Medium · Perception ≥ 4
The word fuck rings like a gunshot from his mouth. He doesn't swear often.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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The word fuck rings like a gunshot from his mouth. He doesn't swear often.
No such luck. Even he has a gun.
From the back of the room -- a little pop. You hear the brass button opening on Alain's belt holster.
Of the actors here. You could take another look at the tracks in the mud -- on the crime scene. Compare it to these guys.
Too late, you already scanned the room. You got a pretty good picture.
Good. You could take another look at the tracks in the yard -- on the crime scene. See if they fit this bunch.
Awful smell. His feet stink from all the way over there, despite having boots on.
The emblem on his vest says 'Rowing club'. A little patch below it reads: 'T. Hardie, Captain'.
On the floor, beer drips out of the can, into a small puddle. No one does anything about it.
At least you'll know what to look for now -- when you get around to doing the autopsy.
So there was a wound -- you should try looking for it one more time, before you send the body away.
Can't get through the door? You know what would help -- doing a thorough search of this room! Maybe something's hidden.
A very small nod -- and a trickle of tobacco spit on his lip.
Can't get through the door? You know what would help -- doing a thorough search of this room! Maybe something's hidden.
Reporting for duty! A thorough search of this Union box may help unearth something incriminating! Pin it on her -- she's been here, right?
Reporting for duty! A thorough search of this Union box may help unearth something incriminating! Pin it on her -- she's been here, right?
You hear what sounds like an enthusiastic gurgling coming from the spirit bomb in your pocket.
He has chewed his lips bloody.