Drama
- conversations
- 161
- Locations
- 11
Description
COOL FOR: UNDERCOVER COPS. THESPIANS OF THE STAGE. PSYCHOPATHS.
Drama urges you to treat the world as a stage – and on it, to perform. It enables you to lie, to concoct the most elaborate and wonderful stories; to take on ingenious personas and perform acts of stagecraft in an entertaining amalgam of fourberie and deceit! As well, it enables you to see through would-be actors and their false antics. If they lie, you’ll know. Immediately.
At high levels, Drama may render you an insufferable thespian – one prone to hysterics and bouts of paranoia; for to know the world is a stage is to know that Truth is a Vanity. However, with low Drama you cannot lie – or discern when others lie. And a cop who can't do either is a cop who's soon going to be lying six feet under.
Where
11Tasks
117- Find the traffic hooligan
- Replace lost boule
- Make truce with Cuno
- Interview cafeteria manager
- Inspect victim's body
- Report your badge missing
- Find money for rent and pay Garte
- Pay for damages
- Talk to Garte for Sylvie
- Talk to Joyce about the pale without Kim
- Track down your badge
- Who put the clothes in the trash?
- Style your paperwork
- Read your ledger and name the case
- Joyce's info on the lynching
- The victim's tattoos
- Send victim's body to processing
- Who made the call reporting the crime?
Dialogue
161- "Oh hey, wey. There's coffee in the back... Oh, wait, I meant the Mother's love."
- "Yes, what is it?" She doesn't look up from the keyboard.
- Shelves filled to the brim with crime novels featuring the supposedly stalwart Vespertine…
- Bratan, now is the time!
- "Oh... sorry, officer... What do you want?"
- Droplets of rain fall on the white-on-blue police livery of the motor carriage.
- "Hey, Sylvie, it's the police again."
- "Cuno cares now."
- "Mr. Du Bois! Every worker for himself, right?" He smiles a wide sly smile. "What can I…
- "I can't believe it's snowing again..." The young woman resting by the wheelbarrow sighs.
- It's the ledger you found in the trash: a cabbage of papers hanging from the board…
- Your flashlight slides over an old green chalkboard covered in scribbles, sketches and…
- "The performative experience has ended. Good -- what can I help you with?"
- She reaches for the photo; takes it, then holds it in her hand...
- "Oh," she raises her brow as to say -- and?
- "This... reality?" She pulls her hood closer around her neck.
- "I've got nothing to say to you. Why are you wasting your time?" She crosses her arms.
- "The coppernado is back..." He smirks. "What do you want?"