Easy · Perception ≥ 2
Measurements have been marked down around the bowls, each chalk-drawn line representing a centimetre on the floor.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
Measurements have been marked down around the bowls, each chalk-drawn line representing a centimetre on the floor.
The bottles wink at you in the light. The smokes too glitter in their wrapping. It's like looking into a kind of heaven. Your knees are weak...
Some specks of dust shimmer in a faint beam of daylight falling from the window. Other than that, the room is dark.
Some specks of dust shimmer in a ray of streetlight falling from the window. Other than that, the room is dark.
It must be glorious to behold. Dark pink and snow white.
The mucous gripping the sides of your nostrils is cheering. All scents and odours seem to have left the world; your nasal chambers have become wind tunnels of very ticklish particles.
Your olfactory department wants you to know that it accepts no responsibility for wherever this line of interrogation leads you.
That smell coming from her paint bucket -- it's not paint, it's heavy fuel oil.
That isn't a fresh paint smell coming from the wall. She's using heavy fuel oil.
She does have eyes that seem to be smeared with coal.
The core is lead. The brass jacket probably didn't cover the entire bullet, otherwise the softer metal wouldn't have expanded quite like that.
The netting is a little untidy, messier than the others. Like someone or something picked up the trap and shook it before dropping it back down on the ground.
Ah, that soap scum smell. It smells like life. At least compared to you.
Yes. These absolutely need to be washed before. The stink is incredible.
Yes. These absolutely need to be washed before. The stink is incredible.
Your movements cause tiny little clicks, like dice rolling somewhere far away, as the plates reorient to your motions.