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Limpador Hood
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Thick rubber and a hard plastic screen complete this hermetic cage for your head. Inside you can hear the disturbingly amplified sound of your own breathing.
Use in plannerSkill modifiers
Grey Matter +1Grey MatterIntellectDeductive and inductive reasoning. The rational side of your mind. Finds the order in everything.Technoflex +1TechnoflexIntellectThe secret language of machines and consumer products. Bend any device or system to your will.Sensors -1SensorsActionPerceptions and pleasures of the phenomenal world. Notice details that others miss.
Seen with
Winged Fan-ShifterMasked Fan-ShifterFrederikDr. HugoDr. GonzaGonza's Second WifeRamsesNasal Voiced WomanLuciaRenotel TechnicianIgnatzNot-Ignatz's CatSeptimusGoat EyesGonza's Wholesale DealerVery Large BoarRenoKALEIDOSCOPEDiego, the BarmanSubeditorSubcomandante BagmanBruce, the High-End TailorYouNarratorMelita, Your ControllerReyes' Body Double
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Decisions
The two teenage girls refuse to look at you. Warm spittle flecks the outside of your plastic viewport. It's a good thing you're protected.Maximum opacity. 1) Face covered 2) Bulky clothing -- both of which you already carry. Good. You need maximum opacity. You have enough to cover your face, but you need loose or bulky clothing. Find some.The figure in the other sealed, full-body suit gives you a stiff nod."Well, I can see the stress pulling down on your body... you don't look like you're in a place to be giving out sound financial advice.""You know, I almost didn't recognise you under that hood, Hershel. Pretty sneaky, pretty good.""You sure don't look like one of them.""Wallah, is this a joke?" The man opposite you tilts his eye to the side, studying your covered face."Wallah, what is this?" He stares at your covered face, and your garments."Oh, hello. You're, uh, with the cleaners I take it.""So you're not with the cleaners at all, you're one of Tempo's unspecified associates." He stares at you evenly. "What are you doing in my home?""Let's not..." A frown in your general direction, "get too judgemental about the sartorial decisions of others."From the safety of the limpador hood's oversized visor, you contemplate the liquid atrocity.If it weren't for the limpador hood, you would find yourself on a collision course.Thankfully, the plastic visor and built-in respirator of the limpador hood spare you any ill effects.You lift your mask and pout your lips, ready for the big sexy betrayal.You lift your mask with one hand and cup her chin with the other, bringing her toward you.Warm air circulates inside your restrictive headwear, only making you hotter and more uncomfortable."Bold." He aims a finger at your covered head. "What is this?"It strikes you, a few moments late, that you really shouldn't be showing your face on live television."Even with your face covered, your artifices are painfully transparent. I wonder… which of us are you trying to fool?""This time you've hidden your face behind a ridiculous cleaning suit, but be warned: No fabric is impermeable to the facts at my disposal.""Foreign woman, Mircean accent. Dressed like she's a hazardous waste handler. Sound familiar?"
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