9/3/2023 0 Comments Disco elysium buildThis will have to be one of those *little* threads that solves itselfdown the road. I doubt well be able to track down who was sent here last and when. KIM KITSURAGI: ∺h, the illusive CS Municipal. I dont see why they would *put* anything in the trash, though. GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER: The trash Collection Service? CS Municipal. You really walked into that one, dumbass. But okay, I suppose we could look into it. The stainless steel door is flush with its frame on every side. TOMMY LE HOMME: ∼ool, cool We all want to know each other, know each others woes and allbut people, man, they have *slippery* souls Įquipping the Ledger will increase our Inland Empire and Empathy by one, and reduce our Authority by 2.īack in the Whirling, you see a mysterious door in the kitchen.īLUE DOOR: The cobalt blue surface feels rough to touch. TOMMY LE HOMME: Yeah, must beyoure jobs to know all those *little* things isnt it? While my job he pats the back of the lorry, is to deliver tracksuit trousers. TOMMY LE HOMME: ∼ant even get a few jokes past you, my man. He grins. Otherwise, I havent really asked about that. TOMMY LE HOMME: He aint one of us driversI know that. I prefer the examined life nowthinkin, reflectin, observin. He glances down the road toward the horizon, a glint of something in his eyes. Chasin transient pleasures is a drag these days. Good on them, I guess Ive heard talk theres a company rep in town too Like a strike negotiator type. Like a giant new power-crane and half the company? I forget *what* exactly. TOMMY LE HOMME: Some pretty wild stuff, I hear. TOMMY LE HOMME: Yeah, imagineits been a whole week already. He snickers.ĮMPATHY: Behind the laugh, however, a touch of sorrow. Harbour gates up the street are shut tight. TOMMY LE HOMME: Its a traffic jam for the ages. Lets keep this in mind for later.īack up at the roundabout, theres a cool customer chilling right outside the Whirling-In-Rags that weve just been completely ignoring. Why not? He takes a slice of salami from the man and chews on it. KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant ponders the offer for a moment, then decides to go for it. MAN ON WATER LOCK: Want some too, officer? he turns to the lieutenant. Not much use to the congregation, thoughthere always seems to be something wrong with it. MAN ON WATER LOCK: Well, theres the fishing village. We get it, some real idiot doesnt know how to drive. INLAND EMPIRE: The words *daredevil driver* sound ominous to you. Weird, huh? Then again, plenty of daredevil drivers in Revachol. MAN ON WATER LOCK: I wasnt here to witness it, but those look like tyre tracks on that sign. He seems disappointed about the wreckage on the water lock-*and* the salami. Im keeping him companyand eating his salami.īARRY THE BUTCHER: From the corner of your eye you see a man in a yellow shirt and grey overalls waving at you from across the canal. MAN ON WATER LOCK: My friend Barry the Butcher is stuck on the other side of the water lock. Somehow a completely destroyed billboard has fallen into the river and blocked the water lock. Theres not much in this direction at the moment, but ever more reason to knock it out quickly. We decide to head south from the roundabout this time. Were going to internalize Coach Physical Instrument instead, though. This is White Mourning, a thought we just picked up. KIM KITSURAGI: That does sometimes happen. He hands you the remains of your ledger. Cold water runs down your chin.Ĭhapter 7: 16:55-19:06: Racists Of All Stripes The air is thick with leatherworks and heavy fuel oil. And itsĬOUPRIS KINEEMA In the upholstered cabin of lieutenant Kitsuragis motor carriage, seated in the drivers basket. LIMBIC SYSTEM: Yes, theyre *pouring* something on yousomething *in* you. LIMBIC SYSTEM: Here in the Paleo-Mammalian Cortex we call it-*the shadow*. When we last left our hero, the game ended.
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