Medium · Perception ≥ 4
You hear light footsteps passing by the door and some folk music playing on the radio.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
You hear light footsteps passing by the door and some folk music playing on the radio.
Something smells good -- soupe à l'oignon?
And someone turns down the radio.
You hear some light footsteps and what appears to be a late-night talk show playing on the radio.
You hear some light footsteps and what appears to be a daily weather forecast playing on the radio.
The apartment numbers have fallen off the door, leaving the panel with a sticky '1'-shaped shadow and a marker-drawn '2'.
Fabric rustles. The lieutenant's chin catches against his collar. He is looking on, shaking his head in disappointment.
Her laughter is throaty and warm. It rhymes with the sunlit waves and the cries of the gulls.
Her laughter is throaty and warm. It rhymes with the waves and the cries of the gulls.
Her laughter is throaty and warm. It rhymes with the waves and the cries of the gulls.
She's right. They're made mostly of plastic. A cheap novelty gift you can buy from a flower shop or a kiosk.
Her laughter is throaty and warm. It rhymes with the waves and the cries of the gulls.
A couple spook novels hide amidst all the detective books. Thrilling tales of spycraft and derring-do.
The sandwich looks like a culinary wonder, well made and abundant in components. The author sure knew their craft.
And then it hits you -- the brilliant bastard has drenched the entire sandwich in honey mustard. That's incredibly decadent. And delicious.
In addition to the obvious slice of ham -- a fat one -- you notice a brim of a tomato peeking from below. And... is that mayonnaise?
You can still see the top of her hat from behind the fence.