Medium · Perception ≥ 4
A creak, some dust falls off a shelf.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
A creak, some dust falls off a shelf.
One person has been here. They've gone back and forth. The tips point both ways.
You hear cracking in her shoulders.
You hear cracking in her shoulders.
Her hair brushes her shoulders, making a small hissing sound, almost imperceptible...
A light green speck, and imperfection, on the outer rim of her right iris. It sparkles...
There are numerous cigarette burns on those silvery scales -- easy to see now that you're closer.
Anything out of the ordinary and you would be notified.
With a soft ring, as the porcelain meets the metal table.
There it is, in your rushed writing --right where the lieutenant is pointing: "PIGS gonna have SEX." You should really get this questioning back on track now.
There it is, in your rushed writing --right where the lieutenant is pointing: "FUCKY-FUCKY." You should really get this questioning back on track now.
She's forgotten about her cigarette. The butt has burned right down to her fingernails...
The gunshot wasn't that loud? This is something to keep in mind when assessing the distance of the shot.
To mislead you! They were tampering with the body.
A little whimper. The young woman hears you. She's looking around.
In the distance you can hear the breakers roar.
It's morning outside, you think.