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Soona, the Programmer: "And now if you'll just connect that here..."
System: IsKimHere()
Kim Kitsuragi: "It's done. I believe we're ready." The lieutenant wipes his brow.
Soona, the Programmer: "We're ready to try, at least. Please, put on these headphones, there should be two extra sets. I've configured the channel... |
System: (Variable["TASK.inspect_traps_2_done"]) == false
System: (Variable["TASK.restock_trap_done"]) == false
System: Variable["whirling.lena_husband_back"]
Lena, the Cryptozoologist's wife: "Oh, hello, sweetie. So nice to see you again."
You: "I've changed my mind. I'll tell Morell you're worried."
Lena, the Cry... |
System: Variable["boardwalk.feld_mural_main_hub_reached"]
Feld Mural: The once-bright mural towers above you, saying "FELD ELECTRICAL R&D."
System: (Variable["boardwalk.mural_look_in"] and IsKimHere() == false) == false
You: Why do I feel like I know this place?
Feld Mural: Indeed. Somehow you knew it was here. A... |
Logic: Okay, so the speedfreaks want to start a club for dance music. That much checks out. Youths like music. You feel as though you might have liked music more when you were young too... but you digress.
You: Mmmhm. (Rub your chin.) What's the *gist* of it.
Logic: The gist of it is: They want to turn the church int... |
Empathy: Good, you're up. Listen, there's something that's been bothering you for a few days now.
You: What is it?
Empathy: It's a suspicion, or a feeling, really, that things are not quite *in hand* around here...
Logic: An earth-shattering deduction from your psyche. What will those guys come up with next?
Empath... |
Electrochemistry: Whoa! In your hand: *pyrholidon* -- the double rainbow of synthetic hallucinogens. Rare and gritty, a product of the age of atomic power.
You: Look at the little puck of liquid.
Electrochemistry: What a funny little cap! Don't let the *scary* medical warnings throw you off. It's an inadequate antido... |
System: Variable["canal.samaran_vis_calc_wc_success"]
Perception (Sight): The crumpled SAMARAN BUTTER billboard still soaks in the canal, marked by tyre tracks.
You: Look at the opposite bank.
Visual Calculus: Still speeding, the vehicle made a loop and vanished into the fog along the coast.
You: "Yup -- *I* did th... |
Photo of Tattoos: An intricate web of blue lines stretches across the torso of the hanged man, from the right shoulder to the solar plexus. Each time the lines intersect, a small white star is formed in their crossing. Hundreds of fading asterisks riddle his skin; their concentration is highest around his heart.
Photo... |
Coalition Warship Archer: "We have transmitted our summary to the Committee of Responsibility. Please continue standing by..."
Horseback Antenna: ...
Horseback Antenna: "Wie kannst du... unseren Jungen... auf einem dieser *Dinger*..."
System: (Variable["church.soona_archer_working_soona"]) == false
Noid: "Damn spoo... |
Kim Kitsuragi: "I'm more interested in *why* you're so fixated on this idea in the first place."
You: "To be honest, I mostly just want to ride on Coalition Warship Archer."
Kim Kitsuragi: "Let me make a prediction, detective. You are not going to see the inside of a Coalition warship anytime soon."
You: "This has *... |
System: Variable["seafort.books_hub_reached"]
Reading Materials: Softcovers, serialized *fantastique* and detective stories, 'Animal Adventures', a magazine for electrical engineering, and an international thriller. Also: light erotica and some historical novels from the century past.
You: "Critical theory books... W... |
Rhetoric: There it is again! There's a spectral scent haunting this pier, no doubt. And it smells like...
Perception (Smell): Sea brine, mostly. Because it's a pier.
Rhetoric: Years of turmoil, of hopes and dreams ground beneath the inexorable tides of capital.
You: I *still* don't smell anything.
Rhetoric: Absolut... |
Horrific Necktie: *Bratan*, now is the time!
You: Time for what?
Horrific Necktie: Oh... you will see. (It feels like the tie is rubbing itself against your chest like a cat in heat.)
Horrific Necktie: First, the spirits -- the blue medicinal spirits. Grab the bottle and uncork it! It is time to unleash the Other-Wo... |
You: "Where did the horse-faced woman go?"
Garte, the Cafeteria Manager: "I don't really use words like that to describe my clients, and maybe you shouldn't either…" He purses his lips. "Seeing as you're a cop and all."
You: "Yeah, you're right."
Garte, the Cafeteria Manager: "Anyway, I can't help you there. A lot o... |
You: "You mentioned some kind Ecclesiastes own the church. Who are these Ecclesiastes?"
Andre: "Oh yeah, that's a Meteoran name for the Founding Party. Thought it'd be cool to use it."
Rhetoric: If you don't know what the Founding Party is, there might be a way to mask it with minor demagoguery.
You: (Mask it.) "Now... |
Perception (Hearing): The remaining windows rattle from a strong gust of wind. They're covered in a thick layer of grime. They must have been like this for forty years.
You: "Lieutenant, can you make out what's inside?" (Point at the windows.)
Kim Kitsuragi: "No." He shakes his head. The windows rattle in their frame... |
Kim Kitsuragi: "The theatrical suicide attempt -- we need to talk about it."
You: "Yes. I want to talk about it as well."
Kim Kitsuragi: "Yes. Well. I was able to re-contextualize it as a dark joke." He pauses thoughtfully. "I will not be able to re-contextualize it the next time."
Kim Kitsuragi: "I understand you s... |
Interfacing: As you hold your ledger's clip under the headlamp, an iridescent hologram appears: a street grid and the veins of a great river. A familiar sensation washes over you...
Kim Kitsuragi: "There she is: Revachol West." There's a note of pride in the lieutenant's voice.
Damaged Ledger: Around the borders of t... |
Savoir Faire: You close your eyes and vacate your skull, leaving your brain to wonder: where did that little fluttering light go?
Ancient Reptilian Brain: TOTAL DARKNESS! You sink down the darkest fathoms of your own personal deep, vertebrae by vertebrae -- THROUGH THE UNFORMED SKULLS OF YOUR SPINE.
Ancient Reptilian... |
Endurance: You see that seagull up there? Remind you of anybody?
You: Um... me?
Endurance: Exactly!
You: Why am I like a seagull?
Endurance: Think about the seagull's story. It's one of endurance -- and adaptation. The seaside was paradise once. They were birds of that paradise.
Endurance: Then their paradise beca... |
Bust of Kras Mazov: A plaster cast bust depicts a middle-aged man with impressive sideburns. The name on the plinth reads 'Kras Mazov'.
You: Who is Kras Mazov?
Bust of Kras Mazov: Seems like a good guy judging by the moustache. By the way... doesn't he kind of look like *you*?
You: "Father Mazov, the hero of the wor... |
Dick Mullen and the Mistaken Identity: In your hand, you hold four-fifths of "Dick Mullen and the Mistaken Identity."
You: Start reading.
Dick Mullen and the Mistaken Identity: The story opens with a knock at the door. Detective Dick Mullen is greeted by an old friend, Charlie Spillane, who's come to Mullen to ask a ... |
You: Look under the boxes of carton.
Trash Container: You see: milk, an egg-rest with one broken egg in it, some pasta wrapper... Picking up the soggy packages somehow feels familiar.
Interfacing: You've done this before. The movements are recorded in your elbows, the methodology in your fingers... you're used to thi... |
Conceptualization: Paintbrush -- check, heavy fuel oil -- check... Now the only thing left to do is paint the wall.
Conceptualization: The paintbrush in your hand is like a loaded revolver. What will it be, desperado? Quite a few things come to mind...
You: "I LOVE YOU CUNO"
Conceptualization: You've spoken. The wal... |
You: Attempt to narrow the receiving mode manually.
System: Variable["jam.warship_interfacing_rc_success"]
Interfacing: Your grip is firm, yet controlled. The swelling in your headset guides your hands as much as your hands guide the bronze horse head. It's almost like you're hearing *through* the horse itself...
So... |
You: "I found eight sets of footprints, but there's only seven of you... Where is the eighth Hardie boy?"
Titus Hardie: "What are you talkin' about, madman? There's no eighth Hardie boy. There's seven of us and we're all here." He sizes you up.
Titus Hardie: "Or what -- *you* want to be the eighth Hardie boy? We ain'... |
You: "Titus sent Elizabeth away and said her services were no longer needed."
Evrart Claire: "Oh yes. She came to see me. Said Titus Hardie is the most stubborn man she's ever met and you..." He shakes his finger at you. "You are on a whole new level of *difficult*."
Evrart Claire: "Honestly, Harry," he says with a c... |
Kim Kitsuragi: "Very noble of you. Are we done here?"
You: "Thanks for this." (Conclude.)
Kim Kitsuragi: The lieutenant nods.
You: "Hey, Kim, what do all these holes mean?" (Point to the dots on the watermark.)
Kim Kitsuragi: "Those are *perforations*. They represent your record as an officer of the RCM. They're yo... |
System: Variable["TASK.inspect_traps_2_done"]
Lena, the Cryptozoologist's wife: "Hello, sweetie. How are you?" She sounds tired.
Perception (Sight): Dark circles around her eyes. She's absolutely exhausted.
Empathy: She asked about you because she's afraid to hear about the traps. But that's what she really wants ne... |
Inland Empire: Stop. Just up ahead: danger.
Hand/Eye Coordination: You are prepared. Don't put away your friend. Your weapon.
Interfacing: Raindrops slip from the barrels of your Nachtwey A80 pistol.
Authority: Why don't you take out your trusty Villiers instead?
Logic: There really isn't much of a difference betwe... |
You: Present an investment plan that is sure to fail.
System: Variable["cargo.mrlb_concept_wcheck2"]
Conceptualization: What's worse than throwing money at something that's already failed?
You: "You should invest in the RCM!"
System: IsKimHere()
Kim Kitsuragi: "He should what?"
Mega Rich Light-Bending Guy: "The v... |
Jean Vicquemare: "Look what the tide brought in," the man says in a measured tone. Suddenly, his expression changes and he tilts his head...
System: CheckEquipped("shirt_t500") and (CheckEquipped("shoes_t500") or CheckEquipped("gloves_t500") or CheckEquipped("hat_t500"))
Jean Vicquemare: "I wanna call you a tea... |
You: "Titus Hardie gave me a recording. On it, the deceased says he intends to rape someone."
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): She puts her coffee cup down.
Perception (Hearing): With a soft ring, as the porcelain meets the metal table.
Empathy: This does not surprise her.
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Di... |
You: The mug, I'm getting that mug too.
Trash Container: You pick out a broken mug, with an oddly racist depiction of *the yellow man* frolicking in saffron.
You: (Take the mug.)
System: (Variable["backyard.gary_mugs"]) == false
System: IsKimHere()
Kim Kitsuragi: "Mhm..." The lieutenant briefly glances at the mug,... |
System: Variable["boardwalk.feld_mural_main_hub_reached"]
Feld Mural: The once-bright mural towers above you, saying "FELD ELECTRICAL R&D."
System: Variable["boardwalk.mural_look_in"] and IsKimHere() == false
Esprit de Corps: Somewhere in Martinaise, Lieutenant Kitsuragi is consulting his notebook... A sudden drau... |
Kim Kitsuragi: "Let's start from the top."
Kim Kitsuragi: "You humiliated me. I don't care what your political beliefs are, but you painted me with the same brush. Publicly."
Kim Kitsuragi: "I have been defamed over *live radio*. That has never happened to me before. And it *never* will again."
Kim Kitsuragi: "If yo... |
Limbic System: Here we are again, my broken bird. The waves are coming... carrying you away... but you can't go. No -- you have to stay. Always half-aware of yourself.
Limbic System: You're not *cooperating* brother-man.
You: Why?
Limbic System: It's your disgusting *body*. Even through your sleep, you feel a vague ... |
Composure: *Something* isn't right about this game.
You: Take a closer look.
René Arnoux: Despite his limp, the man in the uniform moves with efficient grace. His motions are measured and precise.
Gaston Martin: The jolly-looking man in the checkered jacket moves lazily. Like a giant tomcat stretched out in the sun.... |
Gary, the Cryptofascist: "Do I know how to turn back time...?" He gives you a sideways glance. "Is that a trick question?"
System: (Variable["plaza.fascha_dq_asked_someone_the_q"]) == false
System: (IsKimHere()) == false
Rhetoric: A question for an answer, huh? The answer must be really obvious.
You: "I don't joke ... |
System: Variable["plaza.tracks_viscal_wc_success_done"]
Visual Calculus: The tracks are as they have ever been. A bit more worn, perhaps. Fortunately, the street sweeper still hasn't noticed their presence.
System: (IsKimHere()) == false
You: This is significant somehow.
Visual Calculus: Maybe. Probably.
Inland Em... |
System: (Variable["boardwalk.ruby_third_merc"] == true) == false
De Paule: "Ruud? Ruud is the killer --" The armoured woman smiles a vicious smile. "Ruud 'The Killer' Hoenkloewen -- he doesn't talk much."
Ruud Hoenkloewen: "... all of you fucking cunts inside out..."
You: "What was that, Ruud?"
Ruud Hoenkloewen: ".... |
Shivers: A shift in temperature. The air chills around you. Dust settles on the stony floor.
You: Rub your sides for warmth.
Shivers: A former architect stands before a slice of window, a room plan in her hand. A cold wave has made the air in the building stand still and frozen, with temperatures falling down to -20°... |
You: "Are there any *invisible* cryptids?"
Lena, the Cryptozoologist's wife: "What an interesting question! And the answer is: yes, there are!"
Kim Kitsuragi: "Of course. All fairy tales have someone or something invisible in them."
You: "You're right Kim, it's childish, but I need to know."
Kim Kitsuragi: "Okay. I... |
Half Light: A threat? Retaliate immediately. You'll see -- they'll fall over like bitch-leaves. These boys ain't got the *cojones*.
You: "Don't fuck with me, boys. I'm one of the bad cops."
Fuck the World: "Whoa... c'mon, man..." He raises his open palms. "We're just talking here. Just words, nothing wrong with that.... |
System: (Variable["TASK.report_to_the_tribunal_done"]) == false
System: Variable["whirling.medicine_steal_hub_reached"]
Medicine Cabinet: This medicine cabinet is stocked with drugs, plus an old toothbrush, and...
You: Search for the Preptide again.
Electrochemistry: There it is, the orange sun wearing blister pack... |
Bed: And then -- sleep doesn't come.
You: But I *want* to sleep...
Bed: Obviously -- you're in bed with your eyes closed. But it's not happening.
You: Why?
Bed: Maybe it's the bed's fault?
You: Check the blanket.
Bed: It barely covers your toes, stretching over your soft belly. This is your body here, intimate an... |
System: Variable["TASK.inspect_traps_2_done"]
Lena, the Cryptozoologist's wife: "Hello, sweetie. How are you?" She sounds tired.
Perception (Sight): Dark circles around her eyes. She's absolutely exhausted.
Empathy: She asked about you because she's afraid to hear about the traps. But that's what she really wants ne... |
System: IsKimHere()
You: I don't care what it is.
Electronic Doorbell: Twelve name cards on the call box read:
You: (Empty card.)
Electronic Doorbell: This button looks new, but someone has removed the name card. Nothing happens when you try to ring it.
System: IsKimHere()
System: Variable["doomed.dicemaker_greet... |
Mainframe: A machine stands in the corner, watched over by the figures on the stained glass window. It's turned on and quivering with soft electricity.
Reaction Speed: Another radiocomputer! Could it bear connection to the one in the Doomed Commercial Area?
Interfacing: This is the Rehm Prefect, radiocomputer model n... |
Working Class Woman: "What with?" She tries hard to focus on the book stand.
Reaction Speed: What *with*? A lot of things! For example, people tend to go *missing*.
Authority: This citizen thinks she can do without your assistance? Don't buy it. They all need help.
Physical Instrument: Help her by... carrying things... |
System: (Variable["doomed.breakerbox_black_wire_plugged_out"]) == false
System: IsTaskActive("TASK.help_soona_with_her_project")--[[ Variable[ ]]
Ice Cream Maker: This orange machine is buzzing like an old submarine. It has a hand-cranked ice cream churner on top and an electric freezer that appears to be frozen shut... |
Stereo 8 Player: The compact tape player is still and silent. Seems it has completely broken down now.
Encyclopedia: The machine was made in Revachol by a company called Lemercier -- their logo depicts the triple-towered Delta skyline. It was supposedly built to last.
Interfacing: There is no fixing this one.
Kim Ki... |
Lilienne's Twin: The scruffy-haired little boy kicks a stone. He can't be more than five years old.
Lilienne's Other Twin: The other one looks indistinguishable from him. He watches his brother kick the stone with his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
You: "You guys look identical."
Lilienne's Twin: The stone-kicking... |
Stock Certificate: The pearlescent paper adamantly resists being held open -- it demands struggle at both ends. The print inside is just as taxing due to its fine and curlicued font. The most attractive part is the image emblazoned across the top.
Hand/Eye Coordination: Feisty little thing! But don't worry -- it's und... |
System: Variable["doomed.seen_furnace"]
Central Furnace: A thick layer of coal dust covers the furnace, colouring it pitch-black.
You: Smear your hands with coal.
Central Furnace: A lush layer of coal now covers your skin, sinking into the wrinkles. Your hands look ancient.
Inland Empire: You feel the spirit of Ram... |
System: Variable["plaza.flaubert_greeting_done"]
Pissf****t: "That ride is fucking lightning!" the young man exclaims.
System: (Variable["plaza.flaubert_total_cunt"]) == false
Fuck the World: "Hey, Pissf****t, look who it is! Shrunken cop head material!"
You: "Do you guys know Cindy the SKULL?"
Pissf****t: "Oh yea... |
Door, Room #3: The door is closed.
You: Knock.
Door, Room #3: "Who is it?" A woman's voice answers -- muffled by the door.
Drama: Tired. Controlled.
Esprit de Corps: Somewhere not far from here the lieutenant is preparing her file. "Klaasje Amandou," he writes. You realize the detective should be here for what come... |
Knick-knacks Stand: You see rows of toy soldiers guarding the rest of the trinkets displayed on the table: some on horseback, others in rags, others yet in bright blue uniforms. All are stern and unyielding in their duty.
System: (Variable["canal.roy_inland_buy_done"]) == false
Inland Empire: Try to find something pr... |
System: (Variable["doomed.breakerbox_black_wire_plugged_out"]) == false
System: IsTaskActive("TASK.help_soona_with_her_project")--[[ Variable[ ]]
Ice Cream Maker: This orange machine is buzzing like an old submarine. It has a hand-cranked ice cream churner on top and an electric freezer that appears to be frozen shut... |
You: Why's he shifting around like that? Analyze Gary's composure.
System: (Variable["coast.gary_white_check_succeeded"]) == false
System: Variable["coast.gary_white_check_succeeded_failed"]
Composure: Okay, he keeps shifting uncomfortably, but you can't make head or tail of this sound -- and honestly it's rude to s... |
Evrart Claire: "Most certainly, Harry." The big man nods merrily. "Nothing brightens my day like brainstorming these things with you."
You: "Tell me about Titus Hardie and his crew."
Evrart Claire: "Oh, they are simply fine young men -- all seven of them! Exemplary Union members. Always working to advance their posit... |
Ancient Reptilian Brain: There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it -- no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore.
Ancient Reptilian Brain: Ever.
Ancient Reptilian Brain: Never ever.
You: (Simply keep on non-existing.)
Ancient Reptilian Brain:... |
Empathy: You were too pushy last time. Think this through, try to really *understand* the psychological bond Cuno has with Cunoesse.
You: Okay. So what's the deal with Cunoesse?
Empathy: Just look -- while Cuno has no problem being near you, she always hides behind the fence, afraid for her life, like she's *done* so... |
Ancient Reptilian Brain: There is nothing.
Ancient Reptilian Brain: Again.
You: Just lie there, passed out.
Ancient Reptilian Brain: Well, *almost* nothing. There is the ground below you. That's still there. And the small light that's on -- fluttering -- somewhere in the Basal Ganglia.
You: Who's that?
Ancient Rep... |
Endurance: You feel something in your chest. An unnatural pressure. It's spreading to your left arm, your jaw...
Pain Threshold: We've been here before. You've got this.
Half Light: Fucking shit, I'm scared. What do I do? Who do I call?
Composure: Don't go grabbing at your chest and screaming bloody murder. Keep you... |
System: (Variable["yard.cuno_punchhub_reached"]) == false
Cuno: "Cuno's Cuno, pig!" The boy points to his chest with both thumbs.
Logic: It's always *Cuno*, never *I*. Clearly the kid's using the third-person perspective as a shield.
Half Light: Cuno... Primal. Violent.
You: "Got it -- I had another question."
Cun... |
Reaction Speed: Is that an Insulindian phasmid? It looks like an Insulindian phasmid. Quick -- catch it before it scuttles away!
You: Pirouette toward the phasmid.
Fishing Rod: Beautiful leap! But this isn't a phasmid in your hand -- it is a fishing rod.
Evrart Claire: "What are you trying to accomplish, Harry?"
Yo... |
Cuno: "Okay, so, we've got the old fuck." The kid whispers, his eyes bugging out of his skull with excitement.
You: "Do you think he did it?"
Cuno: A crooked little smile. "Oh fuck, he's practically dyin' to big up how he did it. Just get him to cough it up. Cuno's got your back."
You: "How do you think the question... |
Saint-Batiste Pharmaceutics: A small cabinet on the wall is filled with various medicine bottles, nasal sprays and blister packs. They all bear the Saint-Batiste Pharmaceutics logo.
Frittte clerk: "Uhm, just ask me if you need anything from Saint-Batiste. We don't stock prescription meds, but we do have nosaphed, drou... |
System: Variable["yard.sense_viscal_greeting_done"]
Glen: Starting from the right: Boot size 44. Blond man in his thirties. Overbearingly masculine.
Composure: Wants the world to know he's a macho-macho man: tobacco-chewing and knuckle cracking. Who else do we have here?
Theo: Sitting on his right: standard working ... |
Ruby, the Instigator: "I'm listening."
You: "You... liked Klaasje *a lot*."
Ruby, the Instigator: "I considered her a good friend, yeah."
You: "There are... other things I... ask about." (Conclude.)
Ruby, the Instigator: "Go ahead -- it's your body."
Kim Kitsuragi: "Hngh..."
Esprit de Corps: And mine too, he thin... |
Horseback Monument: A cardboard sign hangs from the arm pointing out to sea. Written in shaky marker pen are the words: 'PALE SWALLOWS ALL'. What was once a gesture of great power has been hijacked to signal the ceaseless march of annihilation.
Horseback Monument: Your eyes glide over the horse, over its patina green ... |
Coalition Warship Archer: "We have transmitted our summary to the Committee of Responsibility. Please continue standing by..."
Horseback Antenna: ...
Horseback Antenna: "Wie kannst du... unseren Jungen... auf einem dieser *Dinger*..."
System: Variable["church.soona_archer_working_soona"]
Soona, the Programmer: "Off... |
System: (Variable["canal.roy_intro_done"]) == false
Bird's Nest Roy: "It's not often that I see officers from the RCM in my pawnshop." The man at the counter turns to you slowly.
Bird's Nest Roy: "What can I do for you?" he asks.
Empathy: His courtesy is not insincere, but he prefers being alone with his projector, ... |
You: Touch it with your finger, gently. (Proceed.)
The Hanged Man: A black trickle of liquid runs into his throat from the wound...
You: Put your finger in.
The Hanged Man: Your index fits right in there. A tight tunnel of flesh opens up -- tissue damage -- wide enough for two fingers. As you push both in, you reach... |
Visual Calculus: Is there something here that would indicate a sniper used this place as a nest for taking the shot? Just some urban detritus, a bottle and a dilapidated old comms tower.
Endurance: The wind picks up. Fine sea foam lashes your face. It feels like needles. You can take it -- just raise your collar, dete... |
Coupris Kineema: In the cabin you see a set of steering levers, a radio on a hook, a pull-out toolbox and the soft glow of the fuel pre-heater gauge.
You: Look in the suspect transport enclosure.
Coupris Kineema: The cage at the back of the motor carriage looks rather uncomfortable. Four shiny hubcaps are stacked aga... |
You: "Titus says he's got a tape where the deceased discusses committing rape. Tell me about it."
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "You haven't listened to it?" She blows a column of smoke in the air. "You sure you don't want to hear it before questioning me?"
You: "This is my investigation. I run it my way."
Kla... |
System: (Variable["coast.payphone_interfacing_white_succeeded"]) == false
System: (Variable["coast.payphone_made_fourth_prank_call"]) == false
System: Variable["coast.payphone_hub_reached"]
Payphone: You pick up the handset. There's a tone -- the machine is operable.
System: (Variable["coast.payphone_kim_one_time_g... |
System: (IsKimHere() and Variable["coast.morell_before_lena_day_2"]) == false
System: (Variable["coast.morell_before_lena_day_2_wokim"]) == false
Logic: A little missing person's puzzle might be just the thing to take your mind off the hangover.
Authority: You hear that? Someone's *missing*. There could be *foul p... |
Abandoned Lorry: The movie stars are still smiling from the walls. There's a radio transmitter in the front and a pull-out toolbox tucked under the driver's seat. Some tools lie scattered near the pedals.
You: Pull out the pull-out toolbox.
Abandoned Lorry: A metallic drawer slides out from the seat: It's empty, exce... |
Perception (Hearing): The dry grass crackles under your feet as you stop. Far away birds' wings touch the still surface of the sea...
You: What is that flutter?
Perception (Hearing): The flock of quail departs; now more than a hundred metres away... a hundred and two... a hundred and five...
You: Underneath the flut... |
System: IsKimHere()
Jean Vicquemare: "I don't *want* to. But you discovered a new species. And solved the murder..." He shrugs.
Jean Vicquemare: "So I *have* to. Jude?"
System: (IsTHCCookingOrFixed("the_waste_land_of_reality") or SubstanceUsedOnce("alcohol") == false) == false
Judit Minot: "Honestly -- anything th... |
Lilienne, the Net Picker: The woman gazes steadily at the waves. A sudden gust picks up her dark hair and lets it fall again, tussled, wild. She brushes a few stray locks from her eyes, and only then spots you approaching.
Lilienne, the Net Picker: "Aye, so here you are. It's late and it's snowing. The snow is..." She... |
You: "Would you say that Lely was... a *likeable* person?"
Ruby, the Instigator: "I didn't like him. Hardened mercenaries aren't particularly likeable types."
You: "I have other questions." (Conclude.)
Ruby, the Instigator: "I'm listening."
You: "Do you have an... alibi? For when Lely was shot?"
Ruby, the Instigat... |
System: (Variable["gates.mhead_fight_success"]) == false
System: (Variable["gates.mhead_greeting_done"]) == false
System: (Variable["gates.mhead_introhub_reached"]) == false
Measurehead: "YOUR BODY BETRAYS YOUR DEGENERACY."
Measurehead's Babe: "Yeah, Measurehead, his body totally betrays his degeneracy," the young ... |
Esprit de Corps: Okay, the man with the sunglasses and his *hypothetical Station 41*. Weird, right?
You: I know! Super weird.
Esprit de Corps: There's something we're missing here... something you can't put our finger on. You know what -- just ask him. I know it sounds crazy (and you'll probably get laughed at). But ... |
Perception (Hearing): The remaining windows rattle from a strong gust of wind. They're covered in a thick layer of grime. They must have been like this for forty years.
You: Try to see inside.
Perception (Hearing): Dripping water falls from a high place. All you can see is the shadow of a collapsing staircase.
Visua... |
Kim Kitsuragi: A moment passes. The lieutenant glances at the sports watch on his wrist.
You: "So..." (Point to your face.) "I shaved."
Kim Kitsuragi: "Yes, uhm..." The lieutenant stares at your shaven face, his eyes narrowed. "Uhhhh..." he mumbles. "I don't know what to say." He coughs. "Perhaps..."
You: "I knew I ... |
System: Variable["plaza.flaubert_greeting_done"]
Pissf****t: "That ride is fucking lightning!" the young man exclaims.
System: (Variable["plaza.flaubert_total_cunt"]) == false
Fuck the World: "Hey, Pissf****t, look who it is! Shrunken cop head material!"
You: "Do you know anything about the murder that took place h... |
Dolores Dei: Dolores Dei -- the innocence of humanism, internationalism, and the welfare state -- turns around to face you. She has an airship bag in her hand. She seems to be in a hurry.
Suggestion: Okay, don't say you need to 'talk' right away. Melt the ice first -- this way you're *already* talking.
Volition: But ... |
System: (Variable["TASK.report_to_the_tribunal_done"] and Variable["TASK.check_back_on_renovation_later"]) == false
System: Variable["jam.horseback_monument_scaffolding"]
Horseback Monument: An old monument stands in the middle of the traffic island. It is surrounded by scaffolding that has been haphazardly erected... |
Evrart Claire: "Of course, let us dispatch with the formalities, you call me Evrart, I call you Harry!"
You: "Fine by me."
Evrart Claire: "So Harry, what can I help you with today?"
You: "I did it, Evrart. I turned it off."
Evrart Claire: "What?" The big man looks at you, confused.
You: "The shady brew. You told m... |
Evrart Claire: "Yes. Your lost gun." His face turns serious. "My best men are on it. They're turning every stone, searching every playground, asking kids, grandmas, everyone."
Evrart Claire: "Your gun *will* be found, Harry. Let me assure you of that." He winks at you. "It's just a matter of time and... *effort*."
Rh... |
Endurance: You were right, bröther. (There's a sudden tightness in your lower intestine.)
You: What? What's going on?
Endurance: Back there, in your sleep. All the weak-willed delinquents, dilly-dalliers, foreign moneylenders, insane anarchists, and yes -- the wöömen -- they've run this place to ruin.
You: I didn't ... |
Endurance: Do you know what today is?
You: Huh?
Endurance: Of course. It's been too long since this has happened for you to recognize the feeling.
Endurance: It's your first day sober.
You: How did I let it come to this? I need to get my buzz on *immediately*.
Endurance: No, you don't. You're well into detoxing no... |
Codex Urik: The title reads: "Codex Urik: the Industrious Dweorgr of Wirrâl". It's an introductory race creation and dweorg cultural backstory manual.
You: What does this mean?
System: (Variable["doomed.game_wc_wirral_boolean"]) == false
Conceptualization: You see an old, out-of-shape drunkard of a cop incapable of ... |
A Folded Library Card: The library card is folded into two and still slightly wet to the touch. The front side reads: "Central Jamrock Public Library Card. Issued to Billie Méjean, expires July '53."
Logic: Billie is a unisex name. Could be the deceased *or* his family member?
You: Look inside.
A Folded Library Card... |
Cleaning Lady: "Give me a moment." An elderly woman is leaning on her broom, her knuckles white as bone. She seems to be having difficulty breathing.
Cleaning Lady: "The cold never does any good for my bronchitis..." She sneezes into a dirty handkerchief.
Endurance: This woman's health is failing her. There's not muc... |
Kim Kitsuragi: "I'm more interested in *why* you're so fixated on this idea in the first place."
You: "We can't assign *la responsabilité* if we don't go through the proper channels."
Kim Kitsuragi: "But here's the thing, detective. *We're* the proper channels. Doing our work, right here on the ground, is how we'll s... |
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