The totality of facts about the world. Episodic memory, training, and education. The past in the present.
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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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Voices in
233"I believe... this is where I'm supposed to offer you a deal."
Last week's paper.
Boxes of fried shrimp from a long-closed chain restaurant.
Posters for 'GRASSHOPPER IN HELL' and 'IRON PETAL IV'.
The groundwater here was contaminated a long time ago.
This is the door you came in from. Muffled voices rise from the shop below.
Old steps, worn in the middle. They remember every visitor.
This sign used to have a name on it, before the years smeared it away.
The toothy likeness of Sweet Nestor sneers at you from the stucco wall.
Candles laid for the blood of their enemies.
Copper light spilled across Party Alley. With the tip of his cigarette, Vespar indicated another building. You'd lost track of how many.
Amid the chaos and disrepair, the ghost of what this room used to look like emerges for a moment:
The iron railing sagged beneath your elbows when Tempo leaned on it beside you.
An ad for secondhand pelota equipment, 'Match Tested'.
'Derecha: PALACE OF CULTURE'
Tempo's office should be behind this door.
Fig rolls used to cool here.
Admiral Oro. You recognise his name from a college class on the history of genocide.
'NEW OPENING HOURS: 15:30 -- 09:30'.
Your flashlight beam pans across a series of steel shelves on floor rails. Some aisles sit half open.
Stopping abruptly by the Honour book stall, your double HOLOCENE opens the duffel bag he has been carrying with him and begins depositing…
You scan the noticeboards for names you recognise -- none stand out.
Petrol extracted from Rustam, refined in Agora Minor, imported at high premiums.
You had meant to demonstrate to Karolina how to infiltrate an apartment -- instead, one of you knocked over a flowerpot and you had to dart…
Flyers for shows, rallies... all far in the past.
High-clearance badge request for 'Tiago Silva'. Dated 76.
A stray cat hops soundlessly over a nearby wall. Your double turns to you.
Doors crowd you, stacked upon each other. Behind one of them -- your former asset, ESTOC, draped in a see-through cloak.
An ad for a new film. The release date was six months ago.
Eszti and her husband in family photographs.
Signed by Cheve Grijalva, a Quisach striker known for his femur-splintering fouls.
Reminds you of your year 8 school trip to the Landau oil refinery.
Small white flowers have opened up at the touch of a sunbeam, tight buds unfurling. Pale, fragile things.
The sounds of plates clattering call to mind the first time you met Eszti. She's waiting for you in the corner of a restaurant occupying…
This must be the collapsed awning over the main entrance.
New wires cleanly spliced into old circuitry. Days, maybe weeks of work.
Submechanophobia: the fear of sunken manmade objects.
You catch sight of Sweet Nestor's moustache on crumpled fabric.
'Overdue'... 'overdrawn'... overstretched, overworked, underpaid.
Building abandoned, sign vandalised beyond recognition.
Portofiro's classic Cinema Kosmos, now abandoned and missing a letter.
'Fine local goods, finer global tastes'.
Nothing can be seen through the opaque glass of that narrow window, but you know exactly what's on the other side: a cramped, dirty…
Blood-red banners for Supreme Leader Nestor.
You were panting from the run over, heart thudding in your ears. Hours late. There was an astral door beside that trash can and an exchange…
Your eyes struggle to adjust to the dim light provided by the recessed bulb above you.
The skyline of Portofiro's crescent coast looms across the bay.
Empty OXEN Bocks bottles. Label says they expire in two years.
Iron Petal IV was playing on the television -- our heroine finally had Johnny Khasm at her mercy on the peak of Mount Raa. Karolina's foot…
A ladder hugs the edge of the canal, rust eating at its rungs. Darkened patches show where the water level has risen, lowered, then risen…