Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Where
16Tasks
136- Getting the body down
- Find working class husband
- Help Revachol Ice City cut losses
- The Jam Mystery
- Call your station's lazareth
- Investigate Doomed Commercial Area
- End-of-day debrief with Kim
- The Missing Insects Case
- Find the traffic hooligan
- Meet Lilienne at Land's End
- 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
Dialogue
402- "Always my pleasure to be of assistance to the RCM. Godspeed, and if we don't meet again…
- A cardboard sign hangs from the arm pointing out to sea. Written in shaky marker pen are…
- "RIGHT TO WORK! RIGHT TO WORK!" the ostensible leader of the strikebreakers chants…
- "Olá, Tequila Sunset, boiadeiro grande!" He looks at you with soft and hazy eyes.
- "Yo, man. What's on your mind?" He drops a bolt into his toolbox.
- "THE UNPROMISING RACE PUPIL RETURNS."
- The worker is in a deep slumber.
- "The purity of snow always reminds me of the purity of a man's soul...." He looks at the…
- "If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask."
- That sugary black rum stain on the counter makes you teary-eyed with joy. It's almost…
- A lorry, abandoned by its owner, stuck in the interminable traffic jam.
- "It's always nice to see you here. You bring good energy."
- You see a set of tattered curtains blocking the way to another room. A strange cage-like…
- The door is closed.
- "Hmm-hmm-hmm..." She's still searching for a book, her eyes wandering over the colourful…
- This coin-operated viewer is facing South. The instruction manual says to insert twenty…
- This coin-operated viewer is facing southwest. Its coin-slot is full of fossilized…
- A stone like any other, lying in a whorl of sleet and mud. Maybe there's something under…
Notes
461- "Then let's go."
- The lieutenant merely nods.
- The lieutenant nods in agreeance.
- "I assure you, it was him."
- "I feel good about our work here today." The lieutenant nods. "It's all about the little things -- like bringing people random stuffed animals."
- "Wonderful."
- "Hmmm, that's a fair point. Alright, for the good of the investigation, what do you want to know?"
- "Wouldn't that be something? And who could say it's not true? If you really don't remember anything... how would you know?" The thought makes him uneasy. "We…
- "I'm relieved that you agree," he says, then pauses.
- "I hope you do."
- "Okay -- let's talk about it. You stole the boots." He looks at the gleaming technological footwear you're sporting.
- "Oh? You will?" He raises his collar. His eyes narrow. "Then I will help you to do so. Now..."
- "Really?" The lieutenant gives you a look, thorough as if performing triage. "You look fine to me."
- "So no, I don't think they sent you as a joke. And even if they did, they are in for a surprise."
- "Binoclard? Is that how they do things over at the 41st? No wonder your clearance rate is so low."
- "Are you sure? Who could say it's not true? If you really don't remember anything.... how would you know?" The thought makes him uneasy. "We should move."
- The lieutenant blinks, his mouth slightly open and his body motionless. A microsecond passes.
- "I see, yes. You're what we call a bad ass, aren't you?" He makes little quotation marks around the words, indicating he is unsure of its actual badassery.