Conversation · Andre

"Hello, I'm Andre. It's a pleasure to meet you."

There is definitely something futuristic about his hair, aggressively so. You get the sense that this is what the future will look like...

Imbecilic. Yes, should the future ever come, it will look deeply imbecilic. Like this guy.

Shake his hand.

His grip is strong, sweaty, and warm. He's trying to project and inspire confidence.

"This is my posse: Noid...."

The young man with earrings looks at you suspiciously.

"...and Egg Head."

"Egg!" he yells. The tape player high above his head continues to blast strange music.

"Together with Acele Berger -- who's out there right now, doing some seriously progressive sonic experimentation -- we like to think of ourselves as 'music venue organizers.'"

"Why are you here?"

"You see, we've been all over Jamrock North, prospecting for real estate to establish a new venue in..."

"Also for talent!"

"Yes, thank you, Egg Head. And, while there is no shortage of raw, unfettered talent spinning tapes in Jamrock, we've had rotten luck with the real estate part."

"Place is a shithole."

"I apologize for my friend Noid's potty-mouth. I realize this is not how you speak to a police officer. He has authority issues."

"Was there something you wanted?"

"Yes -- it's a matter of occupied ecclesiastical property. I bet you've noticed the derelict hive of narcomania on the coast?"

Finally someone who understands the plight of narcomania! Play it cool, you might have an ally here.

"Narcomania..." (Nod thoughtfully.) "What exactly are we talking about here?"

"I'm talking about the church. And I'm not exaggerating! Even a place of spiritual refuge can become a magnet for all sorts of dopeheads and burnouts if left unattended..."

"Dopeheads!"

"Burnouts!" He angrily spits on a screw, then starts cleaning it.

"Well, I'm sad to say, that's exactly what happened. Sad because we were just about to put Martinaise on the map with one of the maddest dance clubs in Jamrock -- no, strike that -- in Revachol..."

"Strike that -- the world!"

"And sadder yet because the dopeheads and burnouts holed up in there are the worst kind."

He leans back a little, watching you with a steady, serious gaze, letting you imagine just how bad those 'dopeheads' and 'burnouts' really are.

Good. This calls for an opinion. You're an expert in those.

"What kind?"

"The spooky kind."

"'Spookiness' is not a matter for police investigation."

"You know, officer, you really should judge that for yourself. But keep in mind, their spookiness is the kind that keeps us from restoring this church into a community centre. And a place of spiritual refuge."

"Also, they don't heat or clean the building. Shit's gonna collapse."

"People just wanna spin tapes without them spookin' it up! Place has bad sines! No one can dance like that."

"Thank you, Egg Head..."

"So you're gonna look into it, right?" He turns to you. "It should be a police matter -- getting them out. Whatever spooky stuff they're doing, I'm sure it's not what the Ecclesiastes meant their property for."

Going to the island can wait. This is super important.

Going to the island is your fate, this is an ACT OF FREE WILL. Say yes to CHOICE!

"I'll make up my mind later. I have questions for you first." (Not now.)

"Alright, man!" He claps his hands, enthusiastically...

...with the sort of glee that's meant to imply you've already taken on the case.

"I'll look into it. Tell me more." (Get the task.)

"Alright, man!" He claps his hands enthusiastically.

Andre is obviously very happy you took him seriously. The whole tent is. The boys exchange giddy looks.

"The police have more important things to do right now, kid." (Not now.)

"C'mon, man, at least think about it first. It's our lives at stake here, our dreams! I'm sure you'll see things differently once you've let me explain it... You guys like questions, right? Cops love questions, ask me some! You'll see!"

"Yeah!" His comrade nods his huge head along to the bass. "You got questions -- we got answers!"

"I bet he's got a shit-load of questions."

He's right. All those sweet questions waiting to be answered... you can choose to let them go, though. There will be plenty of questions to ask at another time. Or even from other people -- from people on the island.

"Okay, maybe just a few questions..."

"That's the spirit!"

"Nope." [Leave.]

He's right. All those sweet questions waiting to be answered... you can choose to let them go, though. There will be plenty of questions to ask at another time. Or even from other people.

"What exactly do you mean by spooky?"

"I was hoping you would be the judge of that, officer. All I can say is, their spookiness is the kind that keeps us from restoring this church into a community centre. And a place of spiritual refuge."

"Are they foreigners? I bet they're foreigners."

"Could be, we don't know for sure. But we do know they are spooky."

"I don't know, I'm a bit of a dopehead myself..."

"Oh, if it was just like that," he rushes to reassure you, "it would be fine. But they're also spooky."

"I don't know, I indulge a little too sometimes..."