Medium · Perception ≥ 4
Looks like an official mark, made to be low visibility outside the right circumstances.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
Looks like an official mark, made to be low visibility outside the right circumstances.
There's something there. A rectangular shape, like a card. Or a postcard...
There's something there. A rectangular shape, like one of those postcards that Annette told you about...
... so you wanted to get in on the trash-toilet stink collab? Find out what happens when those two get funky together? Okay, pal.
Yeah, turns out your nose doesn't like self-indulgent literal-shit huffing. Quelle fuckin' surprise. Come on, no more -- the ledger is going back down, away from your nose now.
You know -- like the bits they put into public piss bowls; probably called Fermi-Discrete or Axel or something. At some point in its journey the ledger has seen the inside of a public toilet.
Which? You're not sure you've smelled this one yet, or worse... you have the nagging feeling you might have missed it.
And something small inside? Light? Made of paper or cardboard? Or dried flowers perhaps?
You touch the dead man's body. His skin is cold, light blue and silvery in the light of the fridge. You still have no idea where to begin -- or what to even do with him...
Sharp, serrated material. The edges cut right into your skin. This must be the bullet.
Ice cold, serrated metal. Its edges cut right through the latex and into your finger.
Your arm reaches out and your eyes close, as if by their own volition. It's dark all around. You feel cold, slippery flesh -- first with your fingertips, then under the palm of your hand.
Your arm reaches out and your eyes close -- as if by their own volition. It's dark all around. You feel cold, dead flesh through the latex glove. It's right under the palm of your hand.
...you see a hole, barely visible to the human eye. It is swollen shut, almost vanished, no larger than 0.4 cm in radius. The edges appear darkened.
You really ought to wait until the cadaver is refrigerated. Digging around in this mess now is proving hopelessly difficult.