Spring_2023_workshop

You float in salt water. The skin on your fingertips and your back are starting to pucker. There is a crash in the distance. A sky of warm purple rimmed with cool orange hangs far above you. Glass is shattering somewhere off away, in another place, another time. The clouds are starting to swirl. Your mind is at ease. [[Look towards the clouds->Dream2]] [[Focus on the noise->Awake1]] (set: $time to 15) (set: $finalTime to 60) (set: $watchCheck to (macro: [ (if: $time > $finalTime)[(output:)[(go-to:"watchTimeOut")]] (else:)[(output:)[]] ])) (set: $watchTime to (macro: [ (set: $hour to (floor: $time / 60)) (set: $minute to $time - $hour * 60) (if: $minute < 10)[(set: $minute to "0" + (str:$minute))] (else:)[(set: $minute to (str:$minute))] (output:)[Your watch says its (print: (str: 3 + $hour) + ":" + $minute)am.]])) (set: $watchLink to (macro: str-type _linkText, str-type _page, [ (if: $time > $finalTime)[(output:)[(link-goto: _linkText, "watchTimeOut")]] (else:)[(output:)[(link-goto: _linkText, _page)]] ])) (set: $alarmOn to true) (set: $inventory to (ds:)) (set: $knowledge to (ds:)) (set: $stonerFirst to true) (set: $gunFirst to true) (set: $gunLockOut to false) (set: $panicFirst to true) (set: $psychicFirst to true) (set: $truthCount to 0) (set: $stoner1 to true) (set: $stoner2 to true) (set: $stoner3 to true) (set: $gun1 to true) (set: $psychic1 to true) (set: $psychic2 to true) (set: $deed1 to true) (set: $deed2 to true) (set: $deed3 to true) (set: $deed4 to true)

There is a mass of clouds, in the vague shape of a volumptous lizard, directly above you. A distant scrapping is coming from somewhere. On your left, maybe the west, a slender cloud reaches out, like a finger, to the lizard. It touches the creature oh so gently. [[Continue with the clouds->Dream3]] [[What is that noise?->Awake1]]

You wake up in your bed. (if: $alarmOn)[You instinctively snooze the bedside alarm.] The lights are off, but you still feel the metal springs of your mattress. You got it at a yard sale a month after moving in and your friend Ringo strapped it to (link-reveal: "the top of his sedan.")[ It was probably the pot hole on Murray St. that popped a few springs loose.] The clock next to you says its around 3 am, so its time to get up anyways. But as you swing your legs over the bed and rub your eyes, you hear your front door slam shut. (link:"Turn on the lights")[You your room lights up. Its a squat box that only fits a twin sized bed and a night stand. Your TV is hanging from the ceiling by bungee cords and Command hooks. Outside your window is an empty street.] [[Go to the living room->LivingRoom]] (link:"Wait, I'm friends with a Beatles member?")[No, but he was in a Pink Floyd cover band.]

The finger begins to curl around the central mass. A squeal echos around you. Another cloud, from your north, pushes into view. A second squeal plays. The new cloud starts to take up most of the sky. It is nimbus, bringing cold air and causing waves in the water. Your eyes dip below the surface. A metal clang rings underwater. [[Pull your self up to breathe->Dream4]] [[The rest of the sea is silent, where are these noises?->Awake1]]

As you gasp for air on the water's surface, waves come pounding above you, stinging your eyes with brine and tossing your limp body. Through it all, a cocaphony blasts your ears. A plate smashed. A drawer rummaged. A window cracked. A door slammed. It all reverberates through your skull, and as you finally regain sight, you are met with the white froth of a tsunami. [[Dive under the wave->AwakeAlarm]] [[WHOSE PLATE WAS SMASHED->AwakeAlarm]]

BLAM BLAM BLAM Your alarm clock is going off on your night stand. [[Turn it off and wake up->Awake1]] (set: $alarmOn to false)

The living room is a complete mess. Your coffee table is turned over, shelves are on the ground, books and papers are everywhere. The ceiling fan is dangling by its wires. You can peer into your kitchenette and see the cupboards destroyed. Most of the damage is around your desk. Something smashed your PC monitor and your safe had been blasted open, probably with a blowtorch. Inside you a rage is burning up to your throat from your lower intestine. ($watchCheck:) [["Oh FUCK"->LivingRoomInvestigation]] [["...I need to stop taking melatonin"->LivingRoomInvestigation]] [[Let the emotions simmer for a bit.->LivingRoomInvestigation]] [[Use the bathroom->Mirror]]

You look around at your living room. Despite the mess, you're not missing a lot, only ''cat themed salt and pepper shakers'' from the kitchen, a ''blue plunger'' from the bathroom, a ''collector's edition of the 1965 novel SAND'' from your desk, and ''//the deed to your family's failing sheep farm//'' from the safe. The sheep farm is a prized family heirloom, having been passed down for five generations on your dad's side, and it's the only thing worth any money. It's also in your best interest to wrap this up before 4 am, which is when you need to go to work. If you show up late again, you'll get fired and lose the free lunch benefits, which is too good a value to lose. ($watchTime:) [[Pull on some pants and head out to the hallway.->Hallway]] [[Put on some sandles and enter the hallway.->Hallway]] [[Just walkout in your underwear.->Hallway]]

($watchTime:) You have to go to work now. Sure, you're going to lose a prized family heirloom and greatly disappoint your father, but you got to get that free lunch. [[Go to work.]] (link:"Rewind time and restart.")[(restart:)]

Apartment 902's door has ash coating its top frame. If you lean near it, you can get a whiff of weed coming from inside. The last few times you saw 902's resident, she was carrying in pizza and green jars in the same psychedelic sweater. You vaguely remember her not being so mellow when you first moved in, but you two have never talked enough to know her name. ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) [[Knock at the door->StonerDoor2]] (link:"Try the door knob")[It's unlocked. [[Walk in?->EnterStoner]]] [[Go to another apartment->Hallway]]

You knock on the door. You hear someone shuffle around inside, so you wait a minute. But after a little too long, you knock a second time. Now you hear voice yelling out. "The door is open." (set: $time to $time + 1) ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) [[Enter the room.->EnterStoner]] [[Go to another apartment->Hallway]]

(if: $stonerFirst)[You immediately get blasted with weed smoke. The entire apartment is getting hotboxed with something really cheap. It's enough to make you gag, though you've only smoked a bit in high school. It's more likely you're just a pussy. "Hello." A lump of hair and wool is addressing you from the couch. She's looking at you with sleepless eyes and a yellow smile. "Welcome to the par-tay."(set: $stonerFirst to false)(set: $time to $time + 3)] The living room is smaller than yours. The coffee table is covered with rolling paper, grinders, empty jars, and matches. A bong is wedged between the couch cushions, next to The Stoner, who's just chilling. The kitchen is a nightmare of dirty plates and rotting left overs, the latter of which the weed is masking very well. To one side there is a bookshelf full of textbooks and a few college degrees framed on the wall above. The bedroom and bathroom doors are past the couch. ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) (if: $stoner1)[["I'm guessing you've been here all night?"]] (if: $stoner2)[["Have you heard anything suspicious outside?"]] (if: "bluePlunger" is in $inventory and $stoner3)[["Why do you have my blue plunger?"]] [[Checkout the bedroom.->StonerBedroom]] [[Checkout the bathroom.->StonerBathroom]] [[Leave the apartment.->Hallway]]

The hallway's carpet smells like cat piss, even though you're sure that no one on the floor has a pet cat. The stairwell is closed off due to asbestos, and the elevator is too slow and loud for you to overlook someone using it, so the perp has to be on this floor. (set: $time to $time + 0) ($watchTime:) [[Go to apartment 902, which you think belongs to a professor.->StonerDoor1]] [[Go to apartment 903, which you think is kept clean.->GunDoor1]] [[Go to apartment 904, which you think is a tutoring business.->PsychicDoor1]] [[Go to apartment 905, which you think a musician lives.->LibraryDoor1]]

"yeah, just chilling." A long moment passes between you two, and then she points at you. "Do you want know the secret to the universe?" (set: $stoner1 to false)(set: $time to $time + 1) [["Yeah sure."]] [["I'll pass."->EnterStoner]]

She opens her eyes a bit more and cranes her neck a bit more. "Hmmm, no, like, not at all." (set: $stoner2 to false) [["Oh, well that's a shame."->EnterStoner]] [["Nothing in the last hour?"]] [["Really, cause my door has bashed in and I'm really concerned for the safety of our community."]]

The bedroom is baren except for a laptop and a matress on the ground. The floor has several indents which suggest tables and a bed frame, but they're no longer here. Even the ceiling light cover is missing. (set: $time to $time + 1) ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) [[Go back to the living room->EnterStoner]]

The bathroom floor is wet. A blue plunger, //your// blue plunger, is sticking out of the toliet, which is still overflowing with a trickle of water. The sink has a layer of grime on it. The bath tub has a math equation themed shower curtain. (set: $time to $time + 1) ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) (link:"Pull out your plunger")[(set: $inventory to $inventory + (ds:"bluePlunger"))It takes a few pulls, but you get your plunger back.(set: $time to $time + 1)] (link:"Check the sink cabinets")[In the cabinets below the sink there is a red plunger, brand new, as well as cleaning supplies and cobwebs.] (link:"Pull back the shower curtain")[The tub has been turned into an open air tank for a fat toad. It's complete with pebbles, plastic ferns, and a pond. He blinks at you.] [[Go back to the living room->EnterStoner]]

Apartment 903's door is spotless. It even has a layer of varnish, making it's red wood pop. A soft scraping sound can be heard from the other side. You rarely see anyone enter or leave the apartment, though they do get a lot of packages and food delivered to their door. [[Knock at the door.->GunDoor2]] (link:"Try the doorknob.")[It shocks you with a static charge. It's locked.] [[Go to another apartment->Hallway]]

(if: $gunLockOut)[As you step towards the apartment, you hear the sound of a shotgun pump from behind the door. Better to just not bother. [[Just walk back.->Hallway]]](else:)[(if: $gunFirst)[You knock, and before you even rest your arm at your side, the door opens ajar with it's chain. Two beady blue eyes stare back at you. Their owner has a crew cut and a scar on his nose. "Mornin'. Can I help ya?" (set: $time to $time + 2) ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) [["Yeah, did you hear any noises next door?"]] [["Uhhh, actually no."->Hallway]] ] (else:)[Before you even raise your arm, The Nut opens the door for you. "Come right in." ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) [[Walk in.->GunLivingRoom]] [["No thanks."->Hallway]] ]]

He looks past you into the halways, as if he's looking for someone else. "Yeah, I heard them alright." (set: $time to $time + 1) [["What did you hear?"]] [["Do you know who made them?"]]

Apartment 904's door has a sign on it advertising "READINGS & FORTUNES: PSYCHIC MEDIUM SERVICES 24/7" in a purple serif font. Below is a smaller sign that says "OPEN". From where you're standing you can smell incense. The current tenent has only been here for about six months, but over that time you've already seen three construction notices on the door. Sometimes when you're heading to work you see a stranger walk in. Everytime its a different person. [[Knock.->PsychicDoor2]] [[Try the door knob.->PsychicDoor2]] [[Go to another apartment->Hallway]]

As soon as you touch the door, it opens on its own. You see a table with burning incense infront of a dressing screen with a sign. The screen turns the living room into a little corridor going both left and right. The sign says "Front Desk" with an arrow pointing right. ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) [[Enter and go right->PsychicDesk1]] [[Enter and go left->PsychicKitchen]] [[Go to another apartment->Hallway]]

To the screen's right is the rest of the living room, which is now fashoned into an office, complete with filing cabinets, chrystal ball, and a talking fish plaque.In the middle of the space is a plywood desk where a large man in a purple robe is reading a tome. On the desk is a deck of tarot cards and cat themed salt and pepper shakers. (if: $psychicFirst)[The man looks up from his reading to look at you, and with a grin says "Good morning, welcome to DiBartolo psychic services. You may call me Vinny but be warned that the Spirits refer to me as Grand Medium."(set: $psychicFirst to false)](else:)["Welcome back."] The Pyschic puts the tome on his desk. ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) (link:"Do you get a lot of customers at this hour?")["Spirits don't follow our sleep cycle, so my services are available at all hours."] (if: $psychic1)[["Did you hear any noise from apartment 901?"]] (if: $psychic2)[["Are those my shakers?"]] [["I know you have my deed."]] [[Go back to the screen->PsychicDoor2]]

To the screen's left is a kitchen. It's slightly larger than yours and it has an fully stocked spice rack in artisanal glass jars. The walls are ornimented with ceramic plates that reference chakra and qi. The incense from the waiting room still overwhelms the room's smell. (set: $time to $time + 2) (link:"Search the drawers.")[They're neatly packed with cutlery and table cloths.(set: $time to $time + 1)] (link:"Check the fridge.")[Stocked with protein shakes.(set: $time to $time + 1)] (link:"Look at the trash.")[Filled with empty microwave dinners and beer cans.(set: $time to $time + 1)] [[Go back to the screen->PsychicDoor2]]

"Not at all. And for good reason to. If my ambience is interrupted I can lose my connection to the spirit world. I installed sound proof walls just for that reason." (set: $psychic1 to false)(set: $time to $time + 2) [["Makes sense."->PsychicDesk1]] [["...Sure buddy."->PsychicDesk1]]

The Psychic smacks his lips and continues staring at you. "Which shakers?" (set: $psychic2 to false)(set: $time to $time + 4) [["The shakers on your desk."->ShakersQuestion]] [["My shakers on your desk."->ShakersQuestion]] (link: "My shakers on my desk.")["...We both know you don't own this desk."] [["You know which shakers."->ShakersQuestion]]

The Psychic raises an eyebrow, but keeps his customer service smile. "How are you so sure?" (set: $time to $time + 1) (if: "catShakers" is in $knowledge and $deed1)[(link:"You have my cat shakers.")[(set: $deed1 to false)(set: $truthCount to $truthCount + 2)(if: $truthCount < 3)["I'm sure its just a coincidence."](else:)[(go-to:"FinalAnswer")]]] (if: "book" is in $knowledge and $deed2)[(set: $deed2 to false)(set: $truthCount to $truthCount + 1)(link:"You gave my SAND books to the library at 905.")[(if: $truthCount < 3)["I give out those stamps to all my clients."](else:)[(go-to:"FinalAnswer")]]] (if: "robe" is in $knowledge and $deed3)[(set: $deed3 to false)(set: $truthCount to $truthCount + 1)(link:"The Stoner saw a man wearing your robe in my apartment.")[(if: $truthCount < 3)["...It's a rental. A rental robe. Anyone else could've been wearing it before me."](else:)[(go-to:"FinalAnswer")]]] (if: "video" is in $knowledge and $deed4)[(set: $deed4 to false)(set: $truthCount to $truthCount + 2)(link:"The Nut has video footage of you breaking down my door.")[(if: $truthCount < 3)["Well, uh... whatever I have a good lawyer."](else:)[(go-to:"FinalAnswer")]]] [["Let me get back to you on this."->PsychicDesk1]]

His smile grows wider. "Ok, if they're your shakers, then what color are they?" [["Blue and green."->ShakersWrong]] [["White and black."->ShakersWrong]] [["Tan and black."->ShakersCorrect]] (link:"Look at the color of the cat shakers.")[NOTE TO EDITOR: Write cat colors.]

The Psychic's smile grows so large that you're convinced he tore a muscle. The wall fish snaps towards you and barks, "//UH OH, YOU SNAPPED THE LINE!//". "Oh you can clearly see that these shakers are tan and black. If you can't even list a simple fact like that, then they're clearly not yours." [["Oh, I guess you're right, my mistake."->PsychicDesk1]] [["They're still mine, no matter what you say."->PsychicDesk1]] [["Go fuck yourself."->PsychicDesk1]]

Instantly the Psychic's smile drops and a child-like annoyance passes onto his face. "...Oh fine, I guess these //could// be yours." (set: $knowledge to $knowledge + (ds:"catShakers")) (link:"So where did you get them?")["None of your business."] (link:"Did you enter my house?")["Of course not."] [["I'm glad we agree."->PsychicDesk1]]

Thanks for playing! Written and designed by Jorge Velasquez (link:"Restart the game.")[(restart:)]

She continues to stare out into space with her head at a 30 degree angle. You start to worry for her chiropractor. She meekly says, "...naw man...naw." (set: $time to $time + 1) [[She's too high to have noticed anything.->EnterStoner]] [["So you've just been chilling quietly all night?"]] [["Have you checked outside your hallway tonight?"]]

Her eyes widen a bit. "Oh whaaat, like that's dangerous. Hope you find him." (set: $time to $time + 1) [["Find who?"]] [["Yeah, it is."->EnterStoner]]

"Naw, uh, actually, yeah, like, I have." She glances at the table, as if looking forsomething, but clearly doesn't find it. (set: $time to $time + 1) [[Turn your focus back on the room.->EnterStoner]]

"Uh got pizza like a, half an hour ago. Like 10 ish?" The pizza box is empty on the floor by the bookshelves. (set: $time to $time + 1) [[Turn your focus back on the room.->EnterStoner]]

The Stoner processes that information for a minute. "...wait a..." She then suddenly sits straight up and puts her hands on her lap. "Oh, thats, uh, mine, I just have a blue plunger. It's normal." (set: $stoner3 to false) [["Blue plungers aren't common."]] [["You're lying, you've been in my apartment."]] [["Oh yeah, good point."->EnterStoner]]

Instantly, she retorts, "Yes they are. Everyone has them." [["You're lying, you've been in my apartment."]] [["No they don't."]]

She looks at you with sheepish eyes. "...Ok yeah, I did hear some noise from your place. Like, my toilet got clogged and I couldn't find my plunger, and when I heard your door breaking in I went over to look, and then I thought you might have a thing, so I checked and I saw a man in the kitchen with a ''purple robe'', but the bathroom was free so I got the thing and then fixed my toilet ok, like, I'm really sorry I just don't know where mine went and I was nervious about the water and I just smoked like all day and uh, um, yeah..." (set: $knowledge to $knowledge + (ds:"robe"))(set: $time to $time + 2) (link:"Ok, that's enough, don't worry.")["...thanks."] (link:"Don't do that again.")[Her face turns sour, and for a flash she looks are you with scorn. She quickly goes back to normal.] [[Leave the apartment.->Hallway]]

"Yes they do." [["No they don't."]] [["You broke into my house"->"You're lying, you've been in my apartment."]]

"That guy who broke your door." [["Ah, got it."->EnterStoner]]

(if: $gunFirst)[You smell the gunpowder and varnish first. Lining the walls are racks of fire arms. Shotgun, rifles, pistols, revolvers. Enough to stock a militia. And to the right side is a massive computer terminal with 4 monitors, all showing different angles of the outside hallway and building entrance.(set: $gunFirst to false)](else:)[Guns are all over the walls and to the right are the security monitors.] In middle of the room is a workbench with a disassembled shotgun and some jars of paint. The Nut is already sitting at the bench, checking a few slugs. The AC is set to max. ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) (link:"\"You have an expensive collection.\"")["No price is too high for freedom."] (if: $gun1)[["So what do you want to show me?"]] [[Leave the apartment.->Hallway]]

"Oh I heard some banging and some clanking. Sounds like he made a mess of the place." (set: $time to $time + 1) [["Do you know who made the banging and clanking?"->"Do you know who made them?"]] [["Wait, 'he'?"]]

He checks behind you again, and then looks back into his own apartment. He then leans close to you, wedging his lips in the door crack, and whispers. "It's 'em g-men that've been snooping around. They're planting radar systems in our walls. Now I think they're breaking into our homes." He looks at you in the eyes, gauging your micro movements. (set: $time to $time + 2) [[Stare back with a confused face.]] [[Stare back with a grim face.]] [["...that's fucking stupid, it's clearly just a robber, they weren't subtle at all."]] [["...you're right...dear god it all makes sense now, of course."]]

"Yeah, they only hire men." [["//Who?//"->"Do you know who made them?"]]

"well if ya don't believe me, let me show ya." He unlocks the door. [[Walk in.->GunLivingRoom]]

"hmm, yeah, their magnets are giving you visions too? Come in, let me show you the truth." He unlocks the door. [[Walk in.->GunLivingRoom]]

"hehe, you just don't know. Come in, I'll show ya." He unlocks the door. [[Walk in.->GunLivingRoom]]

He jolts away from you and then squints hard at you, inspecting you from top to bottom. "Oh, I know this trick. No one in their right mind accepts the truth like that. Naw, ya one of 'em." A pistol barrel pops out of the door. "Get going, or a blow your leg off." He then slams the door in your face. (set: $gunLockOut to true) [[...well that could've gone better.->Hallway]]

The Nut gets up from his bench, and motions towards the computer terminal. "This baby, this is my most prized possession. The key to winnin' any war is information." He presses a few buttons, and on one of the monitors a folder opens up with a bunch of video files. One of them starts playing, showing a cop loitering about the building's front entrance. "Here. This guy, I've never seen him before. And I've paid off the cops to show me their staff. He's a mole." The Nut switches to another video, this time it's a delivery person bringing a (link-reveal: "package to your apartment.")[ Looks like it was the rice cooker you just got.] "And here, we have another mole. I paid off the UPS store down the road too, and this guy isn't on their roster either." And then he switches to another recording. Its timestamp is about an hour ago, and it shows a man picking the lock on your door. He's wearing a ''purple robe and has slicked back hair''. "And this fucker. Yeah this new guy. Opening a store in the middle of our floor. The nerve. I paid off the landlord, but he won't tell me anything about this guy. I think they're in cahoots." (set: $knowledge to $knowledge + (ds:"video"))(set: $gun1 to false)(set: $time to $time + 5) (link:"\"Can you send me this video?\"")["Yeah, I'll get it on floppy disk and slip it under ya door." He then murmurs, "No one can hack floppy disks."] [["Thanks for the help." Leave.->Hallway]]

Apartment 905's door has a deposit box built into it, and a sign that reads 'BOOK RETURN'. If you lean in, you can hear faint classical music playing. Any time you bump into a stranger in the elevator, nine times out of ten they're going to this apartment. The door is always open, though tou've never entered yourself. Right now, the door is closed. ($watchTime:)($watchCheck:) (link:"Knock at the door.")[You knock, but even after a minute you get no response.(set: $time to $time + 1)] (link:"Try the doorknob.")[Instead of a homey door knob, it's a door lever. Perfect for velociraptors. Also its locked.] (link:"Check the deposit box.")[As you peer into the deposit box, you can make out a stack of books in the dim light. The hole is barely large enough to fit your hand. It will take a while to search the box. (link:"Reach into the box")[After an excruciating ten minutes, you pop out your thumb so you can grab the top book. Once you pull it out and pop your thumb back into place, you see that it's your copy of //SAND//, and there's a letter slipped inside. It's sealed and has a homemade stamp printed by "READINGS & FORTUNES".(set: $time to $time + 10)]] [[Go to another apartment->Hallway]]

The Psychic leans back, and thinks for a minute, and then tilts toward you again with a million dollar smile. "Alright, you have enough evidence, so I won't play games. Yes, I entered your home. I need the sheep, its as simple as that. I also took the opportunity to pay back a debt and do some redecorating around here, but I'm sure you don't mind that." He gets up from his chair and walks over to a filing cabinet while clutching his bathrobe belt. He pulls out the deed and puts it on the desk as he sits back down. "I want to offer you a job." (link:"Grab the deed.")[You go to snatch the deed, but the Psychic is quicker than you thought. He slams his hand on it, pinning it to the table. The wall fish barks, "//WATCH OUT PARTNER, YOU'RE REELING IN TOO FAST!//"] [["What job?"]] [["Just give me the deed."]]

The Psychic opens his mouth a bit, revealing a gold molar. He stretches his hands and lays them flat on the table. "Why I'm glad you asked." [[Listen on and change your whole life.->Go to work.]]

The Psychic shows his palms. "Come on, don't you want to hear me out?" [["I can sue you for breaking and entering."]] [["...alright, sure."->"What job?"]]

The Psychic drops the smile, and just looks at you annoyed. "Fine, take the damn deed. I'll even write out a check to cover damages so you can just go to your dead end job. I'll warn you though, in five years time you'll be kicking yourself for not taking my offer." The Psychic picks up his tome and swivels his chair away from you. [[Pick up the deed and go to work.->Go to work.]]

She's still for a bit, and then leans over the table. "So, like, it starts with, uhhhhh, how's your linear algebra?" The Stoner starts expounding an original numeric model that she claims can calculate all world events for next five to power of e centuries. Apparently if you just rely heavily on gaussian distributions and gradient descent algorithms, you can just use every permutation of a square matrix of size two hundred and fifty six by one hundred and twenty eight as the starting prior. You have no idea what those words mean, but you definitely think she deserved the grant she mentioned around twenty times. (set: $time to $time + 10) (link:"\"Makes sense.\"")[The Stoner nods in agreement.] (link:"\"You totally lost me.\"")["Naw I didn't, like, the baysian model I mentioned proves that I didn't."] [[Turn your focus back on the room.->EnterStoner]]

The shower curtains have been pulled down and the toilet is leaking, but the mirror is still intact. You need a moment to gather yourself, so you gawk at your reflection. What you see is that you have soft cheeks with a round chin and a harsh adam's apple and bushy eyebrows and greasy hair and a mouth that catches flies and eyes embedded with eternal torpor. Why do you look like shit? [[I was born this way, my mother drank during pregancy.]] [[Ringos's signature hormone cocktail mix. Goes great with gin.]] [[I never learned how to comb my hair.]] [[Actually, looking like this is in //style//. YOU just don't know anything.]]

You pull up your hair to look at the port-wine birthmark on your forehead. Its color is muted today. [[Go to the living room.->LivingRoomInvestigation]]

Ringo sourced his ingredents from a variety vendors in all languages. Your shoulders don't make your head. [[Go to the living room.->LivingRoomInvestigation]]

It really shows. You can see knots dotting your hair, giving it the texture of car tires. You hum 'vroom vroom' under your breath. [[Go to the living room.->LivingRoomInvestigation]]

Alright, sex machine, you can keep that style. You point finger guns at your reflection and give cool guy smirk. It's more like a creep smirk. [[Go to the living room.->LivingRoomInvestigation]]