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PERCEPTION (HEARING) - “Flying f****t... winged pig... shit is airborne...” These are the only words the wind coming in from the Insulindian ocean carries to you.
You were born in the year ‘07, in the last year of the Commune of Revachol, right before it fell. In the Old Military Hospital, on the ground floor where people usually came to die, during a snowstorm. The Revolution had about one year left to go and the fires were still burning bright.
JUDIT MINOT - “Lieutenant,” she says with a heavy sigh. “My name is not 'Horse-Faced Woman'. It's Judit Minot. I was assigned to your unit two months ago. I thought we were friends...”
JEAN VICQUEMARE - Okay, Trant, thank you. That's absolutely meaningless. You really are a lefty dink.
ICE CREAM MAKER - Turning the crank feels oddly satisfying, like stirring your childhood dreams... In the distance you hear water dripping.
I like that if you fail the spirit bomb check at the tribunal, you find out that Harry has been saying the necktie’s lines out loud in a funny voice.
you’re lying to me
SHIVERS - Meet me there -- wafting above the burnt ruins. Le Retour is waiting. ESPRIT DE CORPS - And Station 41 and the glow of its desk lamps, the clicking of coffee mugs, clouds of cigarette smoke and the ringing telephone... your youth. There is still a way back.
YOU - No need for secrets. SHIVERS - No need for anything anymore.
YOU - What's on the other side?
SHIVERS - The road ascends; a raised motorway loops above the ghetto. Beneath its concrete columns — a sea of rooftops, woodwork, and tar stretches northward. Four-story buildings as far as the rain can fall. Snow melts in Jamrock.
YOU - Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
SHIVERS - HAVE A BROTHER IN THE CUT. WHERE THE WOOD AT?
EVRART CLAIRE - I think a daughter of a man who killed a man with a kebab can handle running a little nightclub, don't you?
ACELE - "It's supposed to become, like, a club. For *anodic dance music*. Like that new style of synthesizer stuff they play at The Paliseum."
"Except that… yeah." She looks at the old wooden church up on the poles. As a mean wind comes bellowing in, the six-story structure lets out a doleful shriek.
SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - The floorboards are twisting and the shooting beams are slowly cracking like bones. Far east of the golden Delta, beyond the industrial port, there is a black patch of unlit coast with the smallest creatures on the ice…
There will never be a club for anodic music here. Not in a million years.
SHIVERS - YOU ARE AN OFFICER OF THE CITIZENS MILITIA "AGENTES IN REBUS", WHEN YOU WEAR YOUR COAT, YOU WEAR MY SOUL.
YOU MOVE THROUGH MY STREETS FREELY IN MOTOR CARRIAGES AND ON FOOT. YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE HIDDEN PLACES. YOU ALSO CIRCULATE AMONG THOSE WHO ARE HIDDEN.
I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU.
THE DESERTER - "Gone…" He looks to the city and nods: "I knew it. She kept staring into the scope this last week. At the island, like she knew…." He sighs.
"She'd look -- at night, crying or smoking on the roof -- staring right into me…" He adds, to no one in particular: "It doesn't matter."
SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Midtown, across the bay of Revachol. The oceanic wind washes forty-story towers. Above them -- Lausanne Central Aerodrome; a cocoon suspended in the sky by a web of suspension wiring, encircled by hybrid aircraft.
PERCEPTION - A dog barks and a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... SHIVERS - REVACHOL FOREVER.
SHIVERS - There should be something here -- a memory, a feeling, even if it's just a glimpse -- but the depths of your psyche remain silent. You don't have a single memory of your mother.