Conversation · Feld "Insular" Console

A dim golden glow animates the console. Faint, like a ghost-light. 'Urgence -- Ouvert!' reads one dial key. 'Allumer', reads another.

What does it... do?

"'Urgence -- Ouvert!', 'Allumer', 'Radiodiffusé'." He inspects the dials. "Sounds like this device was used to control the electronics here. Maybe it still does?"

This device was used to control the electronics in the room. It could open doors, control lights, function as a radiocomputer...

"The fuck is this...." He stares at the dials: "'Urgence -- Ouvert!', 'Allumer', 'Radiodiffusé'. Maybe, like, press the buttons or something."

'Urgence -- Ouvert!' reads one dial key. 'Allumer', reads another. 'Radiodiffusé', says the frequency band.

[Leave.]

Could this console open the blast door?

"I think yes. Let's see..." He points to the emergency dial switch. "That one. The emergency open..."

"Try fucking with that one. It's red." He points to the emergency dial switch. It is large and alarmingly red.

"Possibly..." He inspects the dials. "'Urgence -- Ouvert!', 'Allumer', 'Radiodiffusé'. It sounds like this device was used to control the electronics here. Maybe it still does?"

"Cuno isn't a machine-meister." He stares at the dials. "'Urgence -- Ouvert!', 'Allumer', 'Radiodiffusé'.... Yeah, why the fuck not?"

Turn: 'Emergency -- Open!'

With the door open, the dial switch has locked into place -- a security measure of some sort.

The blast door opens with a series of clicks. A shaft of light appears, then widens, as the light shines in.

Pollen drifts in the light shaft.

A sudden wave of anxiety makes your skin crawl.

No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.

"After you." The lieutenant gestures at the opening.

"What's there?" (Point to the door.)

"I don't know."

A thin wisp of smoke rises from a charred black firepit... the wind picks up, then dies down again.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be. I have a gun." He takes out his sidearm, checks the barrel, then holsters it again.

Harry, this reminds you -- you're out of bullets.

"Let's go." [Leave.]

"I don't have a gun."

"Extra good that I do."

"I also have a gun."

"I know. It was not easy to acquire."

"What if we get into another fight?"

"Don't worry. I have a gun." He takes out his sidearm, checks the barrel, then holsters it again.

"Before -- outside. When we were walking across the sand, I felt someone watching me."

"So did I. Not back there, but... I've felt it since we came here."

"My gun is out of bullets, by the way."

"Then it's extra good that mine is not."

The door comes screeching to a halt. Behind it you see a hole in the concrete wall, where light shines in.

Pollen drifts in the light shaft.

A sudden wave of anxiety makes your skin crawl.

No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.

"Fuckin' right!" Cuno points to the opening.

"Don't worry, kid. I'm a cop. Maybe I don't have a gun, but I'm a cop."

"Fucking great. Spooky island shit is gonna shit on us and we can't even shoot it."

"Let's go." [Leave.]

"Don't worry, I've got a gun. No bullets, but I have a gun."

"Fucking great news, cop. Scare away whatever shit out there's gonna spook on us with an empty fucking gun."

"What's there?"

"Cuno doesn't know, but Cuno wants to know."

"Before -- outside. When we were walking across the sand, I felt someone watching me."

"Cuno knows. This place is spooky as fuck."

"Don't worry kid. I'm a good guy with a gun."

"Are you?" He squints at you -- squints into your soul. "Are you?"

"There was something I needed to do with this console first..."

"Why? The door is open -- we can just fuck on now."

The door comes screeching to a halt. Behind it you see a hole in the concrete wall, where light shines in.

Pollen drifts in the light shaft.

A sudden anxious fear makes your skin crawl.

No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.

"Electrical devices do not work without electricity." The lieutenant looks on as you fiddle with the dial. "We need to power the generator upstairs first."

"No, no, no..." He stares at you as you fiddle with the dial. "We gotta juice this thing first. Power it up! Pow-pow-power it up, get it?"