A.Journal

Checks

Easy

Easy

Elevated, isolated -- a space in which it is possible to live amongst others without descending into worry about their intentions.

Challenging

Modded tape deck with antennae to pick up the cricket's signal. Signature Ramses engineering -- zero budget precision, wretched and ingenious.

Medium

He slides right back into his old skin.

Easy

The old act awakens dormant pathways to tactile memory. Even the pulse returns to his palsied hands.

Easy

Among listening devices, he's back in his native element, if only for a moment.

Easy

Stripped off his wounds. Back raw into danger.

Easy

Guttural, breathless, and somehow strained, as though in the middle of some physical exertion.

Challenging

He's not choking, but something similar to it. Something that has lowered his lung capacity to half.

Easy

Cumulatively, Ramses has listened to more phone sex than you will ever have in your life.

Easy

As ever, he has a remarkable ear for the rhythms, the things that slip...

Easy

The suggestion of usable information is cruelly whisked away.

Trivial

Target acquired. Ramses' ears perk to attention by your side.

Easy

Irrigational miracles. This is her shit.

Medium

Roughly: 'Defeated, but incapable of surrender.'

Easy

Every little act a show of defiance in the face of imagined enemies, down to even his passphrases.

Easy

Success nears. Big man hungers.

Easy

He can almost taste those anticonvulsants.

Easy

All sense of humour is gone. All he wants is to go chasing after those meds.

Easy

Unnamable homemade concoctions surround the motor cortex and zero in for the kill.

Medium

A recent darkening night. Dr. Gonza waits in his office chair. Unable to show his usual bravado, unable even to say 'Board', he surrenders to the sadistic mercies of whoever and whatever comes through his door.

Trivial

For a moment, he'd forgotten how weak he is.

Medium

Nickin' meds by the trolley. Proper smash and grab.

Easy

Synaptic routes light up. A grid of variables emerges: timing, sight lines, crowd density...

Challenging

Maximum opacity. 1) Face covered 2) Bulky clothing -- both of which you already carry. Good.

Medium

It's pointless to argue. You won't be stopping him.

Medium

Easy

Unless we don't call him. You've already got us, you don't need him too.

Formidable

One for fear, two for guilt, three for determination.

Easy

Just because you think something, doesn't mean you need to say it.

Easy

Why didn't we think of that?

Challenging

That part was self-evident -- that's why you didn't think of it. This was not a failing on your part. Do not admit to it being a failing.

Challenging

You need maximum opacity. You have enough to cover your face, but you need loose or bulky clothing. Find some.

Challenging

Don some loose or bulky clothing -- which you already have. You'll need a mask or something to cover your face.

Challenging

Don some loose or bulky clothing -- something you are yet to acquire. You'll need a mask or something to cover your face too.

Medium

Unarmed, armed... high, disabled, maimed, dead -- there's nothing that could put Ramses off the job at this point.

Easy

THE MARKET HAS FAILED. THE TIME HAS COME FOR STATE-DRIVEN REDISTRIBUTION.

Medium

Sweet mercy! That's no human waveform!

Easy

The illusion's gone. You can hear him slurring.

Easy

It's not just about this call. He's only now remembering that this is his element.

Medium

His personal sedentary yoga - hunched, elbows on his knees, staring at the device from zero distance.

Easy

A fraction of the gang reunites! Not all is lost.

Trivial

This is an adolescent girl's room.

Trivial

It's Karolina's.

Easy

A daughter, maybe.

Medium

We remember hazy footage of a bright flame on a small television screen...

Easy

A national tragedy for Portofiro; an excellent quarter for EMTERR.

Easy

Look at the cosmonauts' expressions: pride, determination, joy. These aren't commemorative; they predate the disaster.

Easy

Safe to assume these were manufactured in the months leading up to the disaster.

Medium

A tuk-tuk pulls up on the dock. A young woman peers through her window. Two men step out, and walk towards the houseboat. Something is wrong.