Medium · Perception ≥ 4
Worn cotton with a side of flea market or trash bin.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
Worn cotton with a side of flea market or trash bin.
It is salty. It is savoury. It is chewy. The hangover only makes the salami more tasty.
You're not the first person to point this out to him, with similar results.
Everything's revolving around women and sex with this guy... What's that about?
It gets very cold in the office, like in a desert after the nightfall...
Shut up, we can't hear what he's saying!
We're getting crates and pallets calling to mind vast stands of winter pines, a swirl of ancient odours absorbed by heavy carpet fibres, but also a pervasive, treacly sweetness that somehow reminds you of kola nuts...
... an office? Something officious? Is that a word? There's a bit of dust in the air that may be triggering your allergies.
The whole place could probably use a good deep cleaning, you think.
A fool's hope -- say her lips moving in silence.
Dark circles around her eyes. She's absolutely exhausted.
A list of names under the stations suggests people across six isolas would be playing: Mundi, Insulinde, Katla, Graad, Samara, and even Iilmaraa.
Somewhere in the distance a baby cries over a blasting radio. There's a family argument reaching its crescendo in an upstairs apartment, while around the corner the air conditioners drone.
Downstairs a cat crosses the yard, disappearing into the bush.
From within comes the faint sound of a broom sweeping across the concrete floor.
But the sweeping on the other side has stopped.
Somewhere in the building a child starts crying. You hear a radio tuned to a talk show and someone taking a shower.