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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.Colourbloc Jacket +1Colourbloc Jacket₽ 60 · Clothing
A stylish blazer just on the safe side of avant-garde. Vaquero Boots +1Vaquero Boots₽ 18 · Clothing
Once used for hard labour, these boots found new life in strutting, starring in many 'sorry-about-last-night' nights. Ignatz's Camera +1Ignatz's CameraTools
High-grade Luzian tech. Pelota Hat -1Pelota HatClothing
Makes your head look like a giant pelota ball. Pink Round Sunnies -1Pink Round SunniesClothing
The proverbial 'rose-coloured glasses', for looking out at an eternally candy-coloured world.Star Worshipper Glasses +1Star Worshipper GlassesClothing
When you look at the sky through these, you almost think you might be able to remember the names of all 93 constellations.Shaggy Wig & False Beard -1Shaggy Wig & False BeardClothing
Meant to evoke wisdom and rugged masculinity. Space Program Track Top +1Space Program Track Top₽ 25 · Clothing
Violent red polyester, bright as a fireball. Velvet Jumpsuit -1Velvet Jumpsuit₽ 50 · Clothing
Covered from ankle to chest in a warm layer of individual microthreads, wearing this feels vaguely like being licked by some immense, soft creature.Limpador Boots +2Limpador BootsClothing
Rubberised, thigh-high protection -- standard among Portofiran cleaning crews.
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233You return to the wasteland.
A low, tilting shelf marked in heavy block letters: 'DESPISED SUBGENRES'.
The monkey is still hiding in the shadows.
You return to the graffiti wall.
You unfold the cipher and remember the instructions extracted from the novel:
The vending machine awaits your selection, yet seems utterly indifferent to it.
The desk is as you left it.
You take out the medical dummy once more.
The metal drawer slides out nearly soundlessly, revealing rows of official-looking folders.
'RE-NO-TEL.' The ringing feels like it's come from another reality entirely.
"Back again, CASCADE? Might want to, you know, get the fuck on with it."
The 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.
You approach your double. A faint line of drool darkens the sheet.
"Loneliest... of towns..."
"I already told you, miss. You can't come through here. Try the other entrance." He waves you off.
You return to the framed photographs.
"I told you this place is off-limits. It's been targeted by a gang." He shakes his head.
With the carabinero uniform on, you remember Vespar in his -- cape roiling like smoke under dim lights, boots scuffing cobblestones. He…
He ignores you, transfixed by the woman above.
There's nothing to do here.
You return to one of the city's ancient benches. It welcomes you.
"Hello, hero."
An assortment of cargo crates sits in waiting, adorned with faint chalk marks and bright yellow labels.
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.
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."
H.S. Lastra's blood-obsessed pulp epic awaits you.
With awkward reverence, you approach the shrine again.
He turns his head toward you in slow-motion and barely.
"You've come back."
"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 cleaning tuk-tuk with its soap bubbles and secrets seems almost prestigious now.
It all happens in milliseconds. A sharp blow to your elbow, the flashlight flying out of your grasp...
"Thanks again for clearing out the squatters. I won't forget that." He nods, then looks away.
You approach Shelves B and C once more.
"As I suspected, my sources were very pleased with your work. Well done, Hershel. It's an honour to work with you again."
"Fuck off, Tigerpussy."
"Yyyes?" Again the heavy, authoritative Azzurri voice comes through.
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