#🎵 pieces of time thrown from the bow

[saulguzman]

Your brother isn't here, Mr. McGill.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Disco Elysium, pt. 1

"Thanks. That gives me hope."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Good," he says with a quick smile.

+1 Reputation

3. Turn back to the document.

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Such a small yet precious thing. Expensive paper caught between thick plastic like a fly in amber. It reads:

4. "Serial: REV12-62-05-JAM41..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That's just the serial number. Revachol, Jamrock, Precinct 41, with some numbers thrown in there for good measure."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - The numbers are not there for 'good measure'. They have an administrative purpose. One that's unfortunately been erased from your memory.

5. "Date of issue: 7th of November, '50..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Four months ago -- I'm guessing that's when you were promoted to the rank of lieutenant double-yefreitor."

"A new badge usually comes with a new rank. You seem to have been… doing well then."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - You're pretty sure you weren't doing *well* -- but better? Probably yes.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - A lot can happen in four months. Especially in winter. The winters are never easy on you, of that you are sure.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - I remember that time... the tie around your neck feels tight suddenly. That was a good time. We had a good work/drink balance going. What happened, man? Pump it up.

6. "Precinct: 41?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. It's the designation of your Precinct. Forty-one. Like mine says Fifty-seven. The 57th is mostly Industrial Harbour. A lot of asphalt. The 41st is..." He stops.

"What?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a *tough* station to work in. You have all of Jamrock to cover -- that district should have *three* precincts, but money is what it is."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - It's no wonder you are like you are, he thinks. But then again...

KIM KITSURAGI - "But then again..." A faint smile. "It's a legendary district. And a hell of a station too. It must be an honour and a curse to work with people like Pryce, McCoy, Berdyayeva..."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - And you? Is it an honour to work with you? Don't ask him, ask yourself.

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - The badge in your hands shines as you rotate it, catching light. You see lines of information on it. And a shining watermark.

7. Put the badge away. [Leave.]

We still have plenty of the coast to explore.

Footprints in the snow. They lead away from the accident.

Level up!

That's Jamais Vu coming in there with the additional XP per orb.

There's a boat tucked away underneath the tarpaulin cover.

Through the broken glass: dusty shelves and a forgotten chair.

We can go inside this shack.

A cold breeze is enough to make the wall planks creak.

You see a dark red chair in the dim light of the room.

On these shelves are a bow tie and a postcard.

BOW KNOT

+2 Drama: Theatre kid

You're sure that wearing this is a statement. You're not sure *what* kind of statement, though.

More useful than the +1 Inland Empire we have now. Sorry, Horrific Necktie.

POSTCARD "COAL CITY '08"

This postcard depicts a forest of smokestacks releasing fat plumes of smoke into blue, cloudless sky. The tinge of age – the colour of old teeth – gives it a sickly look. Written on the back is a single sentence, repeated twice: I got out. I got out. No addressee.

INLAND EMPIRE - It's only a red chair. Just a red chair in an empty shack -- with what looked like a dusty bow tie on the shelf. Nothing to see here, right?

"Hey Kim, where are we?"

Sounds like we need to investigate it, then.

[Discard thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "In someone's abandoned shack. On the coast. In Martinaise..." He looks at you. "In Revachol."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - He's afraid you've forgotten suddenly.

"What's with the red chair?"

"What's with the red bow tie?" (Show it to him.)

"All right. Let's move." [Finish thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Nothing. It's just a piece of furniture." He looks at the chair gathering dust.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Red paint is peeling off it. Looks like blood, no?

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's just a piece of clothing you've picked up. You do that, officer -- you collect clothes sometimes."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He sounds a little worried. It's an odd habit.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Don't be worried, lieutenant. Clothes are therapeutic.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - You took *me* off for that shit? YOU FUCKING IDIOT! Put the horrific neck tie back on immediately -- or you will miss out on the FINAL SHOWDOWN. This is your last warning. Put me back on.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Yes. Agreed. You should never take your neck tie off. Ever.

Hm.

3. "All right. Let's move." [Finish thought.]

Sounds of life in the north. A washboard scrubs filth from fabric.

Cinderblocks, charred. A makeshift firepit with magazines for lighting.

BENCH - The worn and beaten wooden planks of the bench do not look overly comforting.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Hmh..." The lieutenant looks down the street. "We can sit on benches after we've solved the murder. Let's go."

TUTORIAL AGENT - You can revisit the bench if you ever need to pass the time when Lieutenant Kitsuragi is gone.

You see dust covered linens. Dried tulips on a bed.

INTERISOLARY TROUSERS

+1 to Kingdom of Conscience: Moralist pants!

Tailored trousers in light brown, moderate in every aspect. They're absolutely unremarkable -- in other words, *perfect*.

The bushes are too thick and thorny to pass through.

White curtains have been drawn shut. No looking in.

A whetting stone, well worn and covered in rust.

Construction material. Whoever planned to build this house left in a hurry.

The street sign is illegible below the graffito.

WASHERWOMAN - The woman next to a bucket of clothes hums an odd melody. Her eyes are closed.

"Welcome to the fishing village." She opens her eyes. "Please lean in closer. I have cataracts."

"If you can't see, then how did you know I was here?"

Lean forward.

"Uh, what if I don't want to?"

"Later." [Leave.]

WASHERWOMAN - "I still have a golden ear. Come-come." She beckons you toward her.

2. Lean forward.

WASHERWOMAN - "Oh." A shadow passes over her face. "Welcome, police officer. We don't cause any trouble around here -- and we don't *want* any trouble either."

KIM KITSURAGI - "We're not here to cause any trouble, madam."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Trouble? Say the second thing, *bratan*! Shows you got style.