Medium · Perception ≥ 4
A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building.
Motorics
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A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building.
From the corner of your eye you see a little bird fly into the bush -- right behind the window; behind Titus' back.
The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The rest of the cafeteria has gone quiet too.
That voice... so very familiar... Did you hear it when calling to your station and reporting your badge missing?
There's a yellow ribbon tied to one of the branches -- light yellow, faded with time. A tiny splash of colour in the blackness of the thicket. Hanging from it -- a bronze key.
Nothing. Just black tangles like the hair of an old woman. Motionless. The wind in the yard doesn't reach the hawthorn, nor does the light come in from this window.
Nothing, as always. By now you're almost certain there may be a sparrow's nest on one of the branches.
You can and it's pretty terrifying.
Nothing. Even though you know you should see it -- you don't. Just branches like black tangles of hair. Motionless. The wind in the yard doesn't reach the hawthorn. Maybe come back later and you can try again?
There, across the grey water -- amidst crumbling concrete, a birch tree... and the half-sunken ruins of a flak tower.
There, across the grey water -- among crumbling concrete, a birch tree... the ruins of a flak tower, remember?
There, across the grey water -- amidst crumbling concrete, a birch tree... the ruins of a flak tower, remember?
It could be that your eyesight is still too poor to notice it... behind that window.
It could be that your eyesight is still too poor to notice it... behind that window.
Sounds like it's heavy too. Very sturdy.
The maintenance card under the control panel reads: 'Last Maintenance: 10 July '88'.