dualisooc | TDM 001. WELCOME TO THE CITY

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TDM 001. WELCOME TO THE CITY

» 01. WELCOME WAGON

Wow, what a bunch of new faces! The city of Dualis hasn't seen anything like this in a long time, and they've seen some pretty crazy things. Chances are you're seeing some pretty crazy things, too, unless you're used to a lot of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis, and welcome to your first monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, then the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right?

» 02. A BUG IN THE CODE

Remember how the Head mentioned that whole plague thing? Well, don't worry, this isn't that.

It is, however, a really, really terrible flu circulating through the residents of Dualis. Symptoms include fever, chills, vomiting, hallucinations and even in some cases seizures. Bad news, all around. Luckily, this is something the Head knows how to deal with! Time for vaccinations, everyone~

The vaccination process is pretty straightforward: just head to your local clinic and get innoculated! You'll be in and out in less than ten minutes, MedDualis is pretty efficient that way. There isn't even a copay. The MedDroids will tell you, however, that there might be some minor side effects** to watch out for, including physical reactions and odd dreams, but don't worry--those will wear off within forty-eight hours. Nothing to concern yourself about! Of course, if that worries you, you could always run the risk of getting the flu--or passing it on to your loved ones...

**Possible side effects include: Gender or sex change, positive or negative size change, appearance alterations, shared dreams, and mild telepathic links, among others. Please contact your local MedDroid if these symptoms become too severe, or other side effects such as death occur.

» 03. TANSTAAFL

Well, you're settling in just fine, and the basic accommodations and amenities are okay, but maybe you've got a hankering to see that new VR Film: SHARKS IN SPACE 85: BLACK HOLE SHARK DO DO DO DO DO DO DO. Or maybe you want some sweet new duds to wear around town, or even just an actual slab of steak. Sorry, those cost extra, pal, which means it's time for...

JOB HUNTING.

Fortunately, Dualis makes this pretty easy! There's a job fair on this week, down at the Central Hub! Plug your certifications and skills into any of the EmployMe terminals in the Dualis Central Hub, and the computer will auto-generate a currently open job that it feels you'd be best suited for. No resume writing or lengthy application process required! Of course, whether or not this job sounds like the right job for you is another matter...but hey, how could an AI with millions of years of learning be wrong? Time to get started, or try and switch waivers with another unhappy new employee--but be warned, some unforeseen consequences may occur if you try swapping identities with someone else...

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A lot more of us would believe a "dad's been kidnapped by crazy cultists" story. Throw some 'I think they're on drugs' in there and you'd end up with a bullrush. I was in narcotics for a long time. I remember how fast we used to jump on that shit.

Anonymous calls help a lot too. We do follow up. Don't give up on the first dismissal. Just because one of us is an asshole doesn't mean the second one will be, and honestly if someone is pretty urgent about saying it more than once, we'll look into it.

And we pretty much go into the job knowing we might get killed. Doesn't mean we aim for it... [Well, most cops anyway. Hank's been hoping a little, even if he's feeling a little better.] ...but it'd never be your fault if one of us did. I'm full of stab wounds and bullet scars. Not the fault of the people that called me in.

[ She listens, a portrait of disbelief beyond that of typical teenage rebellion. ]

Would you have believed me? [ Just the base of her story is nuts, the additional details she could add to complicate it are insane. ] "My dad's been kidnapped by a cult that we've been hiding from for years." Would you have believed that?

You have no idea how many young women come to cops with an accusation of some asshole cult leader that wants to make them their bride or the mother of some bullshit savior just so they can be fuckin' sick perv. And they're real bad for holding family in a 'come back to us' way. We're pretty willing to act when we know that family wants to get out.

Shit, I could probably name you three big cases right off the top of my head. Unification church, some Mormon extremists, The Children of God. I can keep going. The CCC. River Road. Most of them outed by fleeing young women. Bring in the possibility of hard mind-altering drugs and you'll get some real careful treatment of the situation. I've personally seen a methhead take twenty bullets before being staggered. Like that shit doesn't even register.

It's not as unheard of as you'd think. You don't sound crazy, alright? You sound fuckin' scared for someone you love. That's fair.

[ Her expression becomes raw briefly, as if all the steel she's built up has had its foundation shaken. When she responds, she's quieter, hesitant. ]

...They think I killed a detective. [ Ah, a complication and the fact she's giving him one means Hank's said something to make her feel she might be able to trust him, a little. Maybe. ] I didn't. I just saw what did. Not... Not who did. What.

[ She makes sure to keep her eyes on his to push her point. ] I'm not being chased by some fucking lame ass, manipulative perverts who found an easy way to get what they want. This group... They're not normal. They're not drugged up, either. There's something worse wrong with them, something that makes them more dangerous than anything you could even dream up.

Yeah, the 'killing a detective' part does make it harder.

[He leans forward, folding his hands, and whether or not he ends up believing it he is at least giving every physical signal that he is listening. Maybe a world full of androids or cyberpunk bullshit have opened up his eyes.]

What happened? What did it?

[ It'd be nice if someone out there would believe her, even if they were just... bullshitting her. She licks her dry lips, nervous suddenly. ]

That cult, they'd hired him to find me. He followed me around like a fucking creep and then expected me to listen to him. [ A detail she doesn't really mean to add but the words just come out. It all happened pretty quickly. ] He was talking and then...

[ Her gaze becomes distant; remembering. Once she starts, the words just all sort of spill out, somewhat rushed. ] It dropped right down from the ceiling, right behind him. It didn't have fucking hands, just these blades. It tried to grab him or stab him or I don't know. I pulled him back but it took off his fingers before I got him into the elevator.

It didn't stop trying to get in. It tore through the roof and just... ripped him right out. Like it was nothing. There was so much fucking blood and it was all real. It was all fucking real.

[He can see why that would be rough. Her delivery, panicked and uneasy, seems very genuine.]

No offense, you don't look like a girl who can tear a roof off or take off fingers with a single swing. So if a cop was any sort of decent cop, he would have at least considered a psycho in a Halloween costume. Especially if the evidence was right there.

Why the hell was the piece of shit taking fucking money to find people. [He's under the impression this is a police officer, not from the private sector.] Okay so... they pulled you here just after that? Like how long ago was this?

[ To Sharon, a private detective may as well be a detective, the distinction doesn't feel important in her mind.

His questions give her pause. She doesn't so much clam up as she has trouble admitting what happened next. ]

It's been... It's probably been a day by now. I ran. I didn't know if it was following me, I didn't know what to do. He told me they were coming, he'd told them where I was!

[ Her voice softens again. ] And I couldn't reach my dad. I went home, I found the place just... trashed. Come to Silent Hill written on my wall in blood like it was some shitty horror film. And then the cops showed up, banging on the door.

I know what would've happened if I'd stayed to let them in. I would be crazy, a suspect, and they wouldn't have been able to stop what was coming for me. [ Her dad would die. Those cops would die. She has a feeling he won't agree, he's a cop, after all, but it feels good to put it out there; to tell someone something she hasn't even had time to consider much herself. ]

[He could tell her again that she could have made some anonymous calls. He could tell her to lie and say drugs were involved anyway, even if they weren't, because it means that SWAT teams would be sent rather than a few unprepared cops. He could reassure her that there should have been a place to run.]

[But she's a scared kid. One missing her dad. One who just saw a guy mutilated just a day ago.]

I'd say I can't believe this fucking place grabbed a kid going through a fucking traumatic situation but it doesn't seem to give a fuck.

[He sounds pretty pissed off.]

Hey, we're getting to the end of our ten minutes, this isn't a great thing to have on your mind when they send you off to talk to the next guy. I'll go talk to somebody and see if they'll let you off the hook, alright? [He says, starting to get up.]

[ His anger is refreshing. It's nice to know that she isn't the only one boiling about this place, even if it isn't for the same reasons.

The offer seems to catch her off-guard but she quickly reaches forward and out to grab him by the arm, shaking her head. It's a kindness she doesn't get often and, honestly, after everything, she appreciates it but... ]

I'd rather not have attention drawn to myself, Hank. [ He's been kind so far, she can remember his name. She can't remember the name of the private detective who died. She quickly releases her grasp on him, somewhat apologetic. ]

I can handle whoever comes around next. I can play it off. [ And she'll keep her mouth shut next person. She shouldn't have told Hank what she did but she's always had her moments of foolishness. ]

[He does sit after the urgent grab, knowing she's scared.]

You sure? I could tell them you've got an upset stomach or something. That'd work too. It'd just draw attention to me. Get you a get out of jail free card.

[He reaches out and bothers to put one of his big hands over hers.] Hey. Look at me. You don't gotta do anything you don't want to. [He's quick to give her her space, though. Just a short-lived comforting gesture.] I won't do it if you don't want me to, but try to remember sometimes you got some options, alright?

[ There can be no denying the raw look of gratitude she shoots him. He's not trying to make any decisions for her, he's not telling her what to do, or pretending to know what's best and that's, fuck, nice. ]

I'm sure. [ A touch determined, confidant. It's not like he needs to draw any attention to himself, either, right? As often as they've been assured of the perfection and safety of this place, Sharon doesn't trust it (like most things). ]

Thank you, though. Really. [ As if most of the times she offers words like that, they're lies. ] You didn't have to—[ Say anything or do anything, could have been just like most other people. ]—Just, thanks.

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