A fake of a fake. “After your failures with Dr. Prescott, I can't afford to take any risks.”

The emphasis put on the word “failures” felt like a punch in the gut to Kerr. Fully obedient and submissive to Sharper, he was determined to never let anything like that happen ever again. It was a fault of his to allow it to happen in the first place, a permanent stain on his image; a stain on his image to the man who had promised him everything he wanted, no, needed, of all people. “Of course, sir. No loose ends, sir. Once she finishes the work, she will either leave the office completely committed to Perennial harvest…”

Beck held her breath.

“...Or she won't leave at all.”

She felt lightheaded. Blood drained from her face, causing a chill.

“Perfect.” There was a distinct satisfaction in Sharper's voice. Every conversation was like a competition to him, and he had won this one; just as he always did.

Before Sharper could hang up, Kerr timidly offered a proposition that he had been waiting to give. “Sir, if I might suggest,” He swallowed and took a quiet deep breath, trembling slightly. “Maybe we should delay. Just for a bit.”

“Oh?” Sharper did not sound enthused.

Kerr felt a sudden surge of dread and regret overwhelming him, but his mouth kept running. It was too late to back down now.

“It's just… we seem to be rushing to hit this festival deadline, and rushing into some things has caused some…” He was cautious with his next choice of words, making sure he wouldn't make any remarks that could be interpreted as an insult. “... issues in the past.”

Whenever Kerr spoke to Sharper, he felt as if he was tip-toeing around landmines. Anything could set him off; the threat of consequences always loomed over the subservient fraud.

“I see…”

Kerr winced, knowing it was too late to take back his request. In a pleading voice, he added, “Please understand that I just want what's best for you. I'm eternally grateful for all that you've done for me.”

“Bill, I'll make this very clear for you.” His words felt like weights being dropped. Disapproval was drenched in his voice. “I brought you in to make things run smoothly, not to have opinions.”

“Of course, sir.”

His reply to his boss must have sounded more defeated than he intended it to, because he responded with an unusually encouraging reassurance. “Chin up, Bill. You are only a few days away from having everything you've ever dreamed of.”

Drained from the emotional rollercoaster of speaking with Sharper, Kerr finished off with a “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

#i cant think of a good title for this sorray #beacon pines #william kerr #william kerr beacon pines #sharper valentine #sharper valentine beacon pines #beck moedwil #beck beacon pines #beck #criticism is welcome hahaha yaay #i still dont know how tumblr tagging works #BEACON PINES SPOILERS #SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THAT LAST ONE #btw i think it is incredibly interesting how kerr is very manipulative yet is actively being manipulated thruout the game #mr kerr...my everything....

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lacrimalice · 2 years ago

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my understanding was that from a moral lesson standpoint, Making A Plaything Of Time = Bad, so the protagonists won't 'stoop' to the level of using it on purpose. the environmental fallout caused by harvesting Tempus Liquamine is also such that using it at all may be seen as ethically questionable—like buying and consuming non-ethically-sourced chocolate, or something.

also, in the good ending, they don't actually know they had the formula right! sure, Rolo successfully became an adult—but Sharper became an infant because of Beck's interference, and iirc it's possible only Beck, Luka, and Rolo have access to that information. from an outside perspective, it would seem like Moedwil's TL formulation ONLY worked for Rolo, and its unpredictable nature reared its head to revert Sharper to an infant instead of the intended consequence of restoring him to adulthood, rendering their scientific conclusions uncertain.

from that perspective, it may be too dangerous to try and fix Eleanor and Rolo with another application of TL, since getting any older could kill Eleanor, and the game takes a clear stance that reverting to infancy constitutes ego death (Heiress: "This is an innocent child"). Rolo seems content with his new form, anyway, and Eleanor would likely reject treatment on grounds of stubbornness or principle—she'd probably proclaim she's had enough of the stuff for one lifetime.

I’m on a roll! I just finished Beacon Pines as well!!

Really loved it but why couldn’t they… ya know… put Eleanor and Rolo back to their proper ages?

“Ah yes, everything is better than ever- 2 people got their lives cut like 20 years shorter!!”

Like, they could’ve done one last experiment with Nelly since they already had the proper formulas anyways?

#beacon pines

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