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Perceptions and pleasures of the phenomenal world. Notice details that others miss.
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- Eager Wolf Cup +1Eager Wolf CupTools
More dog-like than wolf, this one is boasts a staff, crystal ball, and an expression of innocence. High-Grip Gloves -1High-Grip GlovesClothing
The rough pads on the inside of these gloves generate so much friction, you practically stick to things.Leather Trousers +1Leather Trousers₽ 35Clothing
The thin leather pants cling so tight it feels as if they're hardly being worn at all. Mascot Head -1Mascot HeadClothing
Mr. Quisach Pelota Club Visor +1Quisach Pelota Club VisorClothing
A high-vis display of loyalty, reminiscent of a silk moth -- Quisach PC's mascot. Pencil Skirt +1Pencil SkirtClothing
Made from a wrinkle-free synthetic blend. Spacecraft Specialist Cap +2Spacecraft Specialist CapClothing
A soft-shell relic, once donned by technicians who could calculate re-entry vectors in their sleep. Stubborn Wolf Cup +1Stubborn Wolf CupTools
A novelty drinking cup, based on the Luzian cartoon 66 Wolves. Twinkle Lights +1Twinkle LightsClothing
Necklace made of holiday lightsUshanka Hat -1Ushanka HatClothing
A coarse crown of faux-fur and wool, with earflaps. Limpador Hood -1Limpador HoodClothing
Thick rubber and a hard plastic screen complete this hermetic cage for your head.
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Voices in
330Shiny plastic tablecloth, scent of lemon disinfectant.
'Beinvenido a la Calle del Partido'.
The wind carries their faint, sweet smell.
A rainbow of lipstick kisses covers the page.
Phantom power is set to 'on'.
Something catches your eye...
An aging telephone, scorched on the hob side.
Badly sun damaged, you can just make out the station name 'Calle del Partido'.
A welder's mask with few burn marks.
The soft glint of light on plastic.
A fine spray of mist coats your eyelashes.
Crochet cushions.
Propped open to let in fresh air.
'NO TRESPASSING! BUILDING CONDEMNED'
A view out to sea -- bobbing buoys, phantom ship lights.
The window is fogged from the inside.
Water echoes in the pipes.
The crumpled paper should crinkle in your hand, but it doesn't, stained with something rancid and dank.
The bottom of the boat is filled with abalone shells.
You step over the threshold and into a memory. This place -- this bar -- the centre of the frozen world.
The faded number on the door reads '#1'.
Itchy.
They must have assembled the pipes here.
More takeout boxes that once held fried shrimp.
One of the fuses is held together with a coin.
Fryer grease and desiccated shrimp tails.
A sound like a rabbit's heartbeat escapes from the man's headphones.
They say that, once, a whole tribe stumbled upon the valley during their winter migration, and they became enamoured with those plants --…
Beware, CASCADE. You have seen how easily you can be shelved. As soon as your assignment is over, all bets are off.
How many full moons have you seen in your lifetime?