The secret language of machines and consumer products. Bend any device or system to your will.
- Faculty
- Intellect
- Limit
- DELDelirium
- skill checks
- 465
- Flows
- 196
- Loudest around
- You 21
- Gear
- Black Rim Eyeglasses -1Black Rim EyeglassesClothing
The world bulges under the magnifying glass effect of these thick prescription glasses.The old man they belonged to will be helpless without them, while he remains alive.Smoking Paper Bag +1Smoking Paper BagClothing
A wearable paper bag now upgraded with a drawn-on cigarette for a cool and mysterious aura.Vostatok Blendcoat +1Vostatok BlendcoatClothing
A classic Vostatok slicker, tailored for the city's months-long downpours. Ignatz's Camera +1Ignatz's CameraTools
High-grade Luzian tech. Tenebrous Maxi Skirt -1Tenebrous Maxi Skirt₽ 43 · Clothing
A no-nonsense ankle-length skirt, dark as night. Pencil Skirt -1Pencil SkirtClothing
Made from a wrinkle-free synthetic blend. Priest's Patchwork Kimono -1Priest's Patchwork Kimono₽ 40 · Clothing
A couturier's reconstruction of pre-Nestorite vestments. Sacrophobe Zero-G Trousers +1Sacrophobe Zero-G TrousersClothing
Anti-flex weave meets minimalist luxury -- perfectly fitted for a space officer. Limpador Hood +1Limpador HoodClothing
Thick rubber and a hard plastic screen complete this hermetic cage for your head. Limpador Pants +2Limpador PantsClothing
Heavy-duty rubber, cut with a billowing silhouette.
Conditioning
Emissary of the Final Society
Reinforced
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- +2
Dissonance
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- -2
Ghost Recorder - DO NOT OPEN
Reinforced
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- +1
Dissonance
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- -1
Standalone Expansion
Reinforced
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- +1
Dissonance
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- -1
The Wang Way
Reinforced
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- +1
Dissonance
- TechnoflexMaximum rank
- -1
Difficulty ladder
465Case files
Status effects touching this skill
Voices in
196The fax machine hums faintly. A single sheet sits in the tray, edges curled like a beckoning finger.
"Please, if you see Karolina. Do let me know."
"Still waiting, CASCADE. Slab's getting cold."
"Shh."
"Hello again."
The hoglets are still grunting merrily among the urban detritus.
High end, latest generation consumer tech, probably employing the same batteries as the device Yana gave you. You know what that means.
You approach your double. A faint line of drool darkens the sheet.
"Loneliest... of towns..."
The container is still overfull with rubbish.
He ignores you, transfixed by the woman above.
The girl in the postcard still wants you to join her fan club.
There's nothing to do here.
"Hello, hero."
You return to the desk. Everything is right where you left it, including the pack of Suprema 100s.
The vandalised jukebox is where you left it, looking slightly more dispirited on second visit.
"You're back." She eyes you warily.
You return to the boiler.
You take out the bomb again.
The girl is far too preoccupied fiddling with her fishing wire to pay any attention to you.
The man's eyes are closed. He is completely still.
The tree has fulfilled its task. Now time for you to fulfill yours.
"I really think you'd dig this. You look like the type."
"Back again, Hershel."
You step into the booth and press the receiver to your ear.
"Operant. Something big is happening, isn't it?"
The magic box hums its secret tune. In a dark Novessa sub-basement, your controller answers.
The sleek metal callbox stands guard.
The cleaning tuk-tuk with its soap bubbles and secrets seems almost prestigious now.
You approach Shelves B and C once more.
A typed page lies upside-down in a stack of similarly formatted files. The cover reads: 'Remote Viewing Testimonial N.28'.
"As I suspected, my sources were very pleased with your work. Well done, Hershel. It's an honour to work with you again."
The strange noise is coming from a printer with a piece of paper stuck between its lips. You recognise the brand name: 'Sonatine'.
The machine is still soured by the smell of urine. Beverages glow on the inside.
"Fuck off, Tigerpussy."
The glimmering purple keyboard is just as you left it.
"Yyyes?" Again the heavy, authoritative Azzurri voice comes through.
THE WANG GUIDE TO IMPROVISED FIREARMS, VOL 2.
"Wow... an actual liquidity mage..."
"Goodbye."
"Here again."
You have already engaged in model train repair and improvised weapon manufacture here. There is nothing else to do at the workbench.
"It's cold out here." The girl rolls her shoulders and lightly stamps a foot.
There's nothing to do here anymore.
"Hello, lapinette."
"Hi again. Still not leaving yet, sorry." She puffs on her pipe.
The ration pack crinkles as you turn it over.
The pipe twists out from the concrete like the roots of a plumbing tree.
You return to the postbox.
"My agent of fortune returns. Happy Dante."