A.Journal

Checks

Medium

Stand in awe of the gäng, useless child.

Medium

He has no idea what he's been dragged into. That much is clear.

Medium

The city reconfigures itself around him, stranger and scarier than it was before.

Easy

Odds of him being asset SCARF: 95%. Confirmation encouraged.

Trivial

Moonlight shimmers across a holographic patch on his sleeve. The patch reads: 'MARCO'.

Easy

On his sleeve, a holographic foil patch reads 'MARCO'.

Easy

She isn't remotely surprised or on edge -- if there's such a thing as 'off-duty' in this business then you're looking at it.

Medium

Your mother's standard load out was also a callomanic.

Challenging

Wrong type of glass for a callomanic, should be in a tulip.

Medium

Her eyes sparkle, delighted. She's inviting you to participate in the ritual humiliation of a third party.

Challenging

... Except for a lingering aftertaste of fucked-ness. You can't quite place it, but this callomanic is definitely FKD.

Medium

His Brave Face mask slips from the sweat underneath.

Medium

As he removes his hand, a single sliver of sweat runs down the outside of the glass.

Challenging

She's doing this to put you at ease -- but an unopened bottle can still be poisoned. Don't drink it.

Challenging

She's drinking from the same bottle, you're fine. Get her drunk, make conversation, see what guts she'll spill.

Challenging

Hers is crumpled on the floor beside her, discarded like a tight bra after a mid-week work day.

Medium

She is into this. Use it. Flirt, get her drunk.

Challenging

Hold the line gäng! We're within striking distance!

Challenging

YES, DIEGO. LIKE LIONS.

Medium

Relaxed, casual. She assumes you're like her, that you feel the same way.

Medium

Like PSEUDOPOD, who seems to have entirely become his.

Medium

This woman's reading a solid ZERO on the empath-o-meter.

Challenging

A perfect operant.

Challenging

Solar Point: a small coastal area of Lágundi, a Luzian colony famous for luxury tourist resorts.

Medium

You're full of fuck holes. At least three of them. So is she.

Medium

All the useful things together.

Medium

You could attempt this with precisely none of your assets. They're all too big.

Medium

Be good to give Eszti a hard spin. Shut her up for a while.

Medium

Her hand is cold, but the movement feels tender.

Challenging

WITHIN EVERYONE IS MOP AND MOPPER -- A TRUE REVOLUTIONARY KEEPS BOTH HANDS FIRMLY ON THEIR OWN SHAFT.

Easy

Flirtatious but firm, she won't talk unless you play along.

Legendary

A slight flush to her cheeks -- she really did like that you offered.

Formidable

Get us the fuck away from this mäd bitch! But also! Höt! The gäng is divided!

Medium

A touch of regret in her voice.

Heroic

The sound makes you wince.

Medium

The colour melting, pouring into you, looking for evidence of a lie.

Challenging

Her posture straightens, as if she's ready to fight you -- but she's afraid.

Formidable

She doesn't care at all.

Medium

Visibly relieved.

Medium

No change in expression or posture. She seems genuinely unperturbed.

Formidable

Hackles up. Eyes colder.

Easy

She takes a drink -- a longer one than usual.

Trivial

Challenging

Ten inches and your lips will meet hers.

Legendary

She desperately wants this.

Medium

According to her, the bartender's basically an un-programmed augmentoid. Get in there and pilot him.

Challenging

Melita's voice in your ear: 'The Bank will always deal'.

Formidable

OF COURSE THIS IS HOW THE BANKERS OPERATE. NO CONVICTION, RIDDLED WITH CONTRADICTIONS. IDEOLOGICAL DRESS-UP DOLLS.

Medium

Her face adjusts, then sets. She believes this.

Heroic

FUN IS BOURGEOIS.