Medium · Perception ≥ 4
There's the static again, whispering like a seashell pressed against the ear.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
There's the static again, whispering like a seashell pressed against the ear.
She looks outside the window where the night has fallen on the yard.
This person values focus above all -- she keeps her sharp sight on the instruments before her.
As she shifts around, you notice several dead flies on the windowsill in front of her. Legs up, they're not moving.
She looks outside the window where daylight has filled the yard.
The echo is so prominent, it's impossible to discern what the voices are saying. Or what's producing them.
You hear a low rumble upstairs -- the sound of a curtain being pulled aside.
Look, a black cable is running into the breaker box...
The paper still smells of vanilla and chocolate.
The paper still smells of vanilla and chocolate. Even under this stench you can feel it.
Hey -- isn't he, like smoking right now? The smell is in the air.
The air from the east is thick with the smell of crude oils, heavy metals and other by-products of the modern era. You can almost taste it.
Yup. Nothing wrong with that statement. Your senses have nothing to add. You'll have to ask around elsewhere.
A faint, irregular breathing sound resonates through the gap. Almost inaudible, but still there.
The traces of her laughter are still there -- in her eyes, fading fast.