Conversation · Noid

"The supra-natural... so you think it's real, that it actually exists?" (Proceed.)

"Most of it doesn't exist, but there's also stuff that isn't allowed to exist because the moralists think it's too dangerous for the plebes."

"Psionic powers, pale-related diseases, pretenders pretending to be human, folk rites, that kind of stuff."

"What's wrong with the supra-natural?"

"Nothing's wrong with it. It should definitely be researched. You can still do sick shit with it, though."

The sickest. That is perhaps why it should be researched.

This young speedfreak seems to know a lot about 'sines'... could he be the techno-tinkerer you're looking for?

His look is intensely suspicious.

This young speedfreak seems to know a lot about 'sines'... could he have the technical skill you're looking for?

"So you had a talk with Andre, and now you want to discuss things with Noid?" He's stooped over his toolbox as usual, shuffling bolts around angrily.

"That's fine, man. But I've gotta warn you -- our sines are still off. It will take some time for me to get my psi on."

"So you had a talk with Andre, and now you want to discuss things with Noid? Good." Skin shows through the holes in the speedfreak's too-large sweater. In front of him -- an open toolbox full of carpentry tools and parts.

"It's good you talked to Andre first. Gave me time to get a reading on your sine. Can't really talk to people before you get a reading." He runs his hand through his hair, which is combed back in mock seriousness, and continues to fiddle with some gears.

Noid shakes to the beat. There are no tools in his hands at the moment. He appears to ignore you.

"Go speak to Andre. I'm just the Noid," a strangely dressed young man says without looking up from his toolbox.

"Okay, I'll speak to Andre." [Leave.]

"What if I want to speak to you first?"

"I suck at socializing, man. If you go speak to Andre, I'll have time to tune in. Get a reading on your sine." Before he's finished talking, he's already turned back to his tools.

Maybe you should just stand there, watch him rattle his toolbox. Get to know his 'sine.'

This young speedfreak seems to know a lot about 'sines'... could he be the techno-tinkerer you're looking for?

"That's ridiculous."

"See? It's already going wrong. Sine is off." The young man picks up a thin metal saw blade and examines it.

Scared? Angry? It's hard to say which this man is.

He's just scared.

Just stand there and observe him.

The contents of the young man's toolbox are organized in a neat, yet eclectic manner. He is constantly checking out the various tools and parts and rearranging them slightly...

It's a bit hypnotizing if you look at it long enough.

"I have all kinds of screws." He holds up a handful.

"What do you do with all that stuff?"

"These are my consumer items and my means of production. I enjoy them."

"Talk to Andre. No point in standing here -- the sines are really out of tune." He glances at the others.

"You have a whole lot of stuff."

"I'd have a whole lot more stuff if I had a place where I could keep that stuff."

Nod.

"They'll come in handy for fixing the church exterior."

"Alright, I'll do that."

The young man picks up a thin metal saw blade and nods.

This young speedfreak seems to know a lot about 'sines'... could he have the technical skill you're looking for?

"Well, cop-man, we've re-paid the favour. Guess this cements the cop-hardcore alliance."

"YEEEAGH. WE ARE COPS NOW."

"Easy, Egg. We're still hardcore music venue organisers, first and foremost. But maybe this does make us pillars of the local community..."

"It's been good working with you... gentlemen."

"No need to fake it, we know you're still a cop at heart..."

"I'll put this tech away later. Think there's an extra can set, in case you want to grab a souvenir or something. Don't think anyone will miss it."

"I've got my own case to worry about, but if I have time, I'll be back."

"Sure, I've heard that before..."

"I would never let my hardcore brothers down."

"Sure, you have to say that now, but it's alright..."

"Alright, cop-man. We've held up more than our share of this collaboration. I hope you recognise how much the hardcore underground came through for you."

"If you want to show your appreciation, we could still use your help. Egg is the one to talk to."

"HARD CORE! MUTUAL AID!"

That's fine. You're just getting warmed up. Your next idea will definitely be better.

Hmmm, this really didn't seem like it was going to be that hard. We'll just have to try again...