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- On the table you see a bowl of water, a rough soap, and next to it a small hand mirror. A…
- The motor carriage looks very sad sitting all alone in the ice.
- You see a heavy steel door with a prominent dimple lock. It's painted blue.
- The scaffolding around the old monument has been taken down. In its place are the spoils…
- A plaster cast bust depicts a middle-aged man with impressive sideburns. The name on the…
- She's crying, too heartbroken to notice you standing next to her.
- "I have nothing to say to you. Get out of my sight."
- The ageing alcoholic is still there, breathing... The air in the room is stale.
- "Don't call... don't call her..." The drunk man speaks in his sleep. Drool dribbles from…
- "The legend returns. You know the deal, legend-man. Smokes are smokey, pilsner... gets…
- The woman stands, slumped. She looks catatonic under her mountain of RCM paraphernalia…
- "Hello! Isn't this a fine morning?" He nods to you, smiling.
- Machine's keyboard is still illuminated, revealing virescent PLAY and PRINT buttons.
- A metal payphone under a yellow plastic dome. There's a bitter, caustic taste on the tip…
- "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.
- This door is made of metal and appears to be reinforced. Someone here really values their…
- A weathered brown door. The number reads '20'.
Notes
461- "Understood." He nods, reverting his attention to the container, still stinking in front of you.
- You and him are on the same page now -- about The Law and being it. This has affected your relationship positively.
- The lieutenant clearly appreciates the chance to clear up the drummer issue himself.
- "I don't. Let's go."
- The lieutenant pats the box on the head, ever so slightly, before walking away.
- "For god's sake, leave the box unticked then. What next?"
- "That's right," he nods.
- "That's wonderful, officer. My opinion of you has lowered. Go ahead, write down a stupid nonsensical number in the autopsy form too -- instead of E50.100.1000."
- "Losing your paperwork is not a small issue. I'm sorry if I came off as patronizing." He looks at his notebook.
- "Good call."
- "You told me the wrong serial number." The lieutenant grows very still. "Why would you do that? Why would you jeopardize your own crime scene? And now the bo…
- "Ellis Kortenaer -- we have a full name to provide here..." He seems satisifed.
- "Good. Let's go with that."
- "I think that may well be the moral of every story, officer." The lieutenant grins.
- "Any halfway competent notary should be able to handle this. Not getting her signature was probably the best thing to do."
- "Yes -- being an asshole makes this much easier. Let's go."
- "Any halfway competent notary should be able to handle this. Not getting Isobel's actual signature was probably the best thing to do."
- "You made the right choice." The lieutenant smiles approvingly. "Now let's move out and solve this case."