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.

Grey Matterspace to think: +1
Technoflexfeeling sci-fi: +1
Sensorslimited view: -1

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Grey Matter: +1
Technoflex: +1
Sensors: -1

Conditioning

The unread half

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Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

The world is not where you left it.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

If he moves, might not be a clean kill...

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

No one would notice, or care, around here if you were to help yourself to its monetary takings.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

That explains the cardboard boxes littering the theatre lobby.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

In all likelihood, that's the door the GM is guarding.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

There's a small room to the east. Might be worth a look.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Like a guerilla fighter in the depths of this human jungle, you have gathered piece by piece the tools for your campaign.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Memories dormant in the paving stones and eaves are beginning to rise. The air itself grows heavy with past sensations.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

You went East -- he went South.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

The water won't drain unless it has somewhere to go.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

They were waiting for him, like they're waiting for you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Cave-people didn't crawl into a dark hole and call it home. They constructed shelters in the mouths of caves -- where it's light.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Foot. The bed frame.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Janitor? That's why she's the one who let you in -- she's in charge of the doors.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

That's the poetry magazine you've heard about. Has its offices nearby -- or, at least, it did.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Whatever's down there is a secret, kept even from her.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

The poet got halfway through the critique, balled up the paper, and threw it in the bin behind them.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

The pawprints are leading to the shed.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Renotel -- the dolphin payphones. Invisible courier of the city.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 8

Stage separation events and plum signatures were observed fourteen times above Luzian airspace in the past decade alone.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Far more vivid than before.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

She married a man who knows everybody's name and address and has access to their correspondence. Clever, ESTOC.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Cosy and unkempt. Not like the impersonal cleanliness of the doctor's clinic below.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Occupying the space of another.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Around you, hundreds of landlines run up and down the pylon.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

A cargo boat brushes gently against the canal. The smell of fuel oil hangs heavy in the air.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Something different about the projections just now. Against the old Palace of Culture.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

A cross section of the city would be a cliff face eroded by floods, political tides, and fossils of forgotten hardware.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

You just need to find a way in. Look for a fancy callbox.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

That expensive callbox you found checks all the marks. Give that another try.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

What little light enters the shack glints off moist surfaces never before exposed to the air.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

She's hovering by a sink full of dirty dishes, offer to help with them.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

He'd gone to ground. Hiding -- or maybe just counting out the days.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Around you, the barren sterility of a place where near everything of worth has been extracted, leaving only gargantuan ruins and stunted plant life. It's hard to argue her point here.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Well-built, Luzian accent. Strategically positioned near the phone. He's one of the Lich's guards.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

The Weeping Eye do not care about knock-off toys. If they're here then something is happening levels above her head.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

A mere four-hour flight, but there are no commercial flights between Portofiro and the Illuminated Empire.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Elevated, isolated -- a space in which it is possible to live amongst others without descending into worry about their intentions.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Synaptic routes light up. A grid of variables emerges: timing, sight lines, crowd density...

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Whoever attended the debaucherous party that was held here should have a good idea of which orifice you should check next.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Whoever attended whatever it was that went down here should have a good idea of which orifice you should check next.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

With none of the griminess of the surrounding neighbourhood.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

The tunnel, it's everything you imagined it to be.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

The offerings on the shrine altar are a mix of the old and the new -- though the recent additions are fewer in number.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

With the notable exception of the Miracle Line, which remains on a wired connection.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

With any luck, it can show you the signal that goes directly to the prisoner's intercom.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

A wound in the city's flesh. An orifice where the metal veins that twist and knot below your feet are exposed for a moment.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

Specifically the dual centres of Bootleg Bazaar and Party Alley, immediately surrounding you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

It could conceivably let you tap into the Miracle Line.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 9

If what she says is true, then that payphone might be another way for you to get into the basement of that magzine office.