Medium · Perception ≥ 4
He's finding it difficult to focus his watery gaze.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
He's finding it difficult to focus his watery gaze.
Is one of those things a... police cap?
As she waves her hands, you notice familiar-looking ampoules and packets sticking out the mountain of police gear on her back. Medicine? Or drugs?
The kid takes a peek at the green and silver würm on the cover of the book. Already forgetting about this part of the discussion.
You look around, but you don't see anything unusual. Then again, your eyes aren't the sharpest...
You follow the man's gaze out toward the west. There, amidst the low-hanging stars, you can just make out signs of motion...
It's a set of position lights moving in unison, like a restless constellation...
It looks, to your eye, like some kind of long, metallic fish, suspended beneath a number of ceiling fans...
You follow the man's gaze out toward the west. There, hanging some distance above the horison, you can just make out a strange silhouette...
You can't see anything. But then, it's dark, and your eyes aren't the sharpest...
Your reading is interrupted by the sound of the church door opening.
It's the same old woman you spoke with through the radiocomputer in the Doomed Commercial Area.
In the distorted distance you hear someone turning next to her. Bedsprings rattle.
No answer. You're not sure but you think you hear a man's voice in the background. It's covered in pain and white noise...
Sounds like he hasn't talked to anyone in quite a while.
It doesn't matter if you react or not. You still think you hear a man's voice in the background. It's covered in pain and white noise...
Amid the howling in the wire you make out a woman's voice with a thick Samaran accent: "Girard... Girard, this is a joke. Someone is making a joke..."