Things on your mind lately: the nature of existence and the potential pointlessness of everything. What does it all mean? Using the powers of major depression and contemporary philosophy, you’ve reached some startling conclusions…

Grey MatterMaximum rank: +2

When 'Delirious':

Gain 'Beyond the City' Status Effect

Dissonance active

When failing Grey Matter Skill Checks

The unread half

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Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Different to the rest of the screens, calmer yet with more potential.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The city reconfigures itself around him, stranger and scarier than it was before.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The vicinity displays a marked absence of 'new friends'.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Raised in a military boarding school while her family disappeared into camps marked on no map.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A ghost in the system.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A romantic image drawn from postcards issued by the Tourism Bureau.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

You picture your interlocutor, ankle-deep in dirty water, less than a metre away. He's not used to standing this long. He rests his arm atop the intercom's cool metal.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

It's the damp. Your lungs have probably aged two years since stepping foot in this office.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The keystone.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A relay of chatter. Invisible poetry that travels above and between the walking heads of the city.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Below you, the social static of the bazaar, muffled by distance.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

True. That money goes quite some way to systematically dividing the population, whether people like it or not.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / < 10

Suddenly, you are struck by the horrible feeling that something obvious is eluding you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

You often find inspiration in the allure of architecture. Use that.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Pause for a moment. Take a step back to examine what you are seeing.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A high-pressure system hovers between the two women.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

As if the city itself is winking at you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The earth is alive; it breathes and shifts in its sleep. Concrete does not. The building is going to collapse.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The kind of places that need security intercoms: Gated communities. Government buildings. Prisons.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / < 10

Wait, you don't actually know where his studio is... do you?

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Strange. Somehow you do know where his studio is, despite having never been there before.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Your inner ear fills with the groans of ancient machinery, hydraulic mechanisms, your nostrils with the smell of exhaust and heavy fuel oils.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The signal blockers: wiry battlements like the skeletons of titanic insects face out across the strait on Portofiro's most desolate shore, snagging Luzian radiowaves as they enter.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / < 10

Definitely came from there. It's just a little coward patch, nestled in the corner like it's hiding from you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

No condensation, moisture stains, or signs of dripping. Not the origin point.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

No planned space for greenery either. No building was ever finished other than the silo itself.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

And somewhere beyond them: the shores of La Luz.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The city hems you in. All of its potential escape routes suddenly seem like doors crudely painted on brick walls.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

His ideas will spread across the city, passed down through generations, like paranoiac family heirlooms.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

A place where you grow up with the same people, watch their faces change, their dogs die. It's home.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

She glances at her own wares, daring them to challenge her on the fact.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Look at these clothes -- she wouldn't know gare in a circus. It's absolutely the same man.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

He still sweeps up there, though.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Because this place feels hollow enough as is.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Far off Portofiro's beaten tourist path.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

No one will find your body down here. The water will cover you up.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Direct line of sight to the Campaign from here. You can see all of Party Alley from its top floor.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

They only bloom at dawn -- most of the day, nearby buildings block out the light.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

They'll bloom again tomorrow morning, so long as the sun is out.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Stranded on the island of you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Novessa sputters beneath an implacable leaden sky. Smoke billows from Obrekh furnaces. Stone gryphons leer down on Kalandar Square. Rail lines thread through blocks of dark slate and vermillion-streaked towers. The streets teem with people -- an endless, thrumming patchwork of crimson, charcoal, and indigo.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

An offering will be made to Rotanev the next time she can get out to the Pitol Tract.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The planet's surface may blister, but the clay beneath remains ever mutable.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Beyond the curved windows, fields and suburbs of identical single-story houses. When they dim the coach lights, stars come out in force.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The view was tremendous, best in the district. Well worth the climb.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The echoes fill the empty space perversely. It used to be a palace.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Septimus presses it a lot.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Tactical misfire -- always leave yourself a clean exit.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The key that requires a key.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

It's a shortcut. But whose?