Medium · Perception ≥ 5
In it, you hear snow melting, dripping from the eaves. Someone closing a window.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
In it, you hear snow melting, dripping from the eaves. Someone closing a window.
An almost inaudible whisper from the lieutenant: "Damn..."
Inside the small mechanism, you can hear a spring tensing up...
Acidic taste on your lips. Corrosive. Once as a child you put your tongue against the rail. It was winter. That was a long time ago...
A small twitch in the corner of Kim's mouth. He has a hunch about what knowing means.
The voice of a youngster on the other end sounds as enthusiastic as that of a man walking towards the gallows.
Water drips down eaves of eternite. The jetty below her feet creaks to the tune.
The smell of salt and dog shit in the background.
It smells like a dead sea creature, tangled in grey strands of seaweed. It must have spent quite some time in the water before the tide deposited it ashore...
It looks like an aerostatic, very high above...
A faint smell of burning rubber reaches your nostrils. A short-circuit.
There's one bump on the road: a dead dog lies flat about two hundred paces away, right at the turn.
Dripping water falls from a high place. All you can see is the shadow of a collapsing staircase.
The remaining windows rattle from a strong gust of wind. They're covered in a thick layer of grime. They must have been like this for forty years.
A very, very faint smell of stale liquor still lingers -- or is it just your imagination?
A seabird has made a nest in one of the cabins, but even this looks abandoned -- a remnant from a spring some fifty odd years ago.
Tiny hammer shatters something inside the machine. Something glass.