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You know he\'s good for it, but still.\n\n"You\'re a pain in the ass, man."\n\n"Yeah, well, you\'re welcome to go find another guy buying black market\nphones off hood rats like you," he responds with a half-grin.',after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("hank-robbery-begin")}}),S("haggle-hank",{optionText:"Haggle.",content:'"They retail for nine hundred, Hank."\n\n"Fine. Four fifty. That\'s fifty cents on the dollar and you know that\'s a\ngood fucking deal."\n\n"Shit. Fine. Can I get my cash now?"\n\nHe grumbles as he pops open his register and furtively stuffs some of its\ncontents into an envelope, which he hands to you.\n\n"That\'s all I got on me. You get the rest when I shift the merchandise."\n\ nShit. 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All\naccounted for, you leave the handgun on Hank's counter.",after:function(e,t){return e.sandbox.gunPoint=!1,t.doLink("hank-robbery-aftermath")}}),S("hank-robbery-point",{optionText:"...point it at the man.", content:"You grasp the gun securely in one hand, swinging it around at the prone\nattacker on the floor.",after:function(e,t){return e.sandbox.brutality++,e.sandbox.gunPoint=!0,t.doLink("hank-robbery-aftermath")}}),S("hank-robbery-aftermath",{content:function(e,t,n){var o;return o="hank-robbery-point"===n?"And now you have a gun pointed at their head.":"And now, somehow, it seems sensible to put your sneaker-clad foot on the man's throat.","Only then do you take stock of the last one-and-a-half seconds of\nyour life, reconstructing them in your head: Someone walked in behind\nyou. Pulled a gun on Hank. 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"The hell did you do that for?"\n\n"I don\'t know," you reply, suddenly voided of confidence, "dude just\nshows up in here with a gun, what am I supposed to do?"\n\n"Fuck." Hank leans over the counter, sweat beading on his balding head.\n"That\'s one of Frazetta\'s boys. Little asshole came here to collect on me.\nGuess he decided to make a spectacle of it this time."\n\n"You owe money to '+e+'?"\n\nHe '+t+" over the counter to get a look at the\ngunman."},writers:{frazetta:""}}),S("hank-robbery-conclusion",{content:function(e){var t;return t=e.sandbox.gunPoint?"You sheepishly put the gun down on Hank's counter.":"You reluctantly take your foot off the boy's neck.",'It\'s really just a boy, a kid maybe seventeen years old. He looks equally\nscared of you and of going back to Frazetta without the gun. You fail to\ncome up with something pithy to say at him.\n\n"Shit, kid," he defuses. "Tell Frazetta he\'ll get his money. And that he\nneeds a better class of knucklehead working for him."\n\n'+t+" And just like that, Frazetta's littlest enforcer was up and\nout the door, still gasping for air. Hank turns a dissatisfied grimace at\nyou.\n\n\"Bad news, kid. If I get clipped, you ain't getting paid.\""},choices:["nov-sixth-nightfall"]}),S("nov-sixth-nightfall",{optionText:"Wonderful.",content:function(e){var t,n,o ;return n=function(){switch(e.sandbox.theftMotivation){case"addiction":return"You thought you would have gone directly from Hank's shop to getting\nyour next fix, but in all the commotion you rather *forgot* to. If\nanything, the nagging at the back of your head has not just relented\nbut disappeared, leaving a marked absence.\n\nYou still need money, though. And if Hank is being squeezed by\nFrazetta, he might stiff you.\n";case"illness":return"You feel a little guilty, not having gone to the drugstore, but most\nof all you feel strange. Painless, strong. Normally by this time of\nnight you'd be exhausted no matter what you did all day, but today\nyou feel like you could take on the world.\n\nRegardless: Pain or no pain, you need money. And if Hank is being\nsqueezed by Frazetta, he might stiff you.";case"rent":return"You might be taking Hank's words more seriously than they were\nintended, but then again: Hank might be cavalier about getting\nshot, but you can't afford to be cavalier about getting evicted. Or\nabout having to ask for Damon's kindness one more time in your life."}}(),t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":return{charm:"carved shark's tooth",sensation:"prickling electricity",sentence:"You flip the tooth around your knuckles, feeling the serrated edge, the tiny bead of the ruby set on its surface."};case"feather":return{charm:"bundle of feathers",sensation:"curious warmth",sentence:"You run the edge of a thumb along a crisp, shimmering feather unlike that of any bird you know."};case"skin":return{charm:"snakeskin bracelet",sensation:"metallic cold",sentence:"You move it this and that way in the light filtering in from the street outside, watching the elusive shift of iridescent color along its surface."}}}(),o=c("room")["class"]("segue").situation("describe-room"),D.asterism+"\n\nAfter an unquiet night falls on your corner of the city, you lie restless\nin bed, looking for excuses to go out. \n\n"+n+"\n\nYou're clutching the "+t.charm+", feeling a\n"+t.sensation+" radiate from it into your hand. "+t.sentence+"\n\nYou couldn't bear to part with it, or even show it to Hank, earlier. Even\nif Frazetta's guy hadn't shown up. For all you know, the jewelry might be\nworth more than the phones; but it also seems vitally important to hold on\nto it.\n\nYou can't stop yourself from getting up and pacing the floor of the "+o+"."}}),S("describe-room",{content:"The room is a second-floor corner of a subdivided old brownstone, walls\npainted white to cheaply cover the peeling wallpaper of yesteryear. The\ntall window pointing out to the street has been obscured with\ncheap plastic blinds, but it still leads out to a rickety fire escape.\nThe bed is a curlicued steel-framed beast topped\nwith a spring mattress, a relic that came with the room.\n\nMost of your stuff is still in\n"+c("boxes")["class"]("segue").ref("stuff-boxes")+"."}),S("stuff-boxes",{content:function(){var e;return e=c("something").id("replacer-something-y").replacer("replacer-something-y"),"You restlessly rummage through them, looking for "+e+"."},writers:{"replacer-something-y":""+c("a balaclava")["class"]("segue").situation("balaclava")}}),S("balaclava",{content:function(){var e;return e=c("darkness")["class"]("segue").situation("frazetta-darkness"),"You find it under an old rumpled sweatshirt, black and knit, used exactly\nonce. Maybe your brilliant criminal career is just starting. 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But you feel light on your feet.\nYou feel like you could very well take another "+n+"."):(t=c("inside")["class"]("segue").situation("frazetta-first-floor"),"And then you pull back, and slam shoulder-first into the steel frame.\nYou fear you might break, but something at the back of your head tells\nyou: you won't. And you don't. And the glass cracks. And the door warps,\nfolds in on itself, pulls loose from the frame. Just like that, you're\n"+t+"."),"No crowbar. The door is a steel frame surrounding plate glass, with a\nheavy lock. You lean against it, feeling it yield just a little.\n\n"+o}}),S("frazetta-drainpipe",{optionText:"Climb up to a second-floor window.",content:function(e){var t;return t=c("window")["class"]("segue").situa tion("frazetta-second-floor"),"feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"You look for something convenient to climb. *Ascend.* And then you feel\nsomething huge and dark unfolding inside your chest, as though it had\nbeen coiled up behind your lungs. Something half-real at best, something\nmade of shadow.\n\nAnd yet, whatever it is -- it *flaps,* and up you go, lifted into the\nair on wings of night. And you don't think too much about what it means\nto hover one story up until you are outside the man's "+t+".":"You look up, and find yourself a path up a neighbor's drainpipe and then\nacross a couple of window sills. You try not to think too hard about the\nway your whole body is carrying you up like that. You're dimly aware\nthat at some point in the past, you wouldn't have been able to do this.\n\nYou leave those thoughts for later, however, as you find yourself outside\nthe man's "+t+"."}}),q=function(e){return function(t,n){return this.countdown--,this.countdown<1?(n.doLink("frazetta-confrontation-select"),""):e}},S(" frazetta-first-floor",{countdown:3,content:function(){var e,t,n,o;return t=c("neon").once().writer("neon"),e=c("desks").once().writer("desks"),n=c("photos").once().writer("photos"),o=c("posters").once().writer("posters"),"You find yourself in the dim office of Frazetta's payday loan operation,\nan odd mix of corporate passive-aggressive friendliness and old world\nmafia hatefulness. Lit as it is only by the streetlights outside and\nits own constant "+t+" signs, it looks cramped and empty. "+e+"\ntake up most of the space; "+n+" line the walls, along with\n"+o+" advertising various services. "},writers:{neon:q("The neon signs are still lit, other than the one declaring the store\nto be OPEN.\nIn various colors, they state that CHECKS are CASHED, MONEY ORDERS\nare taken, and that you can make TRANSFERS to recipients OVERSEAS.\nThe simple statement that they offer PAYDAY LOANS has been replaced\nwith a call to GET MONEY FAST."),desks:q("Though there are two desks in the office, only one is in regular use,\nsup porting Frazetta's geriatric computer, buried under a smattering\nof unidentified crumbs."),photos:q("The photos are the one touch of private homeliness in the office,\na brief visual history of Frazetta's life, from his days as a skinny\nmoppet doted on by his bowling shirt-wearing dad, to his days as a\nteenage (and twentysomething, and thirtysomething) miscreant, to his\nreformation as a pillar of the local community."),posters:q("On the walls, posters explains the byzantine details of different loan\nstructures, usually in the form of brightly colored infographics, all\ncarefully calculated to mislead the eye. Terms, conditions, duration,\ndetails, fees, structure, it all shifts. The only constant is the\nobscene vig.")},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.frazettaFloor=0}}),S("frazetta-second-floor",{countdown:4,content:function(){var e,t,n,o,r,i;return e=c("bed").once().writer("bed"),r=c("television").once().writer("television"),o=c("posters").once().writer("posters"),i=c("turntable").once().writer("tur ntable"),n=c("magazines").once().writer("magazines"),t=c("bottles").once().writer("bottles"),"You clamber your way through the upstairs window and look around.\n\nSo this is where he lives -- like the man himself, it's pretty dismal.\nYou imagine there's a kitchen off to one side and a bathroom somewhere,\nbut the main living area seems like the center of Frazetta's sad little\nuniverse.\n\nThere's a preposterous queen-sized "+e+"; a "+r+", wall-mounted\nslightly askew; a panoptic melange of increasingly explicit "+o+";\na vintage "+i+" that seems ashamed of its surroundings; a stack of\n"+n+" to go with the posters; a stack of "+t+" left on the\nfloor. If only he could harass women out on the street from here, he'd\nnever need to leave the room."},writers:{bed:q("The bed is a tall, imposing thing of a vaguely Scandinavian bent,\ncovered in wood laminate with a great curving frame. It's also a\nmess of silk sheets (cleaned too seldom) and unidentifiable crumbs."),television:q("The television was wall-mounted ever so slightly off its axis. It's\nalso almost as wide as the bed, tellingly dented on one side, as\nthough it fell off a truck at one point."),posters:q("You imagine the oldest posters (identifiable by the hairstyles involved)\nwere put up at one point to strategically cover stains and cracks. Then\nmore posters were added gradually until the room was wallpapered in\ngaudy softcore porn. The effect is not unlike being simultaneously\nstared at by every Playmate ever, all of them smiling hungrily and\nlooking out their paper windows from decades past."),turntable:q("The turntable is the legitimate article, a furniture-sized beast with a\nsingle, vast mono speaker. Unlike everything else in this room,\nits construction involved real wood. It looks like it desperately wants\nto escape this place. It looks like it deserves a viking funeral, not\nto rot."),magazines:q("The stack holds twelve or so print magazines of varying ages and degrees\nof damage. One is a copy of GQ, clearly never opened. All the other ones\nare exactly what you would suspect."),bottles:q("The bottles, all empty, in crescent order of sadness: Jameson, less\nnotable whiskeys, plastic-bottle vodka, generic-brand alcopops,\nairplane-sized bottles of gin.")},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.frazettaFloor=1}}),S("frazetta-confrontation-select",{after:function(e,t){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return t.doLink("frazetta-confrontation-feather");case"tooth":return t.doLink("frazetta-confrontation-tooth");case"skin":return t.doLink("frazetta-confrontation-skin")}}}),S("frazetta-confrontation-feather",{content:function(){var e;return e=c("through")["class"]("segue").ref("frazetta-bat-fight"),"And then, your examination of this man's dismal life comes to an end as he\ncomes rushing out of his bathroom in briefs, swinging a dented baseball bat\nat your head. 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The intermittent chirping of cell phones.\n\n"+t},choices:["wait-for-frazetta"]}),S("wait-for-frazetta",{optionText:"Wait for him.",content:function(e){var t;return t=0===e.sandbox.frazettaFloor?"stairwell":"bathroom","He steps out of the "+t+", gripping a baseball bat in one hand.\nMus t have heard you come in. No other real choice: You grab him,\nputting him in a careful chokehold. He flails backwards at you with\nthe bat, surprised and panicked; he only succeeds in prompting a\ncalculated knee to his back from you. Still, he's struggling,\nflailing; you spin him around and slam the man against a wall,\nwhich does enough to \n"+C("pacify","frazetta-demand")+" him."}}),S("frazetta-confrontation-skin",{content:function(e){var t,n;return t=0===e.sandbox.frazettaFloor?"upstairs":"his bathroom",n=c("wells up")["class"]("segue").ref("frazetta-wells-up"),'"Stop. Turn around real slow."\n\nFucker sneaked up on you while you were looking around, walking in from\n'+t+". He's more than a little drunk. You catch the edge of his\nshotgun out of the corner of your eye as you turn, hands in the air.\n\n\"The hell you doin' in here?\"\n\nScratch that. He's quite drunk. You open your mouth to speak, but\nsomething other than words "+n+" inside your throat."}}),S("frazetta-bat-fight",{content:"Acting on ne wfound instinct, you grab the bat as it swings wildly towards your\nhead, pulling the man towards you as your knee rises to strike him in the\nstomach. You're already gripping the bat in expectation of him dropping; and\nwhen the wind gets knocked out of him, he does.\n\nFrazetta is not a young man. Not in his prime. Not a great fighter. And a\nlittle drunk. You press the bat against his neck and push him against the\nwall, all but\n"+C("helpless","frazetta-demand")+"."}),S("frazetta-wells-up",{content:"It crawls up your throat with a scratching, burning sensation. And then your\ntongue curls around (were you always able to do that?) like a chute. And\nwhatever was climbing up to your mouth fires out, flying through the air\nlike a speck of yellow-white bile. It strikes at Frazetta's face and sticks\nthere. He screams in pain, forgetting the shotgun, forgetting how to hold\nhis body up, reeling backwards blindly.\n\nYou're still stunned by what you just did. You have no choice, however, but\nto rush him, pin ning him against the wall with one arm on his\n"+C("throat","frazetta-demand")+"."}),S("frazetta-demand",{content:function(e){var t;return t="skin"===e.sandbox.fetish?"You can't see his face too well under the mass of venomous bile you somehow spat at him.":"His face is hawkish, asymmetric, evincing the signs of long-healed broken bones behind his oily skin. Right now it's in the process of slowly shifting from incredulity to fear.","With him pinned against a wall, you finally get a good look at Frazetta.\nHe's middle-aged, balding, pale, still too skinny. 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Must have tripped the silent alarm.',choices:["frazetta-ending"]}),S("frazetta-demand-shark",{tags:["frazetta-demands"],optionText:"Demand he stop loansharking",content:'"You\'re going to forgive all your under-the-table loans."\n\n"Shit, are you tryin\' to ruin me?"\n\nYou respond only by putting more of your weight on his throat.\n\n"Fuck," he gasps out, "alright, alright."\n\n"You\'re going to stop putting guns in the hands of teenagers."\n\n"Yeah, whatever you say. I promise."\n\n"If you don\'t," you emphasize with another squeeze, "I\'ll be back."\n\nAnd then you hear sirens. Must have tripped the silent alarm.',choices:["frazetta-ending"]}),S("frazetta-demand-quit",{tags:["frazetta-demands"],optionText:"Demand he skip town",content:'"You\'re going to leave town. Tonight. Your payday loan days are over."\n\n"Who the fuck are you?"\n\n"I\'m the one who\'s going to make sure yo u get out. It\'s not safe for\nyou out here any more."\n\n"Shit. Might as well just kill me, right?"\n\n"Think of it as a retirement package."\n\nAnd then you hear sirens. Must have tripped the silent alarm.',choices:["frazetta-ending"]}),S("frazetta-ending",{optionText:"Leave.",content:function(e){var t,n;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"bundle of feathers";case"tooth":return"shark's tooth";default:return"snakeskin"}}(),n=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"There's a newfound soreness in your back, an ache from a\nnewly exercised muscle you didn't know you had. You feel light-headed.\nYou feel light-bodied, as though your bones were strong and hollow.\nYou try to sleep, and forget what you can do.";case"tooth":return"You still feel the line running along the edge of your body, the string\nof nerves listening to the otherworldly hum of electricity around you.\nThe walls, criss-crossed with wires, are like a cage of static around\nyour body. You wonder if you can sleep. You try to forget how you're\ndoing this, so that you can.";default:return"Your throat is still a little tender. You still taste -- no, not bile.\nSomething entirely too harsh to be bile, something acidic, constantly\npumping from some newfound gland deep inside you. You try not to think\nabout it as you fall asleep."}}(),"You give Frazetta one last look before turning away and disappearing\ninto the night. Somehow, your walk back home is uneventful, though you're\nstill nervously sweating, feeling the volume of the balaclava tucked into\none pocket.\n\nWhen you reach your bed, you fall on it strangely exhausted, still processing\nthe events of the day. You find the "+t+" in one pocket, staring at it in\nwonderment.\n\n"+n+"\n\n"+D.asterism},choices:"first-patrol"}),S("first-patrol",{optionText:"...",content:function(e){var t,n,o;return n="tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?C("sensing","first-patrol-sensing"):C("listening","first-patrol-listening"),o=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":retu rn"mutant";case"feather":return"flying man";default:return"human snake"}}(),t="male"===e.sandbox.gender||"male_presenting"===e.sandbox.gender?"he":"'he'","# November 12th\n\nYou feel a little foolish, crouching at the edge of the roof in the dry,\ncold night air. It's been a week since the incident with Frazetta. You hear\nhe packed up and left the city, ranting to anyone who would listen about\nthe \""+o+'" who was stalking him. Says '+t+" was seven\nfeet tall and terrifying. You're still not sure how to take it.\n\nDamon\nhas faded away into the background noise of your life, as has much of the\ndaytime world. You've become this: a person who crouches on the roof in the\nnight, doing nothing in particular. Just "+n+"."}}),S("first-patrol-sensing",{content:"The electric crackling behind your eyes has only become stronger. It\nsnapped into focus after Frazetta, turned into this alien picture of\nthe world, ever present. You can hardly talk to people any more -- every\ntime you close your eyes, you see the ex cited paths of their nerves\nstanding like a specter before you. But at night, in the silence, you can\ncome up to the roof, and watch the lines of force and the lines of thought,\nscurrying around the streets and buildings.\n\nBut tonight, just watching the world isn't enough.",choices:["#first-patrol-motivation"]}),S("first-patrol-listening",{content:"Ever since Frazetta, the world has become louder and brighter, an oversaturated\nversion of itself. You find yourself putting on your glasses out of habit,\nand squinting to see through a distorted, fisheye view of a world set in\ntoo sharp a focus. You don't really need them, any more. It's made people hard\nto be around -- too much pregnant meaning held in every shiver of their voices.\nInstead, you come up to the roof, in the silent darkness, and you watch the\nworld go.\n\nBut tonight, just watching the world isn't enough.",choices:["#first-patrol-motivation"]}),S("first-patrol-motivation-cant-ignore",{tags:["first-patrol-motivation"],optionText:"Because you can't ignore what you see any more.",content:"Something has moved inside you, unsettled itself. Something that squirms when\nit sees the lines of dark faces pressed against the pavement by shotgun-toting\ncops. Something that clenches around your chest when you hear the screaming in\nthe night. Something that can't help but stare at the chipped, bullet-scarred\ncorners of brick houses, at the glass tubes discarded on the sidewalk.\n\nThe warm rage wounds you "+C("night by night","first-patrol-enough")+"."}),S("first-patrol-motivation-must-do",{tags:["first-patrol-motivation"],optionText:"Because you always wanted to do something.",content:"You used to watch. But now you *stand watch.* You can do what others\ncan't -- what the police won't. Fix it. Make it better. \n\nIf only you had as much knowledge as you have power; if only you knew\nhow to begin. But you "+C("will","first-patrol-enough")+"."}),S("first-patrol-motivation-escape",{tags:["first-patrol-motivation"],optionText:"Because you feel like you c an't escape.",content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.nationality){case"greece":return"a nation that threatened to sink, in every way imaginable.";case"ireland":return"an island where fifty years of progress seemed undone in five.";case"slovenia":return"a continent running on fear and loathing, haunted by the spectres of a dead century.";case"mexico":return"the surreal escalation of the drug war, where missile drones now hover over the drying, dying bed of the Rio Grande.";case"brazil":return"a city so atrociously large it had collapsed into itself, tearing a dead hole into the heart of a whole continent.";case"nigeria":return"a country that forcibly faced westward for so long, it had utterly lost sight of itself.";case"kenya":return"a continent squeezed painfully between two long shadows: old colonialism to the west, and new colonialism to the east.";case"pakistan":return"a country that, for your entire life, seemed to have no control over its own fate, bounced around from one outside interest to another.";default:return"a country whose forests were dying and whose cities were drowning, where the weather had become so malicious it was like living with abusive gods."}}(),"You came to this city expecting to find a better life; an escape from\nthe turmoil of the world. From "+t+"\n\nInstead, you found that the center cannot hold any better than the periphery.\nAnd with nowhere further to run, you find yourself forced to stand and, somehow,\n"+C("fight","first-patrol-enough")+".\n"}}),S("first-patrol-enough",{content:function(e){var t,n;return n="tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?" Electric sparks in the distance running, then stopping, then being snuffed out.":"",t="feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"glide":"leap","In every cold night, there are screams. Distant gunfire."+n+"\nThe background radiation of a dying city, bombarding your senses.\n\nYour legs stretch, lifting your body up. You feel like you could\n"+C(t,"first-patrol-leap")+" clean across the street, to\nanother rooftop."}}),S("first-patrol-l eap",{content:function(e){var t;return t=C("startles","patrol-assault"),"feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"You get a running start, then leap, then glide through the air, borne\non an invisible current. You're lighter than air, unseen in the darkness.\nYou don't stop on the rooftop across the street. You keep going, flying\nover the city, your mind safely hiding away your surprise and fear.\nYou keep going, until you find something that "+t+" you.":"You get a running start, then leap. You land on the other side with a\ndeft roll you never practiced. Something keeps you going, rooftop to\nrooftop, street to street; coursing through the city unseen. You keep\ngoing, until you find something that "+t+" you."}}),S("patrol-assault",{optionText:"An assault on 22nd and Blaise.",tags:["patrol"],content:"It comes to you as the cracking sound of a bone breaking in an alley\nbelow. You stop at the edge of a roof, watching: two dark figures,\none fallen to the ground, another looming over the first. You imagine,\nor maybe ha lf-hear, that the one on the ground is pleading.",choices:["patrol-assault-down"]}),S("patrol-assault-down",{optionText:"Jump down to street level.",content:"You fall into a roll behind them, the two figures in darkness\nresolving themselves: two men, both young. One wearing a puffy down jacket,\nwet from the drizzle. Another, on the floor in a bloodstained hoodie. He's\nwheezing, taking shallow breaths. Somewhere, at the edge of your\nconsciousness, is some prognosis about his internals.",choices:["patrol-assault-attack","patrol-assault-talk"]}),S("patrol-assault-attack",{optionText:"Jump the one in the puffy coat.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.brutality++},content:"He hasn't even seen you yet. Hoodie looks up at you, and you realise that\nhe's afraid; that a balaclava-wearing stranger just rolled up behind his\nassailant, which can only make things worse. You ignore the realisation.\n\nPuffy Coat isn't armed. Just a tough guy of some sort. Your arm locks\neasily around his neck, his feet lose contact with the floor. Your hand\npresses his head down into a choke hold. And just like that, he's a limp\nmass in your arms; and you're sheepishly laying an unconscious man down on\nthe floor, next to his erstwhile victim.",choices:["patrol-assault-handle-victim"]}),S("patrol-assault-talk",{optionText:"Try to talk this one out.",content:"You're not quite sure what words you have for the tough guy in the puffy coat.",choices:["#patrol-assault-convo","patrol-assault-attack"]}),S("patrol-assault-ask",{optionText:"Ask what his problem is.",tags:["patrol-assault-convo"],content:'"Hey man, the hell is your problem?"\n\nYou\'re surprised by how fast, and how hard, he spins around, throwing\nthe weight of a shove on you. You stagger back, steadying yourself a\nfew steps away from the man.\n\n"My *problem* is this little *bitch* here is trying\nto *trick* me."\n\nEven from a distance, you smell something off about his breath. He\'s\non something, that much is clear. Or perhaps off something; he\'s shaking\nhard, his voic e is cracking. Hoodie, on the floor, just wheezes in response.\n\n"Listen, we can get you some help," you try, taking a step forward.\n\n"You get the fuck back away from me!" is the only response. He\'s taking\nyour presence surprisingly in stride, in the way only broken people can.\n\n"I\'m not trying to hurt you." You put your hands up and away from your\nbody in what you hope is a nonthreatening gesture. But he\'s unsteady\non his feet, shifting, staggering towards you. "Get the fuck back,"\nhe repeats. And then you see the flash of\n'+C("steel","patrol-assault-disarm")+" as he pulls something out of\nhis coat."}),S("patrol-assault-tell",{optionText:"Tell him to stop.",tags:["patrol-assault-convo"],content:"\"Stop that!\"\n\nYou're not overly confident, but you drop your voice into a low growl and\ntry to sound like it. What you don't expect is for Puffy Coat to turn\naround on a heel, and stare right at you. His eyes are so stark with fear\nall of a sudden, like they're trying to escape into the darkness of his\nskull. You're stared at in the way a sudden bear in the woods is stared at,\nin the way divers look at sharks, in the way hikers look at a hitherto unseen\nsnake.\n\nThe man in the puffy coat is on something, or off something, or just\nunwell, battered by life. He just barrels towards you, desperate arms out,\npreceded by a front of wind, and the whole world that isn't him goes a little\nbit out of focus, and your eyes catch the glint of light off the\n"+C("knife","patrol-assault-disarm")+"."}),S("patrol-assault-disarm",{content:"The knife is nothing much to be afraid of. It's a tiny folding knife,\nbarely big enough to threaten. Even if he plunged it into your chest,\nyou know it wouldn't do anything to you. You know it would stick from\nyour body like a strange adornment, blood slowly welling up around the\nwound and staining your clothes, perhaps for hours while you got a bandage\nand pulled it out. You know all this in the third of a second that he\nspends rushing futilely towards your body. And then another knowledge kicks\nin.\n\nYou pivot in space so that as he strikes, knifepoint held outwards like a\nfairy spear, you're not there. You grasp his arm, lock your legs to his,\nand spin his body down so that he lands on his back with a slow twist.\nYou bear down on his wrist with sharp fingers so that the knife goes\nclattering on the floor.\n\nAnd then he's flailing, kicking, making a rasping sound out of a throat\nthat no longer screams. So you press your forearm onto his throat, until he\nfalls unconscious. His eyes roll upwards and you dismiss some half-\nremembered factoid about how any episode of unconsciousness can cause\npermanent brain damage.",choices:["patrol-assault-handle-victim"]}),S("patrol-assault-handle-victim",{optionText:"Deal with the victim.",content:function(e){var t;return t="feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"And then you hover upwards steadily, returning to the\n"+C("rooftop","patrol-assault-end")+" from\nwhence you came, ignoring their fear and awe as they fumble in a\nbloodied pocket for a phone.":"The alley is narrow enough that you can make your way back up to the\n"+C("rooftop","patrol-assault-end")+"\nby leaping three stories up, from wall to wall, a trick that\nnow came as naturally as walking. The fallen man doesn't notice\nyour acrobatics as he fumbles in a bloodied pocket for a phone.", 'The person you\'re ostensibly doing this for is almost an afterthought,\nbut you realize, first of all, that they\'re terrified. It takes a moment\nto realign your self-perception, to understand that there isn\'t some\nother thug standing behind your shoulder. Of course they are. They just\nwatched you render their assailant unconscious without a second thought.\n\nBy the transitive property, you\'re the scariest thing in this alley.\n\n"Do you have your phone?" you finally think to growl, after a long moment\nof mutual, fearful staring.\n\nAfter sucking in air, they wheeze out: "Yes."\n\n"Good. Call an ambulance."\n\n'+t}}),S("patrol-assault-end",{content:"You watch from the rooftop as an emergency number is dialed, and you\nwatch as sirens arrive. An ambulance -- not the cops. And soon, assailant\nand victim are carted together to a hospital you dearly hope they can afford.",choices:["first-patrol-aftermath"]}),S("first-patrol-aftermath",{optionText:"...",content:function(e){var t,n;return t=function(){sw itch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"bundle of feathers";case"tooth":return"shark's tooth";default:return"snakeskin"}}(),n=function(){switch(e.sandbox.theftMotivation){case"addiction":return"the constant braying of your serotonin-starved brain";case"illness":return"the relentless pain swimming around in your chest";default:return"your incessant worry about where your next meal was coming from"}}(),D.asterism+"\n\nSomehow, you don't have any blood on you.\n\nThat's all you can think about when you get back to your home, pulling off\nthe balaclava, which clings wetly to your damp skin. You are panting, but not\ntired. You feel the chill of the open window, but you are not cold.\n\nYour heart beats fast, but steady, to the march of a new drum. You reach into\nthe pocket of your hoodie and find the "+t+". Perhaps an alien purpose\nhas taken hold. Perhaps something inside has emerged. Your mind soars away\nfrom your soiled clothes, from the aches, the violence of the night. It runs\ninto a river of large t houghts, broad thoughts. Thoughts that "+n+"\nhadn't allowed you to think, for so long. Thoughts about a city you\ngot to know for so little time, which is being snatched away. Of people\nbeing squeezed from both ends.\n\nYou know what you must "+C("do","trapping-costume")+"."}}),S("trapping-costume",{content:"# November 21st\n\nThe materials were bought in stores all over the city. Sporting goods.\nMilsurp. Maker spaces. Cash only. Your little fund from the cell phone\nbust dwindles. You tell yourself it's for a good cause. You lock your\nbedroom door.\n\n\"Smart\" fabrics. Straps, belts, webbing. Pouches. Patterns. Kevlar and\nneoprene and spectra. Ceramic plates salvaged from Iraq II-era flak jackets. Padded\ngloves. Laced boots.\n\nYou're building something more practical than your hoodie and sweats,\nsure. But you're also building a\n"+C("symbol","trapping-costume-symbol")+"."}),S("trapping-costume-symbol",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":return"It's gr ay and white, and sharp. Electric blue lines run across its\nflanks. Its cowl gives your head a triangular shape. In it, you\nbecome a smooth, cold-blooded creature. The shark's tooth becomes\na button to fasten your cowl.";case"feather":return"It's raven black. A heavy mantle scored with a feather pattern falls\nover your shoulders. It obscures your shape, makes you into a racing blur.\nAnd pinned to your chest is that bundle of curious black feathers.";default:return"It's mottled green gray, but not like camouflage. Like a warning\npattern. You use a sharp steel point to score a meticulous pattern of\nscales on its surface. The bracelet clasps over your gloved wrist.\nYour cowl has a broad, flared hood that makes you seem larger than\nyou are. When you put it on, it's like shedding an old skin."}}(),"You sew, and you stitch. You make pockets to hold ceramic plates. You\nuse a soldering iron to heat and join plastics. You shape and adjust.\nYou build a new skin for yourself, a new shape.\n\n"+t+"\n\nAnd the n you "+C("wear it for the first time.","costume-news")}}),S("costume-news",{content:function(e){var t,n,o;switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":t="bird",n="Raven";break;case"tooth":t="shark",n="Shark";break;default:t="snake",n="Cobra"}return o=y.hyphenateText('YEATS CITY -- Several residents of the Blaise Loop and Collier Squares\ndistricts have written to the *Evening Times* to report sightings of a\nmasked figure "dressed as some kind of '+t+'" in their neighborhoods.\n\nOfficially, a spokesperson for the YCPD wouldn\'t acknowledge the\nexistence of the "'+n+'-Man of Yeats". However, sources within the\ndepartment say they are investigating a vigilantism case on the island.'),'
\n\n# "'+n+'-Man" Sighted in Yeats Island\n\n'+o+"\n\n
"},choices:["after-costume"],classes:["clipping-container"]}),S("after-costume",{optionText:"...",content:"# December 8th\n\nIt's strange how quickly a routine has established itself, how little you\nseem to question it. At night, you don the costume and escape through a\nwindow. You survey the city from rooftops. You stop assaults, robberies,\nthefts. You scare away car thieves. You watch drug deals from above,\nmentally mapping the invisible lines of illicit commerce.\n\nAnd in the daytime, you walk through the streets, watching for faces you\nrecognize, watching for the effects of your presence. You count broken\nwindows, furtively exchanged packets of cocaine. You take inventory of\nthe neighborhood, day by day, watching for a trendline that says you're\nmaking a difference. You become a human spreadsheet, filing the people around\nyou into columns:\n"+C("Victim.","after-costume-victim")+"\n"+C("Bystander.","after-costume-bystander")+"\n"+C("Perpetrator.","after-costume-perpetrator")+"\n"+C("Suspect.","after-costume-suspect")}),S("after-costume-victim",{content:"Bloodied nose. Limping walk. Fearful eyes. Some, you have seen in your\nnocturnal excursions; some, you have not. Some you helped escape; some,\nyou were too late.\n\nYou need to "+C( "understand","after-costume-understand")+"."}),S("after-costume-bystander",{content:"All in all, the climate is of fear. Precarious lives flow around you\non the street, preoccupied with their own struggles, seemingly\nunaffected by the war you're waging every night.\n\nA war. Is that what it is?",choices:["after-costume-yes-war","after-costume-no-war"]}),S("after-costume-yes-war",{optionText:"Yes.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.brutality++},content:"There's a comfort to the language of war. Casualties, not deaths.\nEnemy combatants. Lines of territory on a map, obliterating the\ndirty reality of the earth's terrain.\n\nBut you can't quite pin a name or a face on an enemy. Not yet.\n\nYou need to "+C("understand","after-costume-understand")+"."}),S("after-costume-no-war",{optionText:"No.",content:"You realise how easily the lines blur. How everyone is innocent\nand complicit in similar measures. You're a vigilante, maybe. You\nwear a mask some of the time, and it sets you apart all of the time.\nBut you 're not an occupying force in your own neighborhood.\n\nYou need to "+C("understand","after-costume-understand")+"."}),S("after-costume-perpetrator",{content:"You know them, strangely, though their faces are often masked, though\ntheir bodies are often cloaked in darkness. You spy them from rooftops.\nSome still carry wounds of encounters with you. Most of them are rough\nmen of a certain age and stature; some seem cowed, fearful in a way\nthey are not used to being. Some do not. And some, you realize in the\nbluish light of a winter day, are just boys.\n\nYou need to "+C("understand","after-costume-understand")+"."}),S("after-costume-suspect",{content:function(e){var t;return t="tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?"The air crackles between you and each one, the charges of their nervous\nsystems revealing their insides to you. Some are steady, even. Many\nflutter with the misfires of fear, or anger.":"","They take all kinds of shapes and sizes. Many are young. Your eyes fall\non the Irish kids running furtively throug h the street. Refugees of\none of history's rhymes, they are just barely old enough to remember a better time.\nThe drug cartels love them. They love them because they're angry, and hungry.\nThey know how to run, and how to fight. And most of all, they're white,\nand English-speaking; and so they walk unseen through the clouds of\npolice UAVs and cop suspicion, ferrying drugs and money, the arteries\nof a hidden economy.\n\n"+t+"\n\nYou need to "+C("understand","after-costume-understand")+"."}}),S("after-costume-understand",{content:D.asterism+"\n\nFrom the ground, all things are obscured. From the rooftops, only some of them\nare. You watch each night unfold, telling and retelling yourself the story of\neach evening, always different details adding up to the same arc.\n\nTonight, you follow a "+c("boy").once().writer("boy-desc")+", keeping track of his\nmovements from above.\n\nYou don't know who he works for, not really, and it worries you.\nHe gets texts on a burner phone. Dead drops. Merchandise, or mone y,\nor sometimes a new burner. Always a new route. A whole\n"+c("network").once().writer("network-desc")+" of\nkids like that.\n\nBut tonight isn't about him. It's about tugging on the\n"+C("thread","drug-bust-begin")+" he represents.",writers:{"boy-desc":"This one is a mousey kid, maybe fourteen, small and quick, fair-skinned child of the\neurocollapse, invisible to the cops, ratty backpack shaking with\nbaggies of this and that -- harbinger of crack's comeback.","network-desc":"There are so many kids like this around this city. They were one\nof the first things you noticed, scurrying around, ditching school,\ndodging cops, watching the skies for drones. They dress unassuming, fight\ndirty. Ever so often you spot one with a pipe in their hand, dodging your gaze."}}),S("drug-bust-begin",{content:"And tonight is different enough. It's quieter. It's almost like most of the other\nrunners have the night off. No dead drop tonight; he's graduated to the center\nof the web. You know he's ferrying cash, taken from behind a loose brick on\nthe side of a dilapidated brownstone. And then he's running under a highway\noverpass, dodging the darkness and the people living beneath the concrete.\n\nAnd then he's rushing into a dying industrial park. And then he's slamming\nhis fist at the great metal door of a warehouse.\n\nAll of this, you watch from afar, balancing on the arching form of a dead\nlamppost at the darkened edge of the on-ramp.\n\nAnd then a crack opens, a backpack changes hands, and the money you've been\nfollowing disappears "+C("inside","drug-bust-inside")+"."}),S("drug-bust-inside",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":return"drug-bust-tooth-survey";case"feather":return"drug-bust-feather-survey";default:return"drug-bust-survey"}}(),"The warehouse is a smallish, humped concrete bulge, whitewashed a generation\nago. It sheds flecks of ancient white paint.\n\nInside, almost certainly, are a dozen people or more, armed. You can't just\nrush into this like you've be en rushing into everything else. You need to\nbe "+C("smart",t)+"."}}),S("drug-bust-tooth-survey",{content:"You close your eyes and watch the warehouse. Watch for the electrical motion\nbehind your eyes. The lights are on inside, but\nnot much else; there's a great empty space where in most buildings there\nwould be walls buzzing with electricity.\n\nThe people inside shine in the dimness. There are fourteen in total: eight of them\nseated around something in the middle of the space; six others circling\naround like nervous sharks.\n\nThere's a conspicuous break in the lines of fluorescent lights overhead.\nSomething on the "+C("roof","drug-bust-roof")+"?"}),S("drug-bust-feather-survey",{content:"You leap off the lamppost, spin in midair, and take flight towards the\nwarehouse, a passing shadow. You land on the roof, trying not to slam\nthe corrugated metal too hard. The warehouse's roof is mostly flat,\ncaked with the dirty remains of old rain. But it does have a skylight;\nand through it, you can dimly\n"+ C("watch","drug-bust-watch")+" what goes on inside it."}),S("drug-bust-survey",{content:"You drop down to the ground, feeling exposed in the openness of the old\nindustrial estate. The warehouse has windows on one side, but they're far\nup the wall, too far to see inside; though they throw sickly yellow light\nthrough dirty glass.\n\nThere's no good way in from this level. So you try the\n"+C("roof","drug-bust-roof")+"."}),S("drug-bust-roof",{content:"The walls of the warehouse are too smooth to climb. So you take a running\nstart and leap, kicking the wall with your feet until you grasp the sill\nof one of the wide, squat windows at the top of the walls. You swing\nyour body over, rolling into a crouch onto the corrugated metal roof,\ntrying to step softly.\n\nThe roof is mostly flat, caked with the dirty remains of old rain. But it\ndoes have a skylight; and through it, you can dimly\n"+C("watch","drug-bust-watch")+" what goes on inside it."}),S("drug-bust-watch",{content:"The activity inside is slow, almo st ritualistic. A long, battered line of\ntables. On each side, a battered line of people: four on each side,\nturning a mountain of cocaine into retail-sized molehills. Around them\nare six armed men, clutching well-used weaponry as they slowly circle the table.\n\nThe two groups don't really acknowledge one another.\nYou notice the debris around the warehouse: stacks of unused pallets.\nA car, stripped long ago for parts. Shelves filled with boxes of unsold product,\nthe debris of a crash. Long shadows.\n\nYou think you can work with this. You think.",choices:["drug-bust-report","drug-bust-sneak","drug-bust-smash"]}),S("drug-bust-report",{optionText:"Take some photos. Let the cops handle it.",content:"The light is dim, but your lens gets the gist of it. You fire an anonymous email.\nAn address. Photos. And then you disappear into the night, hoping your work\nis "+C("done","drug-bust-report-aftermath")+"."}),S("drug-bust-sneak",{optionText:"Go in quiet. Work them one by one.",content:"You hang upside-down, watching the people inside through the broken hole of a\nlong-gone window. You could just about "+C("shimmy","drug-bust-shimmy")+"\nthrough it."}),S("drug-bust-shimmy",{content:function(e){var t;return t="From a shadowed hiding spot, you track their movements, the fluttering\nelectricity of their bodies tracing lazy, bored circles around the room.","You invert your body in a way that isn't quite possible, slithering down to\nthe dark floor of the warehouse. And from behind a crumbling pile of dirty\nshelving, you watch as the men inside the warehouse walk around, talk, smoke,\nwaste time. You wonder if this is a cushy job for them, or if they're blowing\noff tension, waiting for something horrible to happen.\n\nThere are six armed men -- \"guards\", in your mind.\n"+("tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?t:"")+" You wait\nfor a moment to "+C("strike","drug-bust-strike")+"."}}),S("drug-bust-strike",{content:function(e){var t;return t="You cling from ceiling rafters, flying from one to the other, dropping\nsilently and o ut of sight, to quietly take them.","You pop out of the shadows and drag a man back in with you, pulling him into\na chokehold. You dart from cover to cover, taking out stragglers one by one.\n"+("feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?t:"")+"\n\nIt takes a while, but eventually they realize they're not alone. There are\nthree of them left, half-panicked, wordless, when they find the fitfully\nunconscious body of one of their number. When the workers hide beneath\nthe table in the middle of the warehouse, in anticipation of the coming\n"+C("violence","drug-bust-violence")+"."}}),S("drug-bust-violence",{content:"And just as they're checking their triggers and looking about them in\nfearful confusion, you bound out of the shadows. You crash into one\nof them, making him drop his weapon with the force of the impact;\nwhile he's crumpling to the ground, you're still moving. You're too fast\nfor their sights, and soon there are three frightened men on the floor and\nthree useless guns on the ground.\n\nYour boot finds a thr oat. You "+C("interrogate","drug-bust-interrogate")+"."}),S("drug-bust-interrogate",{content:"He's frightened. He's a big man, perhaps bigger than you, and he doesn't\nunderstand what's happening, which for him is a special kind of panic.\nYou put just a smidge of your weight on his neck.\n\n"+C('"Who do you work for?"',"drug-bust-who")}),S("drug-bust-smash",{optionText:"Take them on. Quick and dirty.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.brutality++},content:"Six men with SMGs. Sure. Why the hell not.\n\nYou watch their nervous movement around the room. One of them has lit\na cigarette. Two are chatting around the corner of a shelf.\n\nAnd then you crash through a roof window, landing onto a man in\na rain of dirty glass. His feet crumple underneath him, and you're already\ntaking cover behind his body as you elbow the back of his head.\n\nEvery gun in the room trains on you; the workers are taking cover under\nthe table; you spin, let the man fall down, let his presence make the\nothers hesitate. And you dis appear behind cover.\n"+C("One down","drug-bust-smash-continue")+"."}),S("drug-bust-smash-continue",{content:function(e){return"skin"===e.sandbox.fetish?"You leap for cover, rolling behind a line of shelves, out of sight.\nWhile they look for you, you peek through a gap in the shelving and\nopen your mouth wide, letting a stream of acidic venom issue from\nyour mouth. Your potshot lands on the face of one of the men,\nblinding him and distracting the others with the screams. You\ncount "+C("four of them left","drug-bust-four")+".":"You hope whatever's in these shelves is dense enough to stop bullets. You\nleap through empty space and shadows, finding an angle on the frightened\nmen. You hear the rattling report of five guns. You appear from behind a\ncorner and pull one of their number away unseen. You choke down a scream\nwith the crook of an arm. You count\n"+C("four men left","drug-bust-four")+"."}}),S("drug-bust-four",{content:"You roll into sight when the magazines run out. You wedge a foot between\nsom eone's chin and chest as they rush you. You spin around and land you\nheel into the mass of another man's body. You see a flash of terror in\none man's eyes. You duck and continue spinning around, pulling someone's\nlegs out from under him. You rebound into a swift elbow strike. You\ncount "+C("three men left","drug-bust-three")+"."}),S("drug-bust-three",{content:"You bounce between their bodies. You don't really keep track of where\nyour limbs are any more. You feel something clip your shoulder, painfully.\nYou dismantle a gun without really noticing what it is. You feel a crack\nbeneath your boot. You sense the rotation of the world from inside your\ninner ear. You count "+C("two men left","drug-bust-two")+"."}),S("drug-bust-two",{content:"You move. You strike. You count "+C("one man left","drug-bust-one")+"."}),S("drug-bust-one",{content:"He's frightened. He doesn't understand how his whole body can be held aloft\nin your hand, grasped by the neck. You feel him shake. You feel his sweat\nslick your hand, loosen your grip.\n\n"+C('"Who do you work for?"',"drug-bust-who")}),S("drug-bust-who",{content:"But you never hear an answer. Instead you hear the report of a gun; you smell\na trail of smoke; you spot someone firing a handgun at you from beneath the\ntable, his hands still gloved and dirty with white dust, his face still hidden\nby a respirator, a plastic bag still roughly protecting his clothes.\n\nAnd you feel the piercing pain as the bullet impacts your shoulder. You need\nto "+C("get out of here","drug-bust-smash-aftermath")+"."}),S("drug-bust-report-aftermath",{content:D.asterism+"\n\nDays pass. Almost a week. No news. You keep your watch from the rooftops. No\nend in sight. The warehouse still teems with activity. Drugs flow away from\nit; money flows in. Not a clue on who runs the operation. Not a sign of the\n"+C("cops","drug-bust-cops")+"."}),S("drug-bust-cops",{content:function(e){var t;return t="The electric ghost in his body is steady, firm. He's calm. He's comfortable.","Until you see a blue-c lad, uniformed body emerge from the shadowed road and\nknock reverently on that metal door.\n"+("tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?t:"")+"\nMoney changes hands. Pleasantries are exchanged. And then the cop walks away\nhappy, as they often do.\n\nYou retake your familiar post over the roof window atop the warehouse,\nrage curling up inside your stomach."},choices:["drug-bust-smash","drug-bust-sneak"]}),S("drug-bust-smash-aftermath",{content:D.asterism+"\n\nYou crash into the apartment, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. It feels\nlike the hole in your shoulder is still smoldering. So as it turns out you're\nnot bulletproof.\n\nYou can't go to the ER. Not dressed like this. You need to\n"+c("get out of costume").replacer("x-crumple").id("x-crumple")+".",writers:{"x-crumple":function(){return""+C("collapse on the floor","drug-bust-aftermath-collapse")}}}),S("drug-bust-aftermath-collapse",{content:D.asterism+"\nYou try to stammer something as you feel something cold hook into your\nflesh and "+C("tug","drug-bust-aft ermath-tug")+"."}),S("drug-bust-aftermath-tug",{content:'"You\'re really lucky this was a through-and-through."\n\n"Damon?"\n\n"I wouldn\'t be stitching up your ridiculous ass if I had to go to the trouble\nof pulling the round out."\n\nYou\'re dimly aware of his presence looming over your body.\n\n"No, it would be right to the ER with you. And then you can figure out how\nyou explain the '+C("get-up","drug-bust-aftermath-getup")+'."'}),S("drug-bust-aftermath-getup",{content:"You're acutely aware that you didn't take off your armor after all.\n\n\"Might still need a trip there anyway. You lost a decent amount of blood.\"\n\nThe fog lifts sharply from your head at that point. Your body tightens up,\nfiling the pain away in some distant drawer, while you register the room.\nLow-power LED overhead. Dirty walls. You're lying on your back on your\nbed, atop a mess of hastily laid towels. Damon is kneeling next to you,\nsuturing a hole in your shoulder.\n\n\"Just be glad it didn't clip an artery. Of all the weird shit I thought\nyou might be doing at night, cosplay gangbanging wasn't my guess.\"\n\n\"How long was I \n"+C("out","drug-bust-aftermath-out")+'?", you somehow articulate.'}),S("drug-bust-aftermath-out",{content:'"Not long. Maybe twenty minutes. How the hell are you even talking?"\n\n"I\'m... it\'s not that bad."\n\n"It is that bad. You have a hole in your torso from what I\'m gonna say\nis .45 ACP, and another gash where a different bullet entirely grazed you."\n\n"I\'m fine."\n\n"Yeah, evidently you\'re fine and that scares me. 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So you\'re the one sending\npeople to my ER."\n\n"I guess."\n\n"What the hell for?"',choices:["#justification"]}),S("justification-ability",{optionText:"Because I can.",content:'"Something happened to me. Something weird. All of a sudden I can\ndo all those things, and I just... I wanted to use it. To do something\nwith it."\n\n"That\'s great. Join an MMA tournament, or something."\n\n"I don\'t think that would be fair."\n\n"Oh, you *have* changed."',tags:["justification"],after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("after-justification") }}),S("justification-need",{optionText:"Because someone has to.",content:'"You know what\'s going on with this city. The murders, the drugs. And\nnobody does anything. Nobody can do anything. Except me."\n\n"Great. Are you a vigilante or running for city council?"',tags:["justification"],after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("after-justification")}}),S("justification-hate",{optionText:"I got tired of being a bystander.",content:'"I got tired of just watching everything go to hell. I want to make\na difference."\n\n"By beating people up?"\n\n"By... stopping the people who are fucking up this city."',tags:["justification"],after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("after-justification")}}),S("after-justification",{content:'Damon just stares into your eyes for a long, disapproving moment, searching\nfor sense somewhere inside your head.\n\n"Well... I can\'t stop you I guess?"\n\n"So you\'re not going to narc on me?"\n\n"Just... keep it quiet. If the cops find out it\'s you, I want plausible\ndeniability."\n\nHe clips a strand of thread away from your suture, finishing up. 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I don\'t really know what it\nwas. All I know is that now every time I close my eyes, I still see.\nI see the electricity in the wires in the walls, in people\'s bodies.\nIn cars. In the drones overhead."\n\nFor a moment you think he\'s considering having you committed. Instead,\nhe lingers at the threshold of the room, hiding an arm from view behind\nthe wall.\n\n"How many fingers am I holding up?"\n\nYou close your eyes, watching for the faint ghost of his fingertips,\nhovering behind the bright streak of wires in the drywall. "Three."\n\n"Four."\n\n"Two."\n\n"None."\n\nHis arm droops to his side, signaling that you\'ve made your point.';default:return"\"A couple weeks ago I found this... thing. I don't really know what it\nwas. All I know is that now I can fight like I've spent my whole life\nlearning how. And I can run and never get tired. And I think... I think\nI can spit poison.\"\n\nFor a moment you think he's actually buying it. But then his face\nslackens into a mask of incre dulity.\n\n\"You've lost your mind.\"\n\nAll you can think in reply is a deep breath, and a welling up of something\nacrid in your throat, and then a ball of something black like tar flies\ntowards the wall next to him. It smacks the wall with a comically wet\nsound, and then lingers there uselessly, making the paint peel off and\nshow the old discolored wallpaper beneath it. You're still clenching your\nthroat, reacting to the acidity in your mouth, while he stares at the\nstain in disbelief."}}}),S("let-damon-go",{optionText:"Let him go.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.damonAlly=!1},content:"You let him walk away. He probably thinks you're delusional. You can't exactly\nfault him.\n\nThe suit will need stitches, too. 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Christmas, timid and fearful though\nit may be, has arrived along with the deluge of filthy snow.\n\nAnd all throughout the city, violent crime almost seems to take a pause -- a\nbreather, driven by the worsening weather and the improving spirits.\n\nAddicts, however, can't take a break from their addiction.\n"+("addiction"===e.sandbox.theftMotivation?"You know that all too well.":"")+" This is the perfect time to follow up on the drug\ntrade.\n\nThe warehouse you hit, across the freeway, is too well-guarded to go after\nnow. Whoever runs the place tightened up security too much. Better to keep\nlooking for another opportunity. A more sensible target. And so, you tail\nrunners with backpacks full of drugs and drug money; you keep a watch over\ndirty cops as they make their\n"+c("rounds").once().writer("rounds-desc")+"."},writers:{"garland-desc":"As the price of electricity goes up, the decor gets trimmed down. City\ngovernment isn't looking to spread holiday cheer. And so, the Christmas\nornaments cluster around the big-box retailers, who get the best deal\non the power to run their LED cluster trees and their creepy\nanimatronic reindeer.","bridge-desc":"The Fairbanks Bridge stretches out over a lazy arm of the sea, separating\nthe island of Yeats from the mainland. A curving hulk of 20th-century\nsteel, it has seen better days: for a long time now,\nthe island has acted as a sort of quarantine, a lump of the city set\napart to be ignored.","rounds-desc":"You've been keeping an eye on the police lately, whenever you can avoid the\nglassy stare of the drones. At least one patrol every night ends in\na pickup -- money, mostly, though sometimes party favors of a different\nkind. The 12th Precinct -- the "+c("Loop").once().writer("loop-desc")+"'s\npolice force -- is about as crooked as it gets.","loop-desc":"Blaise Loop: The southernmost district in the Yeats borough, which comprises\nthe island, which lends its name to the city of Yeats -- four mainland boroughs trying\nto escape the insular one. A network of roundabouts, imagined as a system of sunny villas\nand pastoral villages by Pascal Blaise, the 19th-century reshaper of Yeats\nCity. Turns out all those narrow rustic paths become dark alleys when a\nfour-story tenement is built on either side of them. Blaise Loop has been\nthough it all: industrial booms and collapses. Race riots. Advances and retreats\nof gentrification. 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And it's at the front of one of them that the black squad car\nfinally stops: a bulky rectangular building, a pointless slab of concrete covered up in\nNeoclassical detail by some mid-aughts architect riding exceedingly high\non the bubble.\n\nYou cling to the top of a lamppost and watch a tall man unfold his body from\nthe backseat of the squad car. He's been ferried here, by a pair of stocky\ncops who dutifully remain in the car.\n\nThe building is\n"+c("dark").id("building-dark-x").replacer("building-dark-x")+".",writers:{"building-dark-x": ""+C("mostly dark","connect-dots-dark")}}),S("connect-dots-dark",{content:function(e){var t,n;return n="feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"You rise up into the rarefied air of the 25th floor, landing on the deck of the penthouse.":"You cling to the building and climb up, faster than an elevator. 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You cling to the edge of an archway, surveying\nthe activity in the room beyond.\n\nA staircase spirals up into the upper floor. The double doors of a private\nelevator face the grand foyer directly. The furniture here is mostly for\nshow, chairs and couches barely ever used. But one man sits on the edge\nof a plush white couch, tapping the ashes of his cigarette onto the marble\nfloor.\n\nTwo other men are with him. They stand. You "+C("listen","connect-dots-listen")+"."}),S("connect-dots-listen",{content:'The man who emerges from the elevator isn\'t in uniform. Instead, he wears a\ncarefully crumpled suit and the remnant of a beard. But you know him -- you\nknow his face from somewhere. The news, maybe. You know he wears a\nlieutenant\'s stripe. He\'s too tall, and blond, and stands in a crooked way\nlike he\'s taking stock of the floor.\n\nThe seated man is shorter. But he\'s also clearly in control.\n\n"Do you know," -- he pauses mid-sentence to drag on the cigarette -- "why\nyou\'re here?"\n\nThe lieutenant hesitates. "No." There\'s just a hint of "sir" at the edge of\nit.\n\n"You\'re here because you know how you\'re going to move up in the world,\nand that\'s by working," -- you think he\'s stopping to cough, but no; another\ndrag on that interminable cigarette. -- "for me. Helping keep\nthings *tidy.*"\n\nYou notice that the elevator starts to '+C("descend","connect-dots-descend")+"\nagain."}),S("connect-dots-descend",{content:"The short man is old, though it's hard to tell how old; he has his back turned\nto your hiding place behind a door. His hair is a papery gray, and a network\nof veins covers the exposed nape of his neck. He grips his\n"+c("cigarette").id("cigarette-x-replacer").replacer("cigarette-x-replacer")+'\ntightly enough to make it bend slightly between his tw o fingers.\n\nHe continues his speech: "Who do you think is in charge, here? Is it\n'+c("Pisano").once().inserter("mosconi-x-insertion")+'?"\n\n

\n\n"No."\n\n"Well then, is it '+c("Grisham").once().inserter("grisham-x-insertion")+'?"\n\n

\n\n"No."\n\n"Who?"\n\n"You, Mr Wysham."\n\n"So when I tell you that this '+C("thing","connect-dots-thing")+'\nis real..."',writers:{"cigarette-x-replacer":"cigarette -- black and long and expensive-looking --","mosconi-x-insertion":"Pisano. That would be the mayor.","grisham-x-insertion":"Grisham. As in police commissioner Grisham."}}),S("connect-dots-thing",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"bird-thing";case"tooth":return"shark-thing";default:return"snake-thing"}}(),'"You mean this '+t+' junkies have been seeing all over Blaise?"\n\n"Yes. I want you to find him."\n\n"That\'s just some stupid urban legend bangers use to justify how they ended\nup in the ER with their asses kicked. It\'s some stupid gang war bullshit."\n\n"Urban legends don\'t break bones. And gang wars put people in the ground,\nnot the hospital. Fix it."\n\n"Why do you care so much, anyway?"\n\n"Because it\'s bad for business in the short term and it\'s bad for our\nplans in the long term."\n\nYou spot the lights over the elevator, indicating that it has begun its\n'+C("ascent","connect-dots-ascent")+" again."}}),S("connect-dots-ascent",{content:"\"So what do you want me to do? Put an APB out on a shadow?\"\n\n\"You'll put out an APB on a shadow, yeah. And if you don't I'll find someone\nwho will. I put you on top of this stuff, and not your captain, because you're\nuseful. Now is not a good time to stop being useful.\"\n\nThe elevator arrives on the penthouse floor again with a low hum. The doors\nstart to "+C("open","connect-dots-open")+"."}),S("connect-dots-open",{content:"The first thing to come out of the newly opened elevator doors is noise,\nthen flashing light. A spray of bullets.",c hoices:["path-hit-stop-it","path-hit-hide"]}),S("path-hit-stop-it",{optionText:"Stop the attackers.",content:"Whoever it is, they're just unloading some sort of automatic into the room.\nThere's no way you could stop them, or even go into the room.",choices:["path-hit-hide"]}),S("path-hit-hide",{optionText:"Hide from the gunfire.",content:"You duck behind a wall, hoping it provides enough cover. It takes the hitmen\na long time to run out of bullets; it feels like a whole minute, though you\nknow that can't be true.\n\nAnd then the elevator doors close, and you're all\n"+C("alone","connect-dots-alone")+" in the penthouse. They didn't even step\nout of the elevator."}),S("connect-dots-alone",{content:"The foyer is a "+C("mess","connect-dots-mess")+"."}),S("connect-dots-mess",{content:"All of the plush furniture has been minced into a slow falling cloud of white\nfoam and down feathers. Streaks of holes line the walls. Four bodies fell\nwhere previously they stood, their wounds numerous, two of them still clut ching\ntheir guns.\n\nThe elevator is "+C("rising","connect-dots-rising")+" again."}),S("connect-dots-rising",{content:"Building security, or perhaps police, most likely. Soon to be here. You don't\nreally have time to do much.",choices:["connect-dots-take-cigarettes","connect-dots-take-phone"]}),S("connect-dots-take-cigarettes",{optionText:"Search Wysham's body.",content:function(e){var t;return t="feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"run outside as fast as you can. As soon as you're on the deck again, you hear sirens. While the elevator doors open, you "+C("leap","leave-penthouse")+" from the penthouse deck into the foggy night.":"run outside as fast as you can. As soon as you're on the deck again, you hear sirens. While the elevators door open, you swing over the railing and prepare for the difficult "+C("climb","leave-penthouse")+" down.","You get a better look at Wysham: Very, very old indeed. Nicotine stains all\nover. You recognise the name from somewhere; face too, perhaps. His pockets\nhold only an anonymou s matchbook and a pack of his expensive cigarettes.\n\nAll you can do is "+t+"."}}),S("connect-dots-take-phone",{optionText:"Search the lieutenant's body.",content:function(e){var t,n;return n="feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"run outside as fast as you can. As soon as you're on the deck again, you hear sirens. While the elevator doors open, you "+C("leap","leave-penthouse")+" from the penthouse deck into the foggy night.":"run outside as fast as you can. As soon as you're on the deck again, you hear sirens. While the elevators door open, you swing over the railing and prepare for the difficult "+C("climb","leave-penthouse")+" down.",t=function(e){var t;return t=e+"-v-aside",I(c(e).once().inserter(t).toString()).id(t).toString()},"You look through the lieutenant's pockets:\nCrumpled "+t("papers")+". A snub-nosed "+t("revolver")+".\nA faux-leather "+t("wallet")+". The shattered remains of\na high-end "+t("phone")+".\n\nAll you can do is "+n+"."},writers:{"papers-v-aside":" (too bloodied to read)","revolver-v-asid e":" (standard police issue)","wallet-v-aside":" (holding small bills and a bullet hole through his ID)","phone-v-aside":" (a familiar model)"}}),S("leave-penthouse",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.theftMotivation){case"addiction":return"you feel an exhaustion you hadn't felt in a while. Your body shakes, reasserting a desire you thought had left it.";case"illness":return"you feel a soreness you hadn't felt in a while. Your body shivers, remembering an illness you thought had left it.";default:return"you feel strangely weak, as though you're less than you were when you left home; as though you might plummet from the sky at any moment."}}(),"On your way home, "+t+". But it fades away as soon as you step\nfoot on one of the island's rooftops again. You catch your breath, and\ncontinue on.\n\nYou don't think about it until you finally get home. But by then, sleep\nand the noise of "+C("late-night television","tv-talk-show")+" drives\nit away from your mind for good."}}),S("tv-tal k-show",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"raven";case"tooth":return"hammerhead";default:return"serpent"}}(),"## John Hornby\n\nGood evening Yeats, I'm John Hornby and you're watching the Hornby Review. Tonight:\nthe YCPD seemingly acknowledging the existence of the \""+t+" of Blaise Loop\"\nby putting out a warrant for their arrest in connection with multiple assaults.\nIs the vigilante just an urban legend taken too far, or are the residents of\nthe Loop actually seeing something real? Joining me to answer that question\nare Graham Walpole, senior policy advisor at the Yeats Institute for Development...\n\n## Graham Walpole\n\nGreat to be here, John.\n\n## John Hornby\n\n...and Edith Velasquez, a city correspondent for YNews.com.\n\n## Edith Velasquez\n\nThank you for having me.\n\n## John Hornby\n\nSo there's three questions that I think are interesting here: Is the "+t+" real?\nWhat is the "+t+"? And is the YCPD doing the right thing by trying to bring him\nin?\n\n## Edith Velazquez\n\nIgnoring for a moment the question of whether they're real, we don't even really know\nif it's a man under the mask at all. We don't know anything about this person, or\npersons, and the YCPD is attributing dozens of crimes to them, now? It's a little\nrich--\n\n## Graham Walpole\n\nWhat it is, John, is a slap in the face of working families in this town. This guy\nis cleaning up the streets out on the island, the police should be looking to give\nhim a medal, not arrest him.\n\n## John Hornby\n\nSo you're saying you approve of vigilantism?\n\n## Graham Walpole\n\nAll I'm saying is that I think good citizens have a right to want to take back\nthis city from the junkies and the gangbangers and the scumbags. I don't know\nif that's \"vigilantism\", John, I just think I know what's right.\n\n## John Hornby\n\nEdith, you disagree?\n\n## Edith Velasquez\n\nFor all we know, this is just cops covering up police brutality by making up\nsome \"vigilante\"--\n\n## Graham Walpole \n\nIs everything just an opportunity to talk about so-called \"police brutality?\"\n\n## Edith Velasquez\n\n--and even if this "+t+" person is real, the warrant makes no sense. They're\nwanted in connection with seventeen assaults and two murders? And the two murders\nwere two unsolved, execution-style shootings in the north end of the island. I don't\nknow if the YCPD is being totally forthcoming about this.\n\n## Graham Walpole\n\nSee, this is exactly the same sort of second-guessing of police work that\nhelped create the situation in Blaise Loop.\n\n## Edith Velasquez\n\nWeren't you just criticizing the--\n\n## John Hornby\n\nThanks, both of you, that is all the time we have for this story tonight,\nbut we'll keep on it as it develops."},choices:["follow-up-penthouse"]}),S("follow-up-penthouse",{optionText:"...",content:D.asterism+"\n\nYou came out of the penthouse empty-handed and puzzled, having stumbled\non something that didn't involve you. It doesn't take long for you\nto take to the rooftops again; but now, with questions to answer.",choices:["#burning-question"]}),S("follow-up-cigarette",{canView:function(e){return e.qualities.inventory.has("cigarettes")},optionText:"...",content:D.asterism+"\n\nThe cigarettes are the only thing you've gotten from the penthouse, and\nthey are puzzling. There are only six left in the pack: Black, unmarked,\nand long. The box, too: black, with no identifying marks or text. It's\nclearly like a mass-produced pack of cigarettes; and yet, it has no brand,\nno surgeon general's warning, no barcode, no labeling of any kind. You\ndon't \n"+C("dare","clue-follow-up")+" smoke them."}),S("follow-up-phone",{canView:function(e){return e.qualities.inventory.has("lieutenantPhone")},optionText:"...",content:D.asterism+"\n\nThe phone is the only thing you've gotten from the penthouse, and it is\nfrustrating. It's locked, of course. Curiously, it's the same model as the\npile of phones you found in the townhouse on the corner of 27th street and\nCollier avenue. Before you got home wit h it, you took out the battery --\nsomeone in the YCPD might still be able to track the thing. And so it ends\nup being stashed somewhere in your room, its\n"+C("secrets","clue-follow-up")+" hidden."}),S("clue-follow-up",{content:"But there is so much else to do, so much else to look into. It doesn't take\nlong for you to take to the rooftops again. But now, with questions to\nanswer.",choices:["#burning-question"]}),S("what-is-phone",{optionText:"What's in the phone?",canView:function(e){return e.qualities.inventory.has("lieutenantPhone")&&!e.sandbox.phoneQuestion},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.phoneQuestion=!0},content:"The phone you took from the police lieutenant -- his name tag was too damaged to\nread after the shooting -- must contain some kind of lead. A text, a call record,\na photograph. Some reference to drug money, to busts that should have happened\nand didn't, to trips up a pristine penthouse in Fairbanks to talk to an old\nman whose vast wealth was mostly engaged in the pursuit of more we alth.\n\nBut you can't just turn on the phone and get at them. You'll need expert help.\nAnd from someone you can trust. So you let this question recede into the back\nof your mind -- there are other things to consider, things that you can perhaps\nsolve by yourself during some nocturnal excursion.",choices:["#burning-question"]}),S("where-power-come",{tags:["burning-question"],optionText:"Where do your powers come from?",before:function(e){return e.sandbox.burningQuestion="powers"},content:function(e){var t,n,o;return o=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"You can even fly";case"tooth":return"You can even see through walls";default:return"You can even spit venom"}}(),n=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"shadows flickering through grey skies";case"tooth":return"drowning, and plumes of coppery-tasting blood expanding in dark water";default:return"slick, scaled, iridescent bodies coiling around each other"}}(),t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return" And yet, your body seems lighter, your bones strong and hollow";case"tooth":return"A constant shiver runs along the flanks of your body, a nervous twitch sensing the world in an alien way";default:return"Your throat feels rough, acrid; ready to fill with bile at a moment's notice"}}(),"You've been too caught up in things to really stop and think about what is\nhappening to you. You can leap clear across the width of a street. You\nsomehow know how to fight. Maybe you know how to kill -- you'd rather\nnot find out. "+o+"!\n\nYour nightmares are filled with "+n+". Your\nmornings start with a gentle soreness in your bones. It's like your body\nis still changing, adapting. Sloughing off something that used to\nbe you.\n\nYour old clothes don't quite fit the same any more. You might be an inch\ntaller; you might have bulked up a bit. "+t+". You could only defer questioning\nthis new reality for so long.\n\n"+C("It all goes back to the townhouse","return-to-townhouse")+"."}}),S("who-kill-wysham",{tags:["burning-qu estion"],optionText:"Who ordered the hit on Wysham?",before:function(e){return e.sandbox.burningQuestion="who"},content:"An extremely wealthy man, and one of his cronies in the YCPD, were gunned down\nin an expensive penthouse in Fairbanks. It was a clean, professional hit. And\nwhoever is responsible, they might very well be worse than the people they're\nkilling.\n\nThe blood will inevitably spread to the streets. Stopping it means finding out\nwho's responsible. Seeing the tangle of power and money that led to the hit in the\nfirst place.\n\n"+C("Maybe you can find answers back in Fairbanks","return-to-fairbanks")+"."}),S("what-wysham-know",{tags:["burning-question"],optionText:"What did Wysham know?",before:function(e){return e.sandbox.burningQuestion="what"},content:function(e){var t,n;return n=function(){switch(e.sandbox.gender){case"male":return"Man";case"female":return"Woman";default:return""}}(),t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"Raven "+n;case"tooth":return"Shark "+n;default :return"Serpent "+n}}(),"Wysham seemed pretty confident that the "+t+" was real. That you were\nreal. What did he know? You can't ask him, now. But maybe you can look through\nwhat he left behind. Track down his killers.\n\nMaybe by pulling on that thread, you can find answers: To the question of what\nis happening to you. To the question of who really runs the drug trade in Blaise.\nTo the question of how anyone can fight off both the cops and the criminals to\nget some peace on the island.\n\n"+C("Maybe you can find answers back in Fairbanks","return-to-fairbanks")+"."}}),S("return-to-townhouse",{content:"# December 22nd\nThe townhouse where this all began still sits on the corner of 27th and Collier.\nYou're not sure how you'll get in past the security system, if it's still in\nplace; but at the very least, you can have a look from outside. See if the\nnew owner moved in after all.\n\nYou're a little wary of going back there.",choices:["#townhouse-relationship"]}),S("townhouse-relationship-avoid",{tags:[" townhouse-relationship"],optionText:"Ever since that night, you had avoided going anywhere near it.",content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.theftMotivation){case"addiction":return"constant cravings";case"illness":return"debilitating pain";default:return"crushing poverty"}}(),"Ever since that night, you had avoided going anywhere near that house. Maybe\nthere were things you did not want to know. Maybe there was a fear that\nthe house could take away its gift just as inexplicably as it had given it\nto you. Maybe it just felt like a tenuous thread of connection to an old\nlife which had quickly become distant. Going back, you might once again\nbe haunted by the "+t+" of the past.\n\nRegardless, you climb again onto the\n"+C("rooftops","drones-begin")+" in the middle of the night."}}),S("townhouse-relationship-stakeout",{tags:["townhouse-relationship"],optionText:"Ever since that night, you have kept a watchful eye on that place.",content:"Your patrols have often taken you past it, and sometimes you would linger at\nthe edge of a nearby building, watching the barred windows, daring the lights\ninside to turn on. Wondering about what other secrets it might contain.\n\nNot once did you see any activity in or around the house. A new door was\nput in place to replace the one you ruined. And after that, the house\nwaited quietly for its owner to arrive -- but they never did.\n\nRegardless, you climb again onto the\n"+C("rooftops","drones-begin")+" in the middle of the night.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.townhouseStakeout=!0}}),S("return-to-fairbanks",{content:"On your nightly patrols, you have rarely ever left the island. Fairbanks\ndoesn't really need you -- the police there actually do their jobs. The\nmainland boroughs are also covered in CCTV, which still worries you.\nMiraculously, there's still not a good photograph of you out there -- only\nimages of blurs flitting between the rooftops. You'd like to keep it\nthat way.\n\nRegardless: if you want answers, you'll have to break into the crime scene\nleft by the hit in the penthouse. And so you climb again onto the\n"+C("rooftops","drones-begin")+" in the middle of the night."}),S("drones-begin",{content:"You don't make it far, however: A cloud of "+C("drones","drones-desc")+"\nhovers overhead."}),S("drones-desc",{choices:["watch-drones"],content:function(e){var t;return t="tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?"They're very low-power, but you can still see them with your eyes closed: faint distant dots in the night sky, moving too fast to be stars.":"","They've become so normal, so fast, that it seems strange there were none of\nthem just three years ago. One rarely sees them up close; just the electrical\nwhirr of propellers overhead, joined by their blinking blue light.\n"+t+"\n\nRarely, the red light would be on, indicating that the drone is being manually\ncontrolled by some cop in a basement somewhere. Most of the time, they just\nfly in a lazy patrol pattern, face-reccing people to look for active APBs.\nMany of the residents of Blaise know t he unsettling sensation of having a\ndrone stop in mid-air, staring at them with its camera lens for a moment,\nbefore moving on: a near-miss, a case of looking a bit too much like some\nsketch artist's portrait of a perp.\n\nUp close, each drone is an odd thing: Two counter-rotating\n"+c("propellers").once().writer("props-desc")+"; a platform holding a\n"+c("camera").once().writer("camera-desc")+"; a\n"+c("cage").once().writer("cage-desc")+" surrounding the body;\nand the unmistakable mouth of its "+c("gun").once().writer("gun-desc")+"."},writers:{"props-desc":"The propellers rotate in opposite directions, so the whole thing doesn't spin\nout of control like a helicopter without a tail. They make a soft whirr that\nturns into a high whine as they approach you.","camera-desc":"Each drone is equipped with a singleton glass eye, its moving lenses hidden\nbeneath a shaded hood. Its wide-angle gaze sees much more than one would\nexpect.","cage-desc":"The most unsettling feature of the drones is the cage: A wire mesh\nshaped like a soccer ball, mounted on a gimbal so that it can spin around\nindependent of the actual body. The cage makes it so the drones can bounce\nagainst walls without losing their orientation -- they're not the most stable\nof flying machines. The cage is also wired to a high-power battery, and so\nit's effectively an electrified fence preventing tampering with the drone's\nguts inside -- though police operators are not above using it to get\n\"compliance\" from someone.","gun-desc":"Between the propellers, carefully aligned so it points through one of\nthe holes in the mesh cage, is the barrel of the gun. It's essentially\na single shotgun, though just barely long enough to hold and\nfire its ammunition. They're horribly inaccurate\nat any sort of range. Cops are only supposed\nto load these with beanbag and taser rounds -- but you always wonder."}}),S("watch-drones",{optionText:"Watch the drones.",content:"You stand at the edge of a rooftop, unable to move forward.\n\nOne of them seems to have caught you in its gaze. There are about half a dozen\nof them, circling in lazy tightening spirals around you now. The closest\none's blue light turns red -- a human operator just seized control. It jerks\nin midair, hovering towards you.\n\nYou stop, unsure about your path. Can't let them just follow you. And then\nit emits a shrill pop, the sound of its loudspeaker turning on, transmitting a\nvoice from a distant basement: \"Put your hands behind your head, get on\nthe ground, and wait for an officer to arrive.\"\n\nYou'll do nothing of the sort.",choices:["flee-drone","attack-drone"]}),S("flee-drone",{optionText:"Run away from it.",content:function(e){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"You leap off the edge of the rooftop and glide towards the next one.\nBy now, you've become used to the landscape of the air over Blaise.\nYou know there's a persistent thermal over the crossing of Grantham\nand 20th, the heated air rising up from a poorly insulated subway\nstation. If you can just make it there, you can fly too high for them.\n\nYou hear it turn to follow you, and then you hear the loud report of its\ngun. And then you feel a\n"+C("sting","drone-shock-feather")+" on your back where it strikes\nyou.\n";default:return"You leap off the edge of the rooftop, hoping you can lose it in the\nstreets. You try to avoid the street level as much as possible, but\nyou'll never lose it on the rooftops.\n\nAs you fall to street level, you hear the loud report of the drone's\ngun. And then you feel a\n"+C("sting","tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?"drone-shock-tooth":"drone-shock-skin")+"\non your back where it strikes you."}}}),S("drone-shock-feather",{content:"It's not a slug, at least -- it's the twin probes of a taser round,\npiercing your skin. The ensuing shock is like your whole back collapsing\nin on itself, all your muscles losing control at once. Somehow, it messes\nup your flight -- for a tense, terrifying moment, you're not gliding but\nfalling. You lose height fast, gracelessly skidding onto the pavement\nbel ow.\n\nYou can't take much more of this. Another one and you might lose\nconsciousness. And another drone is\n"+C("approaching","approaching-drone")+"."}),S("drone-shock-tooth",{content:"It's not a slug, at least -- it's the twin probes of a taser round,\npiercing your skin. The ensuing shock is like your whole back collapsing\nin on itself, all your muscles losing control at once. But it's also like\na horrible flash of light behind your eyes, the whole world going\nblue-white and painfully bright at once.\n\nYour ears are ringing. You're on your knees in the middle of the pavement.\nEverything hurts. You can't take much more of this. Another one and\nyou might lose consciousness. And another drone is\n"+C("approaching","approaching-drone")+"."}),S("drone-shock-skin",{content:"It's not a slug, at least -- it's the twin probes of a taser round,\npiercing your skin. The ensuing shock is like your whole back collapsing\nin on itself, all your muscles losing control at once. You find yourself\nfalling roughly t o the ground below, painfully skidding instead of rolling.\n\nYou're on your knees in the middle of the pavement. You can't take much more\nof this. Another one and you might lose consciousness. And another drone is\n"+C("approaching","approaching-drone")+"."}),S("attack-drone",{optionText:"Smash it.",content:function(e){var t,n;return t="It's close enough now that you can lunge at it. You grab the cage,\nhoping to throw it off its balance; instead, you just feel a sudden jolt of\nelectricity pass through your hands and into your body. Your chest tenses\nup suddenly.",n="Another drone is "+C("approaching","approaching-drone")+".","tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?t+"\nAnd then your vision goes blank, a flash of blinding white-blue swallowing\nthe world. Your ears are ringing, and you're barely aware that you're\nfalling.\n\nYou come to your senses a moment later, though you're prostrate on the\npavement below, feeling the pain of a two-story fall, though nothing\nimportant seems to be broken.\n\n"+n:t+"\nYou lose y our balance, and roll awkwardly into the empty space over\nthe edge of the roof. You can just barely stick the landing, two\nstories below on the pavement, without breaking something important.\n\n"+n}}),S("approaching-drone",{content:"Fight-or-flight instinct has you on your feet and ready to run, but this\ndrone is different. It's a tiny black quadcopter, quiet and dark -- its\nwarning lights illegally ripped out, it flies far below the legal floor\nfor civilian drones.\n\nInstead of a gun, it carries a tiny screen, probably taken from a cheap\ncell phone. The device seems to nod at you as the screen flickers on.\nYou dimly recognize the face on it, the clip from an old movie:\n\"Come with me if you want to live,\" it says, through tinny cell phone\nspeakers.\n\nThe police drones are circling overhead. You're running out of choices.",choices:["follow-drone"]}),S("follow-drone",{optionText:"Follow the clandestine drone.",content:"It leads you through the empty dark streets, around a corner and into an\nalle y. Through a silent construction site covered with dirty tarps.\nOver chickenwire fences into backyards guarded by geriatric Rottweilers.\nSomehow, the circuitous route actually loses the police tail.\n\nIt leads you into the "+C("backdoor","vic-shop")+" of a small shop.\nSomeone inside buzzes you in." }),S("vic-shop",{choices:["vic-say-hi","vic-say-nothing"],content:function(){var e,t;return t=I("packed with product. Your eyes take a moment to "+c("resolve").replacer("product-desc-1")+" their contents in the dim light.").id("product-desc-1"),e=I("three "+c("monitors").once().inserter("monitor-desc-1")+" arrayed side to side.").id("monitor-desc-1"),"\"Wow. I didn't think you'd actually come.\"\n\nThis is the storeroom in the back of a small shop. Cheap plastic shelving\ncramps the small room even more tightly, "+t+"\n\nThe person talking to you is sitting directly across the small storeroom,\nat a desk pushed against a naked concrete wall. Their body is silhouetted\nagainst the grey glare of "+e+"\n\n\"I'm "+c("Vic").once().writer("vic-desc")+'."'},writers:{"product-desc-1":"packed with product: cardboard boxes filled with laptops and phones,\nshrink-wrapped used motherboards, piles of cables. One shelf holds a\nrow of antediluvian beige boxes, a thick layer of dust covering the\narc of their CRTs.","monit or-desc-1":" One of them displays a fisheye view of the room itself, no doubt from the small drone that led you here.","vic-desc":""}}),S("vic-say-hi",{optionText:"Say hi.",content:"\"Hi?\"\n\nYou immediately shrink a little, feeling awkward. You're not used to\nhaving a conversation when dressed like this -- usually it's more like\nmonologuing to someone terrified. You wonder if you should have\ndropped your voice a bit.",after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("vic-conversation-begin")}}),S("vic-say-nothing", {optionText:"Say nothing.",content:"You let them do the talking.",after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("vic-conversation-begin")}}),S("vic-conversation-begin",{content:function(e){var t,n,o;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":return"shark";case"feather":return"raven";default:return"cobra"}}(),o="male"===e.sandbox.gender||"male_presenting"===e.sandbox.gender?" man":"female"===e.sandbox.gender||"female_presenting"===e.sandbox.gender?" woman":"",n="male_presenting"===e.sandbox.gender||"female_presenting"===e.sandbox.gender?""+t.cap()+o+". You let that pass for a moment.":"You're not quite comfortable being called that. But you nod all the same.","\"So you're the "+t+o+', huh?"\n\n'+n},after:function(e,t){if(e.sandbox.brutality>2)return t.doLink("vic-conversation-brutality-exchange");switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return t.doLink("vic-conversation-feather-exchange");case"tooth":return t.doLink("vic-conversation-tooth-exchange");default:return t.doLink("vic-conversation-skin-exchange") }}}),S("vic-conversation-feather-exchange",{content:'"So, can you actually fly?"\n\nThe question fazes you for a moment.',choices:["vic-show-flight","vic-say-yes-flight"]}),S("vic-show-flight",{choices:["#drone-problem"],optionText:"Show it.",content:'You sigh a little, but you do hover about a foot off the ground of the storeroom.\n\n"Nice. How do you do it?"\n\nYou come back to earth, and shrug. "I just can."\n\n"Some people I know online are convinced you have some kind of jetpack or glider\nthing hidden in the costume."\n\n"It\'s not like that."\n\n"No. I didn\'t think so." Vic smiles a little, beneath the brim of the\nmesh cap. "So you need help with your drone problem."'}),S("vic-say-yes-flight",{choices:["#drone-problem"],optionText:"Say yes.",content:'"Yeah, I can." You\'re not sure this conversation is the best idea.\n\n"Cool. Do you have like a jetpack hidden underneath the cape?"\n\n"It\'s not like that."\n\n"So you just..."\n\n"I just can."\n\n"Cool."\n\nThere\'s a bit of a pause.\n\n"So you need help with your drone problem," they say.'}),S("vic-conversation-tooth-exchange",{content:'"So, can you actually see through walls?"\n\nThe question fazes you for a moment.',choices:["vic-explain-electrosense","vic-say-yes-walls"]}),S("vic-explain-electrosense",{choices:["#drone-problem"],optionText:"Explain things.",content:'This is the first time someone has asked. And you can\'t help but explain away.\n\n"It\'s more like I can see electricity. If I close my eyes, I can feel it,\neven through walls."\n\n"So you can\'t see people?"\n\n"I can. People\'s bodies are just electric enough for me to see. Plus, most people\nhave a phone in their pocket anyway."\n\n"Cool. So you need help with your drone problem."'}),S("vic-say-yes-walls",{choices:["#drone-problem"],optionText:"Just say yes.",content:'You sigh a little under your breath. "Yeah, I can see through walls."\n\n"You have a thermal camera or something hidden in the suit?"\n\n"It\'s not like that. I just... can."\n\n"Cool." Vic seems to smile a little, lo oking up at you from their chair.\n"So you need help with your drone problem."'}),S("vic-conversation-skin-exchange",{content:'"So, can you actually spit venom?"\n\nThe question fazes you for a moment.',choices:["vic-say-yes-venom"]}),S("vic-say-yes-venom",{choices:["#drone-problem"],optionText:"Answer the question.",content:'"Yeah," you answer. There\'s something disarming about them.\n\n"Cool. Can you show me?"\n\n"I don\'t think that would be a great idea."\n\nThey don\'t push the issue. "So you need help with your drone problem."'}),S("vic-conversation-brutality-exchange",{content:"\"I see you've been knocking a lot of heads around town.\"\n\nYou're not quite sure they approve.",choices:["vic-conversation-yes-brutality","vic-conversation-no-brutality"]}),S("vic-conversation-yes-brutality",{optionText:"Is that a problem?",content:'"Is that a problem?"\n\n"Only if you don\'t want people to be terrified."\n\nYou\'re not quite sure you do.\n\nThey shrug. "I can help you out with your drone problem."',choices :["#drone-problem"]}),S("vic-conversation-no-brutality",{optionText:"I'm trying to tone it down.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.brutality--},content:'"I\'m trying to be more careful."\n\n"Not like there\'s a handbook for this stuff."\n\nThey shrug, sizing up your sincerity for a moment. "I can help you out with\nyour drone problem."',choices:["#drone-problem"]}),S("yes-drone-problem",{tags:["drone-problem"],optionText:"You need help.",content:'It\'s a statement, not a question. The police drones almost ate you alive\nout there.\n\n"If you think this was bad, wait until the pigs realize one tasing didn\'t stop\nyou and start loading slugs into the thing."\n\n"You saw that?"\n\n"I\'ve been keeping tabs on you when I can. You know, with the quad. It\'s\nbeen really... special."\n\n"That\'s one way of putting it."\n\n"I was trying to think of a polite way to ask if I could put the footage\non the internet. You should get a Vine."\n\n"Can you help me or not?"\n\nThey suck on their teeth, '+C("sizing you up", "drone-avoidance-scheme")+"."}),S("no-drone-problem",{tags:["drone-problem"],optionText:"You can deal with it yourself.",content:'"I can handle them."\n\n"Yeah, you were really kicking ass out there tonight. Really stellar stuff."\n\nYour suit is a little scuffed from tumbling onto the pavement, and your body\nis still strangely sore from the tasing.\n\n"Fine. Can you help me or not?"\n\nThey smile and '+C("nod","drone-avoidance-scheme")+"."}),S("drone-avoidance-scheme",{content:'"The cop drones are pretty stupid. You just have to make sure they can\'t\nspot you. Look at this."\n\nOn the computer, Vic opens an image of a random-looking geometric pattern.\nIt looks like the similar pattern covering their clothing.\n\n"That\'s a dazzle pattern. World War One naval camouflage. Turns out machine\nvision algos choke hard on it."\n\n"So if I wear something like that, the drones won\'t be able to tell it\'s me?"\n\n"More like they can\'t tell there\'s a person there. They all rely on edge-detect\nto work -- they ca n\'t understand what they\'re looking at if it\'s just a confusing\nmess of edges."\n\n"I was thinking more like -- you could hack them, or something."\n\nThey snort. "What the hell does that even mean?"\n\nYou '+C("shrug","drone-avoidance-scheme-continue")+"."}),S("drone-avoidance-scheme-continue",{content:'"So I just paint that on my suit?"\n\n"Something like that. Use stencils, so you get really crisp lines. And\nyou use different types of paint. They all reflect light differently,\nso it messes up the laser rangefinding. So the machine only sees a\ncloud of noise."\n\n"Doesn\'t that make me easier to \n'+C("find","drone-avoidance-scheme-find")+'?"'}),S("drone-avoidance-scheme-find",{content:"\"Machine vision isn't really, like, a solved problem. The algorithms just see\npeople, buildings, and cars. Everything else is just noise. So\nit's not like they can tell the algo to look for random noise, unless\nthey want the drones trying to arrest every cloud of smoke and TV\nantenna in the city.\"\n\nYou're not so sure why you're listening to this.\n\n\"Just give it a try. Here -- \" their hand proffers a\n"+C("piece of paper","drone-avoidance-paper")+"."}),S("drone-avoidance-paper",{content:"Scrawled on the paper is a nondescript web address, and two strings of seemingly random\ncharacters.\n\n\"I figure you're not ready to give me your Twitter name or something. That\naddress points to a mail server I run -- just log in and we can talk. I'll\nsend over the patterns and instructions.\"\n\nYou clutch the paper in one hand, unsure of how to respond.",choices:["drone-avoidance-why"]}),S("drone-avoidance-why",{optionText:"Why are they helping you?",content:'"Why are you doing this?"\n\n"I like associating with wanted criminals, plus it\'s a fun craft project."\n\n"Seriously."\n\n"Seriously? I just gotta respect someone who is actually out there doing\nsomething about the world, even if it\'s weird as hell. I was afraid you\nwere some rich asshole who likes to punch drug dealers for sport, but\nfrom the look of that s uit, I figure that isn\'t you."\n\n"No."\n\n"Anyway, when I saw that the cops wanted to pin two murders on you, I\nfigured they\'d start using the drones to hunt you down pretty soon. Those\ntwo shootings weren\'t you, right?"\n\n"No."\n\n"Yeah, figures. Probably the police covering for someone else. Fuckers."\nThey breathe in sharply, searching the air for something to say. "I think\nwe can help each other figure some stuff out."',choices:["drone-avoidance-not-game","drone-avoidance-can-help"]}),S("drone-avoidance-not-game",{optionText:"This isn't some kind of game.",content:'"This isn\'t a game. You could get hurt."\n\n"Don\'t give me that. I\'m not the one parkouring my way into fights with\narmed gangs. It\'s not like I can\'t just get shot by someone who\nwants to steal a box of wifi routers to buy heroin every day, anyway."\n\n"It\'s not the same."\n\n"No, it isn\'t. But I still want to help. Think of it as making up for all\nthe years I spent rage-tweeting and selling off-contract phones with a\nridic ulous markup instead of putting IEDs on squad cars."\n\n"I hope you\'re '+C("joking","drone-avoidance-joking")+'."'}),S("drone-avoidance-joking",{content:'"Listen, I just think you\'re not punching quite the right people. But I\nfigure you\'re really just working your way up from the bottom."\n\n"You want me to go after cops."\n\nSardonically: "I\'m not really sure who you should be punching, just that they probably\nlive in a better zip code than this."\n\nCoolly: "Thanks for the input."\n\n"Let me know if you need anything else, anyway. I\'ll be here."\n\nAs they turn back to their computer, you\n'+C("turn to leave","drone-avoidance-leave")+"."}),S("drone-avoidance-can-help",{optionText:"You could use their help.",content:'"What can you do, exactly?"\n\n"Well, I know some stuff. And I know some people. And I know this city.\nYou\'re not from around here, are you?"\n\nYou don\'t respond to that.\n\n"Most people from this neighborhood wouldn\'t really think they can fix\nthis city by doing what you\'re doing . They know better. You don\'t, and\nthat\'s what makes you important. Makes you dangerous."\n\nYou\'re not sure you enjoy the idea of being dangerous.\n\n"And what do you want from me?"\n\n"I just want to see how much change you can force with your fists, really."\n\nYou consider that for a moment. And as they turn back to the computer,\nyou '+C("turn to leave","drone-avoidance-leave")+"."}),h={},h.adjectives=["Red","Night","Dark","Crimson","Silver","White","Blue","War","Pale","Grim","Moon"],h.featherNouns=["Raven","Crow","Pinion","Feather","Watcher","Owl","Wind","Bird","Wing","Raptor"],h.toothNouns=["Hammer","Tooth","Bullet","Head","Shark","Wave","Thunder","Shock","Hunter"],h.skinNouns=["Cobra","Serpent","Fang","Scale","Venom","Stalker","Quiet"],S("drone-avoidance-leave",{prefixes:[],suffixes:[],suffixCycler:function(){return this.suffixes=this.suffixes.slice(1).concat(this.suffixes[0]),c(this.suffixes[0]).replacer("name-suffix-replacer").id("name-suffix-replacer")},prefixCycler:function(){return this.pref ixes=this.prefixes.slice(1).concat(this.prefixes[0]),c(this.prefixes[0]).replacer("name-prefix-replacer").id("name-prefix-replacer")},before:function(e){return this.prefixes=h.adjectives,this.suffixes=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return h.featherNouns;case"tooth":return h.toothNouns;default:return h.skinNouns}}()},content:function(){return'And as you step away, you hear Vic ask one last question: "Hey, what do\nI call you, anyway?"\n\nYou think on that for a second. You\'ve had some thoughts.\n\n"'+this.prefixCycler()+" "+this.suffixCycler()+'", you\n'+c("reply")["class"]("segue").action("set-choice")+"."},writers:{"name-suffix-replacer":function(){return""+this.suffixCycler()},"name-prefix-replacer":function(){return""+this.prefixCycler()}},actions:{"set-choice":function(e,t){return e.sandbox.superheroName=this.prefixes[0]+" "+this.suffixes[0],t.doLink("drone-avoidance-confirm-name")}}}),S("drone-avoidance-confirm-name",{content:function(e){return'Vic sucks on their teeth, considering t he name.\n\n"'+e.sandbox.superheroName+", huh? Cool. Don't be a stranger, now.\"\n\nYou step outside into the cold night, scanning the skies warily for drones."},choices:["return-to-investigation"]}),S("return-to-investigation",{optionText:"...",content:function(e){return"# January 2nd\n\nWhile you get the materials to set up Vic's solution, the holidays come and go.\nIt's strange -- it's like the parties are going on in some distant world while\nyou're buying spray paints and cutting stencils.\n\nYou make a few adjustments to the suit. You buy colors that go with the name.\nThe "+e.sandbox.superheroName+" -- Vic must have planted the idea\nsomewhere, since social media picked up on it. Pretty soon, the gossip blogs\nare following suit."},choices:["#name-reflective"]}),S("name-silly",{tags:["name-reflective"],optionText:"It's pretty silly.",content:"Maybe you wanted to be a symbol. Maybe you just felt like the name softened\nup the reality of what you were doing. Maybe it just goes with the suit.",after:func tion(e,t){return t.doLink("choose-investigation")}}),S("name-useful",{tags:["name-reflective"],optionText:"At least everyone agrees on what to call you.",content:"All the different nicknames were getting jarring. At least now you know when\nyou're being talked about.",after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("choose-investigation")}}),S("name-proud",{tags:["name-reflective"],optionText:"You're happy about it.",content:"You can't help but feel like you have an impact. Like you're part of the\nlandscape, now.",after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("choose-investigation")}}),S("choose-investigation",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.burningQuestion){case"power":return"You still haven't answered your questions about your strange powers. The townhouse might have answers.";case"who":return"You still haven't found anything about who killed Wysham. 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"+t},choices:["#investigation"]}),S("investigation-townhouse-begin",{tags:["investigation"],canView:function(e){return!e.sandbox.townhouseInvestigated},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.townhouseInvestigated=!0},optionText:"Return to the townhouse.",content:function(e){var t,n;return n=e.sandbox.lateTownhouse?"townhouse-late-silhouettes":"townhouse-silhouettes",t=e.sandbox.townhouseStakeout?"In the time since your first, fateful visit to this place, you've seen the\nmysterious townhouse become a hub of activity. Nobody actually moved in,\nbut many people had keys -- they would use it as a meeting place, or perhaps\nas a safehouse. Faces of all kinds and colors, that you recognized from corners\nand squad cars alike.":"The block around the townhouse had been a no-go zone for you, ever since that\nnight. You didn't want to go back -- fear of being caught, perhaps. Or fear\nof what you might find out.",t+"\n\nWhen you arrive on the rooftop opposite to the house, you find it lit up,\nregardless of the late hour. Through the large, barred bay window on the\nfirst floor, you see the dark "+C("silhouettes",n)+"\nof three men inside."}}),S("townhouse-silhouettes",{content:"You hang your body upside down from the darkened sill of a closed window on\nthe house's second story. Unseen, you watch the activity inside. The living\nroom hasn't changed much at all: Still sparsely furnished, like its furniture\nwas put in place to awe, not to live. Everything is equally expensive and\nuntouched.\n\nThe men inside seem at odds with their surroundings. Two of them have the\nunmistakeable out-of-place look of\n"+I(c("off-duty cops").once().inserter("off-duty-cops").toString()).id("off-duty-cop s")+".\nThe "+c("third one").once().inserter("third-one")+" is tall and wide at the\nshoulders, with windswept hair and winter-pale skin; he wears a fur-lined\n"+I("coat").id("third-one")+".\n\nTheir \n"+C("voices","townhouse-voices")+"\nreach you through a stone-sized hole in the corner of a window\npane, most likely courtesy of a local kid.",writers:{"off-duty-cops":", stocky bodies warding off the chill in bomber jackets","third-one":", looking very much like he walked out of a bad gangster movie"}}),S("townhouse-late-silhouettes",{content:"You hang your body upside down from the darkened sill of a second-story\nwindow. Unseen, you watch the activity inside. The living room hasn't\nchanged much at all: Still sparsely furnished, like its furniture was\nput in place to awe, not to live. Everything is equal parts expensive\nand untouched.\n\nThe men inside seem at odds with their surroundings. One has the youthful face of\na player you recognize from the corners. Another looks like he's moved\non up from tha t already, but still flies his gang colors out of habit,\nin a bomber jacket and skewed baseball cap. The third one is tall and\nwide at the shoulders, with windswept hair and winter-pale skin, dressed\nin a preposterous fur-lined coat.\n\nTheir \n"+C("voices","townhouse-late-voices")+"\nreach you through a stone-sized hole in the corner of a window\npane, most likely courtesy of a local kid."}),S("townhouse-late-voices",{content:'"...and you know the police haven\'t let up at all," says the one\nin the bomber jacket.\n\n"Who said they were going to?"\n\n"I thought you and Mr Wysham had them on the take."\n\n"Just because the pigs are on our payroll doesn\'t mean it\'s for\nyour benefit. You have your connection to buy guns, right?"\n\n"Russian guy, yeah."\n\n"Then you shouldn\'t have any trouble with cops."\n\nThe man in the bomber jacket '+C("exhales","townhouse-late-exhales")+",\nlooking for the right phrasing."}),S("townhouse-late-exhales",{content:'"I don\'t know, Bear. They like to roll up on my boys w hen they\'re alone."\n\n"Then make sure they always have a piece on them. It\'s not complicated."\n\n"You\'re telling us to start shooting cops."\n\n"I\'m giving you the tools to start shooting cops." As if to illustrate,\n"Bear" takes a fat roll of bills from his jacket and offers it. The\none in the bomber jacket '+C("takes","townhouse-late-takes")+"\nit, sheepishly.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.bearNameKnown=!0}}),S("townhouse-late-takes",{content:'Bear nods approvingly. "You still have the phone?"\n\nThe other two men show him their phones: Identical, and the same model as\nthe ones in the box you took from this place.\n\n"Great. There\'s a couple of new SIM cards with the money."\n\nHe punctuates the sentence by lighting a cigarette -- a signal for\nthe other two men to '+C("leave","townhouse-late-leave")+"."}),S("townhouse-late-leave",{content:"Bear is a deliberate smoker, pinching the cigarette with thumb and\nforefinger, holding it away from his face and taking small drags.\nYou get the impres sion that he doesn't actually *enjoy* smoking\nat all; that the smell of tobacco makes him nauseous, but he\nstill can't quit.\n\nAnd when he finishes, he crushes the cigarette under an expensive\nshoe, and turns his body to stare straight at\n"+C("you","townhouse-you")+"."}),S("townhouse-voices",{content:'"...because we weren\'t sure you was gonna show," says the taller of the\ntwo cops. His companion seems content to let him do the talking.\n\n"Yeah? Why is that?"\n\nThe man in the fur coat speaks pointedly, tone rising at the edge of his\nsentences. It\'s like his every line is prodding for some inconsistency.\n\n"Well we, uh, we hear things. You know, about Mr Wysham."\n\n"You hear things, huh? Things like what?"\n\n"We heard he was dead."\n\nThe silent cop immediately regrets what his partner just said, flinching\nas Fur Coat\'s eyes '+C("sharpen","townhouse-sharpen")+" suddenly."}),S("townhouse-sharpen",{content:'"Maybe you ought to focus on doing your jobs instead of trying to understand\nshit that\'s way over your pay grade. The boss is fine."\n\n"It\'s just that, with what happened to the lieutenant..."\n\n"Congratulations on your promotion, by the way."\n\nThe cop falls silent for a moment, suppressing some vestigial shame. Fur Coat\ntakes that as an opportunity to keep going.\n\n"You want to do as well as the old lieutenant did, you do your job and keep\nyour mouth shut. You\'re not paid to understand shit. Are we clear?"\n\n"Yeah. Sorry."\n\nWithout a word, he opens a metal box on the hardwood table next to the window,\ncounting off a wad of bills to hand each one of them. To the talkative one,\nhe also offers a '+I(c("phone").once().inserter("phone-g-desc").toString()).id("phone-g-desc")+'.\n\n"From here on out, we only talk through this. Understood?"\n\n"Yeah."\n\n"You better."\n\nHe lets them '+C("scurry","townhouse-scurry")+" back to their car outside.",writers:{"phone-g-desc":", just like the ones you took from this house"}}),S("townhouse-scurry",{content:"The man in the fur coat watches the co ps go, then rubs his temples and sniffs\nthe air in irritation. If the broken window lets in cold air, he doesn't seem\nbothered. He lights a cigarette. He smokes in short, sharp drags -- like\na longtime smoker who suddenly found he despised the scent of tobacco.\n\nWhen he finishes, he crushes the cigarette under an expensive shoe, and\nturns his head to stare straight at "+C("you","townhouse-you")+"."}),S("townhouse-you",{content:"\"You can come out of the shadows now.\"\n\nThere's no doubt he's addressing you. You nearly lose your balance and fall on\nyour head.",choices:["townhouse-run","townhouse-confront"]}),S("townhouse-run",{optionText:"Run away.",content:"Spooked, you hoist your body up and disappear into the night. He doesn't\nfollow; you just hear his hoarse laughter echoing softly behind\nyou for a moment.",choices:["townhouse-follow-up"]}),S("townhouse-confront",{optionText:"Confront him.",content:function(e){return'Defiantly, you swing down and stand in front of the window. The streets are\nem pty; you stare at each other across the dirty glass, his image blurred\nby the frost accumulating on the window.\n\n"Are you going to come in?"\n\nYou shake your head.\n\n"Suit yourself. So this is what the '+e.sandbox.superheroName+' looks\nlike up close, huh? Funny."'},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.talkedToBear=!0},choices:["townhouse-ask-want","townhouse-say-nothing"]}),S("townhouse-ask-want",{optionText:"What does he want?",content:function(e){var t,n;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.gender){case"male":return"big guy";case"female":return"miss";default:return"friend"}}(),n=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":return"shark's tooth";case"feather":return"bundle of feathers";default:return"band of snakeskin"}}(),'"What do you want?"\n\n"I just wanna talk, '+t+'."\n\n"So talk."\n\n"You have something that doesn\'t belong to you."\n\nOf course, whoever he is, he\'s somehow related to the small box of curios that\nyou found in this house. To the '+n+" that you still have. But\nit's still a li ttle shocking to hear."},choices:["#townhouse-initial-questions"]}),S("townhouse-say-nothing",{optionText:"Say nothing.",content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":return"shark's tooth";case"feather":return"bundle of feathers";default:return"band of snakeskin"}}(),"The man inside straightens his body inside the expensive coat and\ncracks a minute smile -- or perhaps it's just a trick of the light\non the foggy glass.\n\n\"You have something that doesn't belong to you.\"\n\nOf course, whoever he is, he's somehow related to the small box of curios\nthat you found in this house. To the "+t+" that you still have. But it's\nstill a little shocking to hear."},choices:["#townhouse-initial-questions"]}),S("townhouse-who-is-he",{optionText:"Who is he?",tags:["townhouse-initial-questions"],content:'"Who are you?"\n\nYou\'re surprised to find that your question comes out infused with genuine\ncuriosity. Who *is* he?\n\n"I could ask you the same thing. In my line of work, we don\' t do real\nnames. You can call me Bear."\n\nHis affect is cheerful. His accent is the calculatedly generic dialect\nof men who have discarded their histories. His frame isn\'t quite\nwide enough to merit the nickname.\n\n"I wanna make you a '+C("proposition","townhouse-proposition")+'," he continues.',after:function(e){return e.sandbox.bearNameKnown=!0}}),S("townhouse-what-he-do",{optionText:"What's he going to do about it?",tags:["townhouse-initial-questions"],content:"You rise to a defiant tone: \"What are you gonna do about it?\"\n\nHis face doesn't move. He's cheerful, almost.\n\n\"I'm gonna make you a "+C("proposition","townhouse-proposition")+'."'}),S("townhouse-proposition",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"tooth":return"tooth";case"feather":return"feathers";default:return"bracelet"}}(),'"You give the '+t+" back to us, and we'll give you enough cash to\nleave town and forget this ever happened. Then you never talk about it\nto anyone.\"\n\nHe touches a finger to the bridge of his nose, pushing up an invisible\npair of glasses -- an ingrained habit that's no longer relevant,\nperhaps."},choices:["townhouse-proposition-why","townhouse-proposition-no"]}),S("townhouse-proposition-why",{optionText:"Why?",content:'"Why would you do that?"\n\n"Because given the way you\'ve been carrying on, I think it would\nbe cheaper to just pay you off. And my employer seems to agree.\nSo how much does it cost, to get you off the streets?"',choices:["townhouse-proposition-no"]}),S("townhouse-proposition-no",{optionText:"No.",content:function(e){return'"No."\n\n"Suit yourself," says\n'+(e.sandbox.bearNameKnown?"Bear":"the man in the expensive coat")+'.\n"You know that ends with your body in the Fairbanks harbor, right?"\n\nYou just stare at him, from behind the mask. Trying to remember his features.\n\n"Great. Now go. Before I shoot you right there."\n\nYou consider smashing into the townhouse, kicking down the door. But then you\nremember the silent alarm. And you don\'t doubt that he is armed -- and if he\'s\npreparing to deal with you, probably armed with something nasty and high-caliber.\n\n'+("feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"In an instant, you're airborne, flying away from the scene. You'll have to deal with him at some other time.":"You grab the burglar bars on the bay window and hoist your whole body onto the townhouse's roof. 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Which by extension suggests Wysham owns the townhouse -- and you stole the "+r+" from him.":"And strangest of all, he's working for a someone named Wysham -- probably the same Wysham you saw gunned down at a penthouse in Fairbanks not too long ago. And he claims Wysham is still alive!",o=e.sandbox.lateTownhouse?"There's just about an inkling of a coherent tale here, along with what you saw at the penthouse.":"You need to know more. The penthouse -- Wysham's home might have another lead.",D.asterism+"\n\nWhen you return home, you quickly review what you know.\n"+t+" has been using the townhouse as a meeting place, or a \nsafehouse of some sort.\n"+n+"\n"+i+"\n\n"+o+"\nYou run those disparate facts together in your head for a while, until\nsleep overtakes them."},choices:["post-townhouse-router"]}),S("post-townhouse-router",{optionText:"...",after:function(e,t){return e.sandbo x.townhouseDone=!0,e.sandbox.lateTownhouse?t.doLink("second-world-event"):t.doLink("first-world-event")}}),S("penthouse-early-version",{optionText:"Return to the crime scene at the penthouse.",tags:["investigation"],canView:function(e){return!e.sandbox.latePenthouse&&!e.sandbox.penthouseInvestigated},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.penthouseInvestigated=!0},content:function(e){var t;return t="feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"After a quiet flight, you alight next to that absurd rooftop swimming pool.":"At the end of a long climb, you swing over a railing to find yourself next to that absurd rooftop swimming pool.",t+" It still steams the air, the heaters still\nrunning, though the water has taken on a grimy green tinge. The cops\nhave been through this place, but the mess left behind by the hit\nstill lingers.\n\nEvery surface exposed to the open air is being slowly eroded of dirty\nsnow by the cold midnight wind. The sliding door leading into the\npenthouse is ajar, leaving a trail of careless frost, melting into an\nacidic puddle on the heated floor\n"+C("inside","penthouse-early-inside")+"."}}),S("penthouse-late-version",{optionText:"Return to the penthouse to investigate it.",tags:["investigation"],canView:function(e){return e.sandbox.latePenthouse&&!e.sandbox.penthouseInvestigatedLate},after:function(e){ return e.sandbox.penthouseInvestigatedLate=!0},content:function(e){var t;return t="feather"===e.sandbox.fetish?"After a quiet flight, you alight next to that absurd rooftop swimming pool.":"At the end of a long climb, you swing over a railing to find yourself next to that absurd rooftop swimming pool.",t+" In the weeks since, however, it has been drained and covered\nwith a tough vinyl tarp. Without the light covering of snow, the rooftop\nseems to match the almost brutalist interiors of the apartment much better.\nThe sliding door leading into the penthouse remains unlocked -- after all,\nwho could "+C("break in","penthouse-early-inside")+" through the roof?"},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.latePenthouse=!0}}),S("penthouse-early-inside",{viewedDescs:{corridor:!1,dining:!1,kitchen:!1},allDescs:function(){return this.viewedDescs.corridor&&this.viewedDescs.dining&&this.viewedDescs.kitchen},content:"The penthouse is not actually that big. A wide \n"+c("corridor").once().writer("corridor-desc")+" joins the\n "+c("dining room").once().writer("dining-desc")+",\nthe outdoor pool area, and the foyer that faces the elevator.",writers:{"corridor-desc":function(e){var t,n,o;return n=e.sandbox.latePenthouse?"penthouse-late-foyer":"penthouse-early-foyer",t=e.sandbox.latePenthouse?"The door leading to the foyer was once made of dark frosted glass; but\nit is now a cloud of jagged shards on the floor, matched by cracks and bullet\nholes on the insulating glass near it.":"The door leading to the foyer has been ripped out, perhaps because it was\ndestroyed by the shooting.",this.viewedDescs.corridor=!0,o="On one side, the corridor is a line of glass panes that, in the daytime, would\nface the southern winter sun. On the other, it is load-bearing naked concrete\nwall. ",this.allDescs()?o+"\n\nYou move on to the "+C("foyer",n)+".":o},"dining-desc":function(){return this.viewedDescs.dining=!0,"The dining room is an eerie cube of concrete, with glass on one side.\nThe only furniture is a dining set -- six chairs and one long tab le --\nwith contours taken directly from Versailles, but cast in nigh-invisible\nclear polypropylene, plastic ghosts of shapes from another century.\nA "+c("kitchen").once().writer("kitchen-desc")+" is accessible through\na narrow passage."},"kitchen-desc":function(e){var t,n,o;return t=e.sandbox.latePenthouse?"penthouse-late-foyer":"penthouse-early-foyer",this.viewedDescs.kitchen=!0,n=e.sandbox.latePenthouse?"":", and a mug of long-dried sludge that was once tea",o="The kitchen has the space to accommodate a catering crew, but is equipped\nfor one lonely man. The stove is preposterously expensive, polished\nwith the factory sheen of unused things. The fridge could hold a\nbanquet, but you find it empty except for bottled water. The scrupulously\nclean counter holds only an electric kettle"+n+".",this.allDescs()?o+"\n\nYou move on to the "+C("foyer",t)+".":o}}}),S("penthouse-early-foyer",{content:"You recognize the familiar scene at the foyer, though the blood has been mopped\nup, and the bodies taken away. "+c("Bullet holes").once().writer("bullet-holes")+"\nriddle the walls in one jagged line. The "+c("outlines").once().writer("outlines-desc")+"\nof the bodies have been left behind on the floor. The narrow\n"+c("staircase").once().writer("staircase-desc")+" still\nclimbs onto the upper floor.",choices:["penthouse-early-upper"],writers:{"bullet-holes":"The concrete wall is pitted, and the furniture has been shredded. Until\nall this madness began, your experience with guns had blessedly confined\nitself to movies and video games. Some accumulation of pop-culture noise\nin your head suggests that this was done with submachine guns.","outlines-desc":"Blue tape marks where the bodies fell, peeling off the heated hardwood\nfloor. You can discern no pattern or clue from this at all -- but you\nfrown when you realize that there are only three: two bodyguards and a\npolice lieutenant.","staircase-desc":"The stairs are spiraling steel and dark hardwood, some of the steps chipped\nby gunfire. They're narrow and steep - - not the sort of living space a\nman as elderly as Wysham should be comfortable with, you note."}}),S("penthouse-late-foyer",{content:"The foyer, damaged beyond recognition in the attack, has been stripped of furnishings,\nseemingly in preparation for a renovation. The bullet holes in the walls have been\nfilled with new concrete. Only the spiraling\n"+C("staircase","penthouse-late-upper")+", leading up to the\nmezzanine level, remains."}),S("penthouse-early-upper",{optionText:"Move on to the top floor.",content:"You climb the staircase, instinctively wary of its spindly lightness. The top floor is a\nmezzanine that looks down on the foyer below, with doors leading into the\nupstairs rooms. Compared to the chaos beneath it, the upper floor looks\nundisturbed, a thin layer of dry dust accumulating here and there.",choices:["#early-upper"]}),S("penthouse-late-upper",{content:"As you climb the staircase, you realize that for all this time the upper floor\nhas been mostly undisturbed, left as-is, perhaps awaiti ng the end of the renovation.\nA thin layer of dust accumulates here and there.",choices:["#early-upper"]}),S("penthouse-bedroom",{choices:["#early-upper"],tags:["early-upper"],optionText:"Examine the bedroom.",canView:function(e){return!e.sandbox.bedroomViewed},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.bedroomViewed=!0},content:"Wysham's room, presumably -- a suite that seems oddly empty, with only a\nspartan bed occupying space in it. It attaches to a spacious bathroom\n(clean and containing nothing of interest) and an oversized\n"+c("walk-in closet").once().writer("closet-desc")+".",writers:{"closet-desc":function(e){var t;return t=e.sandbox.latePenthouse?"You note a sizable gap in the clothes -- the owner must be living somewhere else while the place is renovated.":"","Wysham definitely lived here -- the walk-in closet is full of carefully\nlaid out clothes, all of it expensive, old-fashioned, and sized for a\nman with his frame. "+t}}}),S("penthouse-spare-room",{choices:["#early-upper"],tags:["early-upper"],op tionText:"Examine the spare room.",canView:function(e){return!e.sandbox.spareRoomViewed},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.spareRoomViewed=!0},content:"One of the upstairs rooms is a suite, probably meant as a guest room, though\nit is completely bare except for bathroom fixtures. The floor, free of scuffs\nand scratches, suggests that no furniture was ever brought in."}),S("late-penthouse-office",{tags:["early-upper"],optionText:"Examine the office.",canView:function(e){return e.sandbox.latePenthouse&&!e.sandbox.officeViewedLate},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.officeViewedLate=!0},content:"The office must have been the real center of activity in the apartment. Unlike\nevery other room, it looks lived-in -- deep scratches on the hardwood floor\nfrom a spindly office chair, a small gouge on the wall where the doorknob\nhabitually hits it. The walls are covered with bookshelves, though their\ncontents seem to have been removed to another location; a few stray stacks\nof books and papers are still left on the floor.\n\nAll you can do is "+C("paw through","late-penthouse-paw")+" the remaining\nthings."}),S("late-penthouse-paw",{content:"The remaining books are mostly reference works: dictionaries, legal books,\ntechnical manuals. The paper is mostly uninteresting ephemera: invoices,\nand other printed matter. Of interest, you find only one thing: A skinny\nblack ledger. Inside each page are dates, names, and numbers -- dollar\namounts corresponding to transactions off the books. This, you take.",after:function(e,t){return t.setQuality("inventory",e.qualities.inventory.take("ledger"))},choices:["#early-upper"]}),S("early-penthouse-office",{tags:["early-upper"],optionText:"Examine the office.",canView:function(e){return!e.sandbox.latePenthouse&&!e.sandbox.penthouseOfficeViewedEarly},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.penthouseOfficeViewedEarly=!0},content:"The office is the real center of activity in the apartment. Unlike every other\nroom, it looks lived-in -- deep scratches on the hardwood floor from a spindly \noffice chair, a small gouge on the wall where the doorknob habitually hits it.\nThe walls are covered with\n"+c("bookshelves").once().writer("shelves-desc")+", though even those have already been\npartially obscured by piles of papers and books left on the floor. The\n"+c("desk").once().writer("desk-desc")+" is the center point of the chaos.",writers:{"shelves-desc":"You examine the shelves, looking for some insight into Wysham's life and\ntastes. The contents are opaquely\nutilitarians: Ledgers. Books detailing legislation and\nregulation. Corporate tax law. Dictionaries. Technical manuals for\naircraft, engines, guns and other materiel. Of the scattered papers\nthat surround the room, most seem to be hefty printouts from scholarly\njournals -- tending towards the medical and the biological.","desk-desc":"The desk is almost buried under ephemera: Invoices with astronomical\nvalues on them. Crumpled receipts. A small tower of rotting take-out\npackaging -- Wysham seemingly didn't eat like a man his age sh ould,\neither. And in the middle of it all, there's the\n"+C("laptop","penthouse-laptop")+"."}}),S("penthouse-laptop",{content:"The laptop has run itself out of battery, but seems otherwise unharmed.\nThere's no way you'll have the time to sort through all the paper in this\nplace, so the laptop is your best bet. You stuff it into a messenger\nbag liberated from a niche between two stacks of books, and take it\nwith you.\n\nHopefully it should shed some light onto what Wysham was up to.",after:function(e,t){return t.setQuality("inventory",e.qualities.inventory.take("laptop"))},choices:["#early-upper"]}),S("penthouse-leave-laptop",{optionText:"Leave the penthouse.",tags:["early-upper"],canView:function(e){return e.qualities.inventory.has("laptop")},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.penthouseDone=!0},content:D.asterism+"\n\nWhen you return home with the laptop, you try plugging it in and turning\nit on. There's a password, of course. You're not sure you can tamper\nwith it to retrieve whatever data is inside -- maybe Vic can help\nwith that.",choices:["first-world-event"]}),S("penthouse-leave-ledger",{optionText:"Leave the penthouse.",tags:["early-upper"],canView:function(e){return e.qualities.inventory.has("ledger")},after:function(e){return e.sandbox.penthouseDone=!0},content:D.asterism+"\n\nWhen you return home with the ledger, you page through its contents.\nThe dates are all from July to September of last year. You note,\ntoo, that the dates aren't strictly in chronological order. Instead,\none page has one week's worth of transactions, then the following page\nhas another batch of transactions from the same week, overlapping the\nfirst.\n\nYou can't really make sense of it. Maybe Vic will recognize some name on\nit.",choices:["second-world-event"]}),S("first-world-event",{before:function(e){return e.sandbox.townhouseDone?e.sandbox.latePenthouse=!0:e.sandbox.lateTownhouse=!0},optionText:"...",content:function(e){var t;return t=e.sandbox.damonAlly?"Ever since he found out about you, Damon's attitude has shif ted\nfrom suspicion to awe. You don't really talk about it at all,\nbut there's an implicit understanding, an accommodation that\ngoes on. You don't talk as much as you used to, but maybe you\nunderstand more.\n\nThe apartment's living area is little more than a tiny kitchen\njoined to a vestigial living room.":"Ever since he found out about you, Damon has retreated from your\npresence, going from standoffish to outright disapproving. You\nhardly walk into the apartment through the front door any more;\nhe tries hard not to notice.\n\nBut sometimes, you still pass\nthrough the apartment's living area -- a tiny kitchen conjoined\nwith a vestigial living room.","# January 12th\n\n"+t+'\nAnd tonight, you find the small television in the corner turned on,\nDamon\'s head turned to stare at it. He shushes you preemptively,\nwithout thinking, raising a finger.\n\n

\n Someone looks very '+C("familiar","wysham-conference-familiar")+"\n on the television.\n

"}}),S("wysham-conference-familiar", {content:"Wysham's face stares back at you from the television set. It takes your\nbrain a moment to reconstruct what you're seeing -- from the front, you've\nonly ever seen this face on a limp body on the floor of an expensive\nfoyer. Your arms slacken. Damon doesn't register your shock.\n\nThe voice coming from the television, too, belongs to the same man. But\nit's not quite the same. That was his shady-dealing voice. This, from\nthe speakers, is his press-conference voice.\n\n\"I've lived in Yeats my whole life. That's a very, *very*\nlong time,\" he intones, dragging out the laugh line; polite snickers\nrise up from the unseen audience. \"I'm going to be 92 this fall. And\nlet me tell you: parts of this city have not gotten any better since\nI was born, just before the first Depression.\"\n\nYour mind\n"+C("wanders","wysham-conference-wanders")+",\nconcocting theories about how he's still alive."}),S("wysham-conference-wanders",{content:function(e){return e.sandbox.damonAlly?'Damon breaks you out of you r thinking: "Do you think the city council\nwill go for it?"\n\n"For what?"\n\nHe looks at you for a moment, remembering something. "You know.\nThe redevelopment plan."':"Damon frowns quietly in thought, staring at the television.\n\n\"The redevelopment plan for Blaise has been at the heart of my plan\nfor Yeats, for years. And tonight I'm calling on the city council\nto rise up to the challenges posed by the state of this city...\"\n\nYou can't help yourself, though. Even if Damon won't talk to you,\nyou have to ask."},choices:["#wysham-question"]}),S("conference-who-is-wysham",{optionText:"Who is he?",tags:["wysham-question"],content:function(e){var t,n;return n=e.sandbox.damonAlly?"Damon turns to look at you, a little surprised that you don't know.":"Damon's tone is flat; he doesn't make eye contact as he answers you.",t=e.sandbox.damonAlly?" When I was growing up, my grandad would talk about working at that plant. Before it closed in the eighties. Everyone's grandad, really.":"",n+" \"Rainier Wysham -- y ou know, as in Wysham Dynamics. Like the big plant on\nthe waterfront that's just a row of empty warehouses now?"+t+'"\n\n"So he wants to reopen it?"\n\n"Nah. It\'s an urban renewal type deal -- except he\'d end up owning most of\nthe island. He\'s been pushing it for years."'},choices:["#wysham-followup"]}),S("conference-what-is-plan",{optionText:"What's a redevelopment plan?",tags:["wysham-question"],content:function(e){var t;return t=e.sandbox.damonAlly?"Damon turns to look at you, a little surprised you don't know already.":"Damon sighs, a little ill-disposed towards explaining things to you.",'"Redevelopment plan?"\n\n'+t+' "Rainier Wysham wants the city to let him force property owners to\nsell to him, so he can redevelop the whole neighborhood. The whole\nisland, really. Starting with Blaise."\n\n"He\'s some kind of real estate billionaire?"\n\n"I forget that when you got here, the big Wysham\nDynamics sign on the waterfront was gone already."\n\nSo *that\'s* where you\'d heard the name before. Where now there are just rows\nof rotting warehouses used to stand a plant that built -- aircraft\nengines? Appliances? You don\'t quite remember.\n\n"What does he want with that, anyway?"\n\n"Maybe he thinks he\'s doing the city a favor."'},choices:["#wysham-followup"]}),S("wysham-conference-what-about",{optionText:"What about the people living here already?",tags:["wysham-followup"],content:function(e){var t,n;return t='"What happens to the people living in all those buildings Wysham wants to\nown?"',n='On the television, Wysham finishes\nup: "I hope that by working together, we can have a stronger, better,\ncleaner Yeats in no time at all." Applause rolls in. You don\'t\nstick around to hear the network talking heads comment on it.',e.sandbox.damonAlly?t+"\n\n\"What's already happening. But faster, I guess. What happens to the\n"+e.sandbox.superheroName+' when you can\'t afford to live\nhere any more?"\n\n"Maybe I\'ll get an underground lair."\n\nHe laughs hollowly with you.\n'+n:t+"\n\nDamon just shrugs despon dently, trying to cut the conversation short.\nYou let him have his silence.\n\n"+n},choices:["post-conference-router"]}),S("post-conference-router",{optionText:"...",content:function(e){var t;return t=D.asterism+"\n\nRainier Wysham.\n\nNot some anonymous crime boss giving orders above. Someone with thousands\nof Google hits. Someone with his face on television. Someone with a\nname everyone knows. It makes you realize how little you actually know\nabout the place you're trying to save.\n\nSave this city. Is that really what you think you're doing?",e.sandbox.townhouseDone?t+"\n\nIt doesn't take long for the connections to crop up. Wysham owning\na prim-looking townhouse right at the edge of Blaise seems like\nthe tip of the spear. The staging ground -- for what? He's not\ndead, too, another fact that highlights how little you know.\n\nWysham owns one other piece of property that you know of. The\n"+C("penthouse","penthouse-late-version")+"\nwhere you watched men gun him down.":t+"\n\nNot too long ago you wa tched an old man get gunned down in his own\nhome -- by whom, you're not sure. And now you see him standing on\nlive television and talking about the future. A future no\n92-year-old should expect to live to see, and yet there he is.\n\nThere are other questions, too, that you have to answer. And so\nyou find yourself putting on a mask again, and heading out for\nthe "+C("townhouse","investigation-townhouse-begin")+" where\nall this began."}}),S("second-world-event",{optionText:"...",justicePhrases:["try to help","bring justice to Blaise","beat up criminals","stop crimes","watch the city","protect people","do violent things, hoping they'll matter","struggle"],content:function(){var e,t;return e=c(this.justicePhrases[0]).id("justice-oscillator").replacer("justice-oscillator"),t=I(c("You don't.").once().inserter("you-dont-inserter").toString()).id("you-dont-inserter"),"# February 4th\n\nYou don't know enough. Not yet. The pieces of evidence you have are only\nthe frayed tips of threads you don't have the skill s to pull on. You\ntake them to the one person who might be able to help, and wait.\n\nWell, you don't wait. You go out at night. You "+e+".\nYou settle even more into a deeply bizarre routine. You check the\nemail inbox Vic gave you, and then you go out in your suit, as\nthough you might hear something, see something that matters.\n\n"+t+"\n\nAnd then you get that one "+C("email","vic-email")+"."},writers:{"justice-oscillator":function(){return this.justicePhrases=this.justicePhrases.slice(1).concat(this.justicePhrases[0]),c(this.justicePhrases[0]).id("justice-oscillator").replacer("justice-oscillator").toString()},"you-dont-inserter":" You see glassine bags changing hands in the night. You see police cars\nstopping next to kids walking home from school, seemingly for no reason\nat all. You hear gunfire rebounding off a street corner, but arrive\ntoo late."}}),S("vic-email",{content:" hey\n i think i figured it out\n come over?\n\n -- vic\n\nIt's not much. But it's "+C("something","vic-something ")+"."}),S("vic-something",{content:function(e){var t;return t=e.sandbox.lateTownhouse?"vic-check-laptop":"vic-check-ledger",'Vic\'s little "office" in the back of the shop has begun to show the signs\nof overwork -- but Vic hasn\'t. You notice a large trashcan was brought\nin at some point, to contain the mounting pile of styrofoam containers\nand aluminum cans.\n\nWhen you walk in, Vic has already swiveled their chair to face the side door,\nexpecting you.\n\n"Hey. '+C("Check this out",t)+'."'}}),S("vic-check-laptop",{content:"They point to a document open on one of their monitors. \"So I managed to pull\nthe hard drive out of that laptop you got me, and as it turns out it wasn't\nencrypted. There was hardly anything on it anyway -- most of the stuff\nis probably on the cloud -- but I did find this lying around on the desktop.\"\n\nVic pages through the file. It's a mix of impenetrable legalese, blueprints,\ndifferent maps of the island. Dozens of pages of it. They don't wait\nfor you to ask.\n\n\"It's Wys ham's urban renewal plan. Except the one the city council has\nseen, which you can get online, only goes up to page 20 or so. This one\ngoes up to more than 200 pages.\"\n\n\"So what's on the "+C("other pages","vic-other-pages")+'?"'}),S("vic-other-pages",{content:"\"That's where it gets messed up. The public plan is supposed to end in 2030,\nyeah? At the end of that, all the public works are done, Wysham owns a ton\nof real estate on the island, and Blaise is mostly condos and expensive\nretail. But then there's plans for more construction and more projects,\nall the way up to 2060.\"\n\n\"What happens in 2060?\"\n\n\"What's more interesting is what happens on the way to there. There's a\nplan to surround the island with a seawall. Raise the street level\nby nearly fifteen feet in some places. There's a whole section of the\nwaterfront that's supposed to get knocked down to build a desalination\nplant...\"",choices:["vic-fortress","vic-future"]}),S("vic-fortress",{optionText:"It's like he's building a fortr ess.",content:"\"It's like he's building a fortress.\"\n\n\"Yeah. A climate-proof fortress. He's an apocalypse prepper with billions\nof dollars to burn turning the borough into his own private bunker. It's\nclearly meant for him -- there's a giant Wysham Tower that goes up sometime\nin 2023. What I don't get, is why he cares so much; dude is 92!\"\n\nYou have an inkling.",choices:["vic-tell-about-wysham","keep-wysham-to-self"]}),S("vic-future",{optionText:"It's like he's future-proofing the city.",content:'"He\'s climate-proofing the city."\n\n"Yeah. Not just that, too; he wants to turn it into a fortress. He clearly\ndoesn\'t think the water pipes or the power grid will be running in forty years.\nWhat I don\'t get, though, is why a 92-year-old billionaire cares so much."\n\nYou have an inkling of why.',choices:["vic-tell-about-wysham","keep-wysham-to-self"]}),S("vic-tell-about-wysham",{optionText:"Tell Vic about Wysham.",content:'"This is going to sound stupid, but: I think he\'s immortal."\n\nThe traditi onal silence of someone coping with the absurd comes over\nVic for a moment, then breaks: "What?"\n\n"I saw him die and a week later he was on television giving a press\nconference."\n\n"You saw him die."\n\n"In a shooting. At a penthouse in Fairbanks."\n\nVic just swivels away from you and towards the bank of monitors on\ntheir desk. They point to something on the screen:\n"'+C("This","vic-wysham-article")+'?"'}),S("keep-wysham-to-self",{optionText:"Keep the truth about Wysham to yourself.",content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"bundle of feathers";case"tooth":return"shark's tooth";default:return"band of snakeskin"}}(),"Wysham probably has something just like your "+t+'. Over the\nyears, it might have changed him, even more than it changed you.\nMaybe it sustains him. Maybe he\'s preparing for the future because\nhe has one. You don\'t share those thoughts with Vic.\n\n"I think I have some ideas."\n\nThey raise an eyebrow, but let you keep quiet. "So, wha t are you\ngoing to '+C("do about him","vic-discuss-bribes")+'?" '}}),S("vic-wysham-article",{content:'The news article Vic opened is from a couple of weeks ago. Most of the details match\nwhat you saw that night.\n\n"Yeah."\n\n"I thought it was weird, since they just reported the shooting with\nalmost no detail. You think Wysham is leaning on the police to keep it quiet?"\n\n"Probably."\n\n"Who do you think came at him and missed?"\n\n"No idea. But they didn\'t miss; they shot him and it didn\'t take."\n\n"If he\'s involved in shady shit like this... could be someone else is\ngunning for him."\n\n"So you believe me?"\n\n"The only way it makes sense to me is if he has something like what you have."',choices:["tell-vic-townhouse","vic-let-go-townhouse"]}),S("tell-vic-townhouse",{optionText:"Tell Vic about the townhouse.",content:'"He probably does. Whatever it is that I have, I stole it from him."\n\n"What?"\n\n"I didn\'t know it was his at the time."\n\n"What is it?"\n\n"It\'s... if you saw it, you wouldn\'t think it could do what it does.\nI don\'t really have an explanation for it. I doubt he has one."\n\n"You think you could survive being shot?"\n\n"No. But I think it works over time. Maybe he\'s had it for a long time."\n\n"Could be."\n\n"So what are you going to '+C("do about him","vic-discuss-bribes")+"? "}),S("vic-let-go-townhouse",{optionText:"Let that one go.",content:'"Maybe," you reply, noncommittal. "Maybe I can take it away from him."\n\n"That would probably kill him."\n\nYou frown. Yes -- it probably would.\n\n"What are you going to '+C("do about it","vic-discuss-bribes")+'?"'}),S("vic-discuss-bribes",{content:'"I\'m not sure," you answer.\n\n"Do you think Wysham\'s going to get what he wants?"\n\n"Maybe."\n\n"If not this year, then eventually, I guess. This city just gets worse\nevery year; eventually the council is going to cave."\n\nThis city just gets worse. The phrase sticks in your mind for a moment.\n\n"That\'s what\'s going on -- that\'s why Wysham\nis paying off cops and gangs alike. He\' s using them both to make the\nsituation in Blaise worse."\n\n"Seriously?"\n\n"Yeah. He wants it to get so bad, the city gives him permission to move\nforward and he can buy all the real estate on the cheap."\n\n"Can you prove that?"\n\n"No. But I\'ve seen the deals get made."\n\n"So how do we stop him?"',choices:["#endgame-select"]}),S("vic-check-ledger",{content:'Vic has the ledger you recovered open on the desk. It\'s covered in carefully\nplaced post-it notes, with references you don\'t quite understand.\n\n"So this is an old-fashioned paper ledger, right? So obviously the transactions\nin here are off the books."\n\n"So Wysham is running a drug empire on the side, or something?"\n\n"I thought that, except there\'s no income at all on this ledger; it\'s all\nexpenses. This isn\'t a running account, it\'s a budget."\n\n"A budget for what?"\n\n"Paying people off, I would guess. I checked out some names on this ledger --\nit\'s one column for drug dealers, another for cops. He\'s paying off both sides."\n\n "Why?"\n\n"I have kind of a conspiracy theory about it."\n\n"'+C("Try me","vic-try-me")+'."'}),S("vic-try-me",{content:'"So for years he wants the council to approve his big development plan, right?\nAnd even though this city has been in pretty bad shape for a while, he always\ngets a no. So he comes up with a thought: What if he makes it worse? What if\nhe pays off the cops to be bad at their jobs, and the gangs to arm themselves,\nuntil the murder rate is so high, and the real estate prices are so low, that\nhis insane privatization plan starts to look appealing?"\n\n"So the council decides to give him the go-ahead. Then what?"\n\n"My guess is he thinks he can somehow clean up the mess he made afterwards.\nProbably by making the rent so high, the only drug dealing going on in\nBlaise will be hipsters on bikes delivering pot to white people."\n\nYou stop for a moment, letting this idea sink in. There\'s\n'+C("more to it","vic-more-to-it")+", though."}),S("vic-more-to-it",{content:"You saw Wysham get shot. T hat's another loose thread -- maybe his dealings\ncaught up with him. But presumably, some time later, he got up and\ngot on with his business. He's clearly not planning on dying soon. There\nhas to be more to it than just making money -- but you can't quite\ngrasp it.\n\nVic breaks your revelry, though, asking: \"So how do we stop him?\"",choices:["#endgame-select"]}),S("expose-wysham",{tags:["endgame-select"],optionText:"We expose him.",content:'"We need proof. A lot more."\n\n"Will it do anything, though? He\'s a 92-year-old billionaire. He\'ll\nnever go to jail."',choices:["have-to-try","media-will-help","kill-wysham"]}),S("have-to-try",{optionText:"We have to try.",content:'"We have to try. At least, if people know, they can resist."\n\n"That\'s a nice thought. I\'m not sure if it\'s true, but I\'m willing to go\nwith it. I can get you all the surveillance equipment you need, if\nyou know where to put it."\n\n"I think I can find Wysham\'s errand guy. The one doing most of the actual\npayments."\n\n"That \'s a start, at least."',choices:["expose-endgame"]}),S("media-will-help",{optionText:"We could go to the media.",content:'"If people know what he wants to do, could he really go through with it?"\n\n"Maybe, maybe not."\n\nThey frown and stare into a screen, weighing the options.\n\n"I guess I\'m down for that," Vic finally says. "I can get you surveillance equipment. If you\nknow where to put it."\n\n"I think I can find Wysham\'s errand guy. The one doing most of the\nactual payments."\n\n"That\'s a start, at least."',choices:["expose-endgame"]}),S("kill-wysham",{optionText:"I'll kill him.",before:function(e){return e.sandbox.brutality=e.sandbox.brutality+1},content:'"Someone like Wysham isn\'t going to be stopped by the cops, or\nthe media."\n\n"So you\'re going to..."\n\n"I\'m going to bury him. One less callous rich monster in the world."\n\nVic looks away from you, staring into their screens, in the instinctive\nway of someone used to finding answers from data. Whatever answer\nthey want, they don\'t fi nd it there.\n\n"I guess I can\'t really fault you for wanting to do that."',choices:["expose-endgame"]}),S("expose-endgame",{optionText:"...",content:D.asterism+"\n\nThe days lengthen; sunlight breaks here and there through the snow-laden\nclouds. It doesn't help. From the rooftops, you watch the people of\nBlaise trudge through frozen sidewalks, their bodies nestled under\nlayers and layers of clothing.\n\nYou realize, after weeks of tracking Wysham's business, that you must\nhave disappeared from their lives. You don't interfere in the day-to-day\ncrime any more; it's just too much risk, with Wysham and the police\nafter you.\n\nSo instead you spend your nights hanging from ledges, attaching contact\nmicrophones to windows, recording conversations, stealing the contents\nof dead drops. You run a tightening spiral towards the center of the\n"+C("spiderweb","endgame-spiderweb")+"."}),S("endgame-spiderweb",{content:function(e){var t,n;return t=e.sandbox.talkedToBear?"The man you spoke to at Wysham's townhous e.":"The man who spotted you at Wysham's townhouse.",n=e.sandbox.bearNameKnown?"Ever since the shooting, Wysham has been reclusive. But his messenger\n-- Bear -- drives all over the island, handing out money and\nmarching orders.":"Ever since the shooting, Wysham has been reclusive. Instead, you see\nhis messenger driving all over the island, handing out money and\nmarching orders. "+t+'\nThe cops and the gangs alike have one name for him: "Bear."',n+"\n\nIt doesn't take long for you to focus more and more on\n"+C("tailing him","endgame-tailing")+"."}}),S("endgame-tailing",{content:"Bear is convivial, familiar and distant in equal measures. He blends in\nwith both sides of the law. He's like Santa Claus for crooked cops and\ndrug dealers, handing out rolls of pristine bills to all the good\nboys.\n\nAll that money dissolves into crates full of smuggled guns. Into college\nfunds for kids that won't have the full-pension, unionized, public-sector\njobs their fathers enjoy. Into bogus prescriptions and cocaine bought furtively\nfrom across the line by cops who can't get away with stealing from the\nevidence locker any more. Into new paint jobs for cars that show up at\nthe shop with bullet holes.\n\nYou collect enough evidence to prove his guilt several times over.\nBut his connection to Wysham himself remains\n"+C("elusive","endgame-elusive")+"." }),S("endgame-elusive",{content:"And so you keep holding on to this one tenuous thread, this singular\nconnection to the man who threw everything in your life off balance.\nThe man pushing Blaise -- your adopted home -- over the edge.\n\nYou go where the thread takes you. You stake out the townhouse,\nnight after night. From\na distance -- Bear might catch your scent again. Until tonight.\n\nTonight, Bear rides a nondescript Korean sedan into Fairbanks. Tonight\nhe will meet his boss, in person, again.\n\nYou shiver a little as you arrive again at the rooftop of the\n"+C("penthouse","endgame-penthouse")+"."}),S("endgame-penthouse",{content:"# February 26th\n\nThe place has changed since the last time you were here. Renovations were\ncompleted; glass panes replaced, bullet holes filled. But the pool has\nbeen emptied, the heating turned off. The furniture moved away. Wysham\nlives somewhere else now, in hiding -- from whom, you cannot tell.\n\nStill. This is a meeting place. The sliding door into the back of the\napartment, in spite of the frigid air, stands invitingly\n"+C("open","endgame-enter-penthouse")+"."}),S("endgame-enter-penthouse",{content:function(e){return"tooth"===e.sandbox.fetish?"You close your eyes, squinting at the penthouse. Most of it is dark,\nbut a ragged streak of blue tells you that the lights are on in the\nfoyer.\n\nMore than that, though: Two people stand there, alone. You can hear\nthe faint echo of their soft voices, talking. Wysham and Bear,\ntogether. You won't have an opportunity like this again.":"The penthouse is dark, quiet, empty. But you think you can hear two\nsoft voices speaking in the foyer, echoing through the concrete\ncorridors. Wysham and Bear, you hope.\n\nIf they are in there, you won't have an opportunity like this again."},choices:["endgame-listen"]}),S("endgame-listen",{optionText:"Listen in on their conversation.",content:"You prepare the recorder you've incorporated into your suit. You\nlower your body, passing quietly through the threshold. You exhale.\nYou lea n against the same wall that gave you cover against a hail\nof gunfire, and "+c("listen").once().writer("listen-graph")+".",writers:{"listen-graph":'"And our guest?" asks one of the voices -- older, smaller. Wysham,\nno doubt.\n\n"Should be here soon," replies Bear.\n\nSomething is '+C("wrong","endgame-wrong")+"."}}),S("endgame-wrong",{after:function(e,t){return t.doLink("endgame-wrong-"+e.sandbox.fetish)}}),S("endgame-wrong-feather",{content:"A hand grasps your throat, and your body -- impossibly light, impossibly strong --\nis suddenly flying through the air, though not of your own volition this time.\n\nYou skid along the hardwood floor, limp. You rise from the floor in one rapid\nmovement, finding yourself in the middle of the empty foyer.\n\nWysham stands stiffly somewhere just outside your line of sight. Bear stands\nbefore you, tensing up, preparing himself for what he's about to do. He's\nstrong -- abnormally strong. \"Bear\" must be more than a nickname.",choices:["bear-fight-feather-speed","bear-fi ght-feather-brutality"]}),S("bear-fight-feather-speed",{optionText:"Your only advantage is being faster than him.",content:"He moves to draw a gun, but you charge too fast, forcing him to react before\nhe can bring it to bear. You spar for a moment, him parrying your blows, you\nweaving between his. You find an opening and elbow his sternum, making him\ngasp for air; you're not there to take his counterattack.\n\nFor a while, you think you can take him. But every strike you dodge tires\nyou out; your quick jabs are never enough to knock him off-balance, never\nenough against him. You swing into his body to avoid a haymaker -- and\nthen the vise grip of his arms\n"+C("wraps your body","bear-fight-feather-grab")+"."}),S("bear-fight-feather-brutality",{optionText:"Your only advantage is being more vicious than him.",content:"He moves to draw a gun, but you charge too fast, forcing him to react.\nYou throw wild blows at him. You let him get a few in -- ignore the pain.\nYou go for the throat. You go for the weak est bones. You go for strikes\nthat you know would floor a normal man, leave him screaming in pain\non the floor.\n\nBear screams, and grunts, and growls; but he doesn't fall. For a moment,\nyou think you have him: You headbutt him, and he staggers backwards,\nreeling. You seize the opportunity, leaning into his body to strike\nat his jaw. Your punch connects -- but you find yourself in the\nvise grip of his powerful "+C("arms","bear-fight-feather-grab")+"."}),S("bear-fight-feather-grab",{content:"And then he's carrying you through the penthouse, compressing your\nentire body between those huge arms. You feel your back smash\nthrough a plate glass window. You feel the air turn colder as\nhe rushes you outside.\n\nThe outdoor area of the penthouse is surrounded by a steel railing.\nYou feel your back slam against the freezing metal, once, twice.\nThe pain is incredible, but somehow you stay with it.\n\nAnd then he does it a third time; and rather than breaking your\nback, he breaks the railing. And then you'r e both falling\ngracelessly through the air, the broken bird and the beast\nthat was never meant to fly.",choices:["bear-fight-feather-save","bear-fight-feather-let-him"]}),S("bear-fight-feather-save",{optionText:"Save him.",content:"You can't just let him die. You realign your body, pointing your head\ndownwards, trying to make your terminal velocity that much faster than\nhis. He's screaming, howling as he goes down. You approach him inch by\ninch. You grab him from above, trying to\n"+C("slow his fall","bear-fight-slow-fall")+"."}),S("bear-fight-slow-fall",{content:"You feel the unseen force that carries you through the air straining,\ntrying to keep up with his weight. And then you feel his huge hand on\nyour shoulder. He's grabbing you, taking you into his embrace again,\nswinging in the air.\n\nYou realize, panicking, that he's above you. That you can't carry him,\nand that he's above you. You try to slow down as much as possible, to\nfall slowly if you can't fly.\n\nWhen it dawns on you that he's usin g you to break his fall, you\n"+C("do","endgame-come-to")+"."}),S("bear-fight-feather-let-him",{optionText:"Let him fall.",content:"You try to stretch your unseen wings and fly away, but he's still\ntoo close to you, you're still too flustered. He swings through the\nair, and you two collide. You're in his grip again, held like a\nbuoy. He's hoping you'll be his parachute, but you can't -- he's\njust too heavy.\n\nAnd so, instead, he overpowers you, swings around you in midair,\nputs you between him and the ground. You strain to slow the fall\nas much as possible as you realize you'll\n"+C("break his fall","endgame-come-to")+"."}),S("endgame-wrong-tooth",{content:"Behind the wall, there's a flash, a telltale shiver in the air that\nyou've come to recognize as the sharp discharge of a powerful\nbattery.\n\nAnd then the world is a white-blue smear; your eyes snap open, but\nyou can't see light amid the electron haze in front of you. Your\nhead is throbbing, tightening, going blank.\n\nYou hardly feel the groun d impact against your\n"+C("collapsing","endgame-come-to")+"\nbody."}),S("endgame-wrong-skin",{content:function(){var e;return e=I("He pulls open his coat, going for a "+c("gun").replacer("gun-placer-y")).id("gun-placer-y"),"A hand swings around the wall, grasping blindly at your body. Before\nyou're fully aware of what is happening, Bear is flinging you at the\nhardwood floor. You skid along the polished timbers, looking up at\nhis large body.\n\n"+e},writers:{"gun-placer-y":function(){var e,t;return e=c("spit").replacer("spit-placer-y"),t="While he draws a pistol from within his coat, you have just enough time to "+e+" at him, sending him reeling and blinded by the black mask of bile on his face.",I(t).id("spit-placer-y").toString()},"spit-placer-y":"You stop Bear from drawing a pistol, aiming a volley of corrosive\nbile at his face with a panicked groan. But then a sharp, painful\nvibration strikes you between the ribs. The last thing you see\nbefore you "+C("pass out","endgame-come-to")+" is Wysham,\nhol ding a cattle prod."}}),S("endgame-come-to",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"\"You were pretty beat up when I put you in the trunk. I almost\nthought I'd have to dig the hole myself.\"\n\nBear's voice is unnerving. You shiver, feeling the cold penetrate\nyour half-mended bones. You're heavier than you should be.";case"tooth":return'You croak out something -- in your head, it was "What did you\ndo to me?"\n\n"EMP. What, you think we didn\'t know how to stop you?"\n\nBear\'s voice is unnerving. You shiver; somehow your muscles are\nstill tense and sore from your collapse.';default:return"\"You're up just in time to start digging.\"\n\nBear's voice is unnerving. You shiver, still feeling the muscles\non your back tense painfully in the cold air."}}(),D.asterism+"\n\nWhen you come to, the first thing you see is the gaping steel jaws\nof a trunk belonging to a mid-sized Korean sedan, gray, belonging\nto a man, large, who is (though you know it only subco nsciously) currently\npointing a gun at the back of your head.\n\n"+t+'\n\n

\n You don\'t know '+C("where","endgame-where")+" you are.\n

"}}),S("endgame-where",{content:function(e){var t;return t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"You breathe in deep, feeling for the movement of the air. Willing\nyourself to lift. It doesn't help. You remain on your knees,\nterrifyingly earth-bound.";case"tooth":return"You close your eyes. Darkness. The crackling world you've become\nused to seeing is gone. No bright lances of light from the power\nlines overhead, no throbbing glow from the car's electronics,\nno faint light from your own body.";default:return"You turn your head over your shoulder, facing Bear. Rage wells\nup in your throat. But only rage; no bile, no venom, follows it."}}(),"You look around yourself. Patches of pitted snow covering frozen, acidic\nsoil. Spindly, unhealthy pines tower above you, growing askew, grasping\ntowards one another. The headlights of the car create a tunnel of harsh\nlight in the middle of the darkness. The city is somewhere far away.\n\n"+t+'\n\n"Yeah, don\'t bother. It won\'t work out here."\n\nBear pulls something on a chain around his neck out of his shirt. It\'s\nhard to see in the dark, but it looks like a clawed finger, a taxidermied\nfraction of the paw of some large brown beast.\n\n"They\'re tied to the land. Leylines, or some shit. Wysham says he\nunderstands that crap. Me, I just enjoy the high."\n\nHe shivers, unaccustomed to the cold, and waves his gun at you.\n\n"Now '+C("dig","endgame-dig")+'."'}}),S("endgame-dig",{content:"There's a spade embedded in the ground next to you. You grip the handle,\nsteadying yourself, to lift your body laboriously from the ground. Flecks\nof snow, pine needles and dirt cling to your suit.",choices:["endgame-dig-grave","endgame-resist-dig"]}),S("endgame-resist-dig",{optionText:"Say no.",content:"Still halfway punch-drunk, you gasp: \"No.\"\n\nAnd then Bear just calmly pistol-whips you against the shoulderblade.\nThe pain is incredible; a kind of pain you haven't felt for months. A pain\nyour body believed didn't exist any more.\n\n\"If you want to get uppity, I'll just kneecap you so you can't run away\nwhile I dig it myself.\" ",choices:["endgame-dig-grave"]}),S("endgame-dig-grave",{optionText:"Do it.",content:function(e){var t,n,o;return o=function(){switch(e.sandbox.theftMotivation){case"addiction":return"For the first time in a long time, you feel like you need a fix.";case"illness":return"For the first time in a long time, you can feel the pain curling around your lungs.";default:return""}}(),n=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"I don't have to.";default:return"Wysham already did."}}(),t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"you hit the ground";case"tooth":return"the EMP hit you";default:return"he hit you with the cattle prod"}}(),"You take the spade, and rest your foot on its back edge, digging the small\nstart to a much bigger hole. The ground is half- frozen and brittle;\nprogress is slow; talking is impossible. "+o+"\n\n\"I'm not going to kill you, you know. "+n+'."\n\nAnother movement of the spade, painfully reverberating through your bones.\nThe warmth in your hands seeps away into the metal-plated handle, fresh\nfrom a hardware store. You imagine the spade will share the unmarked grave\nwith you.\n\n"You were dead as soon as '+t+". It's just the talisman keeping you alive,\nnow.\"\n\nYou're one of the walking "+C("dead","endgame-dead")+", then. Like Wysham."}}),S("endgame-dead",{content:"The hole, the only thing you allow yourself to look at, deepens. Your\ntemperature drops. Your legs threaten to lose sensation.\n\n\"Yeah, it's not so easy doing this without superpowers, is it?\"\n\nYou don't respond. Your lungs are too overworked to make noise.\n\n\"You're so goddamn ignorant. You crowbar your way into a conflict\nthat you don't even understand, and you think you can just punch\nan old man and sort it all out.\" He snorts.\n\nThere's the naked crowi ng of a grim chuckle at the expense of his\nemployer. And then there's something else; a\n"+C("sound","endgame-sound")+" from overhead."}),S("endgame-sound",{content:'"Do you even know what the other side is? Do you even know there is\none?"\n\nBut he stops, interrupted by a buzzing.\nFour counter-rotating rotors cutting the thin air. You look\nover your shoulder. '+C("Bear looks up","endgame-looks-up")+"."}),S("endgame-looks-up",{content:"You swing the spade wildly, hopelessly, without the backing of real\nstrength, without really knowing what you're doing. He's just\ndistracted enough that it works, connecting with his cheekbone. There's\na cracking sound, and a flash of blood through the red beam of the\ncar's tail lights.\n\nBut now the spade has escaped your hands, pulled by its inertia, and\nyou're off-balance, colliding with a blood-blinded\n"+C("Bear","endgame-bear")+"."}),S("endgame-bear",{content:"He's panicking, shaking, unused to not having his strength. But you're\nwounded, freezing, halfway dea d. A black drone flits overhead, watching\nhelplessly as you trade blows.\n\nHe tries to grip your throat, and you bite a blood-red chunk out of his\nhand. You try to knee him, and he snaps into your body with his elbow;\nsomething cracks inside your chest.\n\nYou reel away from each other and collide again, driven by violent gravity.\nThe gun is somewhere lost in the middle of the dirt and snow, but the\nhandle of the broken spade is in his hand, spinning through the air\ntowards your "+C("head","endgame-head")+"."}),S("endgame-head",{content:"His blow goes wide, glancing off the crown of your skull without enough\nforce. Your vision swims; something wells up behind your eyes.\nHe loses his "+C("balance","endgame-balance")+"."}),S("endgame-balance",{content:"You're falling now, your body collapsing onto his. He raises up the spade\nhandle to his face defensively. Instinctively, you "+C("grasp","endgame-grasp")+"\nit."}),S("endgame-grasp",{content:"And now you have it against his throat, just barely strong e nough to\npush, staring into his red-rimmed eyes.",choices:["endgame-finish","endgame-spare"]}),S("endgame-finish",{optionText:"Kill him.",after:function(e){return e.sandbox.killedBear=!0,e.sandbox.brutality=e.sandbox.brutality+1},content:"You don't have the strength to stop yourself, or perhaps even to lift\nyour body up; all you can do is fall, fall onto him, bear down on him.\nShut off the air from his lungs.\n\nIt takes entirely "+C("too much time","endgame-time")+"."}),S("endgame-time",{content:"When you're done, you crawl into his car and leave behind the body you\ndon't have time to hide, driving as fast as you can towards\nthe "+C("city","ending")+"."}),S("endgame-spare",{optionText:"Let him go.",canChoose:function(e){return e.sandbox.brutality<4},content:"You try to remember the things you knew back in the city, where you\nweren't quite yourself -- but rather someone more capable.\n\nYou press it down against his throat, to the side, just enough to\nknock him out. There's more struggling than you re member. At the end\nof it, you're out of breath, shivering on top of his limp body. Warily,\nyou make sure he still has a pulse.\n\nAnd then you crawl into his car and drive as fast as you can back towards\nthe "+C("city","ending")+"."}),S("ending",{before:function(e){return window.chardump=Object.create(e)},content:function(e){var t,n,o;return o=e.sandbox.brutality>4?"A brief respite from the mounting dread that the city had begun\nto feel towards your presence, which seemed to loom over its\ncorrupt heart as a constant threat.":e.sandbox.brutality>1?"A flash of confusion created by your absence, as citizens of Yeats\nfailed to agree on whether a hero had vanished, or a threat had\nsubsided.":"A lingering moment full of defiant fear, as citizens rose up in small\nways to fill the void left by your absence.",t=e.sandbox.killedBear?e.sandbox.brutality>3?"A sense of grimly accomplished duty settling like a veil over the\nhalf-recalled memory of having killed a man on the snow.":"A sense of pervasive guilt spre ading like a haze over the days,\nconstantly turning your mind back to the man you killed on the snow.":"A blurry drone photograph of Bear, paying cash at a used car lot, never\nto be seen in in Yeats again.",n=e.sandbox.damonAlly?"Damon's inconstant and puzzled attempts at helping you recover, eventually\nabandoned in favor of leaving your body to reknit itself alone.":e.sandbox.killedBear?"The overarching tension that took over the apartment, punctuated by\nDamon's late-night phone calls to what family he had left, somewhere\nout west, to where he would return.":"The cautious quiet way that Damon would tiptoe around you, two strangers\nawkwardly sharing space.",D.asterism+"\n\nThe weeks that followed would be remembered only in glimpses, loose images\nshaking around your head; psychic scar tissue left behind by a brain\nhealing itself from beyond the brink.\n\n"+o+"\n\n"+t+"\n\n"+n+"\n\nAbove all: a brief, confused pause in the hostilities in Blaise. As though the\nplug had been pulled, and all the metal m en in gang colors and police blues had\nhalted for a moment. For a "+C("moment","ending-moment")+"."}}),S("ending-moment",{content:function(e){var t,n;return n=e.sandbox.killedBear?e.sandbox.damonAlly?"ending-secret":"ending-killed":"ending-happy",t=function(){switch(e.sandbox.fetish){case"feather":return"bundle of feathers";case"tooth":return"shark's tooth";default:return"band of snakeskin"}}()," And then they began anew, fueled by a collective remembrance of what everyone's\n role was. Wysham being gone was noticeable. So was the fact that his presence\n wasn't really needed.\n\n Wysham. Were you the straw that broke the camel's back? Or was he just reacting to\n some greater machination, something you had only barely glimpsed in a flash of\n full auto fire? He was gone all the same. Or perhaps he had only changed\n his approach. There would be more of him, and others, too.\n\n There was more of you to take it. 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