(align:"=====>")+(box:"=X")[ [[NEW GAME|Loading]] ] (align:"=====>")+ (box:"=X")[ [[OPTIONS]] ] <div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Don’t worry, Maggie, the Night Owl is in good hands.” Jackie boasts, “It’s not like people are going to come in droves while it’s pouring like this. Enjoy your vacation, okay?” “Okay, but be sure to file the invoices correctly! I really don’t want another John incident with the bank again…” “John's not the smartest bulb in the box.” Jackie pauses, “But I’ll be sure to not to. I’ll keep you posted. Yup, yup, have a good time, bye Maggie.” [[“…”|True]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'rain', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) }<p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">[The light is bright and irritating against Jackie's eyes. She squints against it, catching the thick silhouette of the man beside it. “Miss Parker, do you know why you’re here?” “Is it because of the accident?” Jackie inquires, dazed. "Is Casey here?" The officer shifts in his chair, a tense expression fixing on his face. (link: "Well?") [“I’m sorry, Miss Casey was pronounced dead at the scene.” Silence cuts through Jackie's next intended sentence. She drops her gaze to the table, her hands curling into fists. “There’s much we’re going to have to discuss, but first,” The investigator flips through his notes. He slides a piece of paper across the table, “Do you recognize this [[handwriting]], Miss Parker?”] ]</div></p> { (track: 'mementos', 'stop') }<p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">[“What…” Jackie looks at it, “Yes, that’s mine. How do you have that?” “It’s been found across multiple trucks left behind at the side of roads these past few evenings.” The cop returns the evidence and brings forth new ones, “Do you recognize any of these men?” “No—I don’t understand what you’re asking of me.” Miss Parker sits up. “It’s okay. This is just friendly conversation, don’t worry.” The police officer tries to reassure, “These men all were found with your [[signature]] being the last delivery before they were murdered.”]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">[“……What?” “It’s believed they were making deliveries to the job you work at. Now Jackie, I’m going to ask again, do you recognize these individuals? Any information you can give us right now might be able to help your case.” (link:"My case?") ["My case?" “You’re a suspect right now of a serious crime, Jackie Parker. I just want to help you.” “No-no.” “Now calm down, honey. Breathe in. I need you to try and remember when you might have last seen these men, okay? If you remember anyone suspicious around you on those days that might be worth looking into.” Jackie looks down at the [[photos]], and breathes in sharply.] ] (set: $allowQuicksave to 'true') {(link:"Save game")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[ Signature Saved. ](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game. ] ]}</div></p><div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyInsta.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The door chimes, Jackie's shoulders stricken immediately, "Speak of the devil..." Casey, Jackie's child-hood best friend, strides in with a wide-grin and removing her //Chanel// sunglasses....despite that its pouring outside. “Hey Casey.” Jackie muses, her shoulders loosening a tad, “You actually braved the rain to come get some coffee?” “Well duh. My dad has me running scheduling, or accounting, or whatever it is you do when you don’t have a job for like five minutes.” Casey laments and sighs dramatically, “I’m so over it already, like this rain. Jackie, when are we going to [[hang]] out??”]</div></p>(link: "Load Game" + ("Slot A") of (saved-games: ))[ (load-game: "Slot A") ] <div class='backlink'>← [[back|Please Sign Here]]</div><div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyA.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Casey, her mom died.” “Oh, right." Casey stalls in her next thought, "I guess that did happen,. I think my dad dropped off flowers here or something.” There’s an awkward silence between the two, one that Casey rips half a second later. “Anyways, there’s a cool place I want to take you to and it has our names written all over it!” [[>>Right...]]</div></p>]<div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Quan1.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The rain continues to pour, and after a half an hour, another customer finally walks in. It's an older man Jackie doesn't recognize as he leans against the counter, squinting at the menu. Jackie waits patiently, till she realizes he had been standing there for five minutes, muttering something in a different language. “Sir, how can I help you?” Jackie tries “Do you make coffee here?” “Black coffee?” Jackie reiterates, trying not to roll her eyes, “Yes, we do.” “Can I get [[cup]]?” The man points to himself. "It is very cold here."]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img6"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Driver.png"alt="Driver"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Guess I don't really have a choice..." Jackie takes the requisitions and double checks the order while the driver puts away what he has from the pallet-jack. Jackie doesn't bother to see where he's placing the items, ripping away the copies she needs and tucks them into a folder. He comes back to the front, and takes the clipboard. “Have a good day, Miss.” (link: "You too.") ["You too" Jackie looks over to where the boxes are left behind, and makes a face. “He left a trail of water in.” [[>>Clean it up?]] [[>>Leave it alone.]] ] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img6"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Driver.png"alt="Driver"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Sure thing." Jackie takes the requisitions and double checks the order while the driver puts away what he has from the pallet-jack. Jackie doesn't bother to see where he's placing the items, ripping away the copies she needs and tucks them into a folder. He comes back to the front, and takes the clipboard. “Have a good day, Miss.” (link: "You too.") ["You too." Jackie looks over to where the boxes are left behind, and makes a face. “He left a trail of water in.” [[>>Clean it up?]] [[>>Leave it alone.]] ] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie reluctantly goes into the back and gets the mop bucket, cleaning up and drying off as much of the path. She’s left with another two options. [[>>Get the wet floor sign]] [[>>Let it air dry]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie returns the mop bucket to the closest and begins rummaging for the wet floor sign. She pushes some old boxes out of the way, grumbling as nothing shows up. “I swear…why is nothing where it should be in this shop??” Jackie searches a bit more and finds it’s missing. She thinks to her other co-workers, thinking of who might've worked in the morning. John. It was John. And John is lazy. So he would've thrown it... [[>>Check the back?]] [[>>Check the storage room]] ]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["It's dry enough, I think I can verbally warn someone just in case." Jackie returns the mop bucket to the closest and returns back to her [[post]].]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie enters the back, a place where it’s both their break space and where they keep their junk. Surely the sign should be here. Jackie reaches for the light, flicks it on. It doesn’t turn on. “Damn, that lightning from earlier must’ve fried something.” Jackie sighs, “Guess I’ll have to waste my battery.” [[>>Use Phone Light]] [[>>Turn Back]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'stop') }<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie enters the Storage Room, filled with boxes of coffee and the unopened containers of products Maggie ordered recently. She’s hoping to try something new for the shop, but Jackie’s not too sure how Ethiopian brewed coffee is going to sound… But she’s getting ahead of herself, she needs to look for the wet floor sign. She turns the light on, finding the delivery order placed to her right, and the shelves of coffee and filters to her left. It’s tidy for the most part since Amanda actually works. Jackie will be sure not to mess it up. She searches the room, moving aside the larger bags of coffee grind to see if the sign might have been tucked away. “Tch…no luck.” ''BAM BAM'' “What the hell?” Jackie turns in alarm. [[>>Check the Front?]] [[>>Check the Back Room]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'stop') }<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie searches around, seeing nothing yellow sticking out like a sore thumb. Piles of odd magazines litter the floor, along with some old junk food bags that missed the trash. Who made a mess back here? John, it's probably John. [[>>Go deeper?]] [[>>Turn Back]] ]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie steps over the trash and goes to the furthest wall. It’s humid and smells of the rain from outside. She shines her light around and finally catches sight of the yellow sign. “Sweet!” Jackie snatches it from the dark. It’s as she’s about to leave that she notices something odd. The back door, usually locked tight, was cracked open. “How the…?” Jackie goes to closes it, and for good measure, pushes a box in front of it. “Did John leave it open too?" Jackie pinches her brows, "You know what, I’m just going to let Maggie handle it when she gets back." With the door shut firmly behind, Jackie returns back to her [[post]].]</div></p> (set: $Situation to 'true') (set: $allowQuicksave to 'true') (set: $good to it +10) (set: $sequence to it +10) (set: $sawdoor to 'true')<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“I don’t like this.” Jackie exclaims, “Fuck it, I’ll just warn the customers verbally and leave a towel on the floor just in case.” Jackie turns back and shuts the door, heading back to her [[post]].</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The door chimes and a young, black man enters the café. He has a laptop bag with anime pins adorning the side of it. He looks like a total dweeb. He walks in (if: $good > 15)[normally over to the counter.] (else:)[and avoids the mess in front of the counter.] “Hey there.” He greets. “Hi, how can I help you?” “Can I get an order of the Caramel Macchiato?” “Sure thing.” Jackie makes note of his name, Aaron, and turns to make the drink. Aaron leans against the counter, taken by the storm roaring outside, “Pretty crazy out there, ain’t it?” [[>>It sure is]] [[>>Remain silent]] (if: $Situation is 'true')[[>>Yeah, I’m pretty positive one of our lights went out]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'rain', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) }<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronH.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“It sure is.” Jackie responds nonchalantly, “I think it’s going to be like this for the next few days.” “Hope no tornados spring up, if it’s not snow, it’s tornados out here.” Aaron laments, “I’d actually want to finish my semester on time.” “That’s what you get for living here.” Jackie offers the drink, “Hot and piping.” “Thanks.” He offers the [[money]], “Have a good one.” ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +5)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronUm.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie decides to ignore him, trying to focus on making his drink. The young man shifts in place, and remains quiet. Jackie finishes the drink quickly and offers it to him. He gives the [[money]], “Have a good day, miss.” "You too, sir."]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Yeah, I’m pretty positive one of our lights went out here.” Jackie comments off-handedly. “For real?" Aaron's head peaks at this. "Damn, you might have an faulty wire you need to get checked out.” “Another thing to add on to the list of things that need to get fixed in this place.” Jackie's frustration bubbles and slides the drink to him, “But thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” “No problem.” He offers the [[money]], “Keep the change.” "Thanks."]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“It’s raining, even if I clean it, someone’s going to bring in more.” Jackie stares at the trail of water and quirks her lips. She grabs a bundle of dirty rags and tosses it over. She strides around and tries to soak up as much as she could with spreading the rags around with her foot. She collects the rags off the floor and returns to her [[post]].]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie hurries to the front and finds…no one. Only the storm pelting against the glass windows. “Christ, that gave me a jump.” Jackie sighs and laments, “You know what, it’s fine, I’ll just let the customers know the floor is wet verbally and leave a towel on the floor just in case.” She heads back to the counter to grab a spare, clean rag and sets it on the floor. She returns to her [[post]]. ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +5) { (track: 'rain', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'rain', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) }<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie steps out from the Storage Room, and goes to the Back Room. Jackie enters the Back, their break space and where they keep their junk all wrapped in one. She doesn’t even need to enter far when she steps on something hard. It’s the wet floor sign. “Oh, must’ve fallen over from your hiding place.” Jackie takes the wet floor sign gingerly. “Finally.” Jackie shuts the doors behind her, sets the sign onto the floor, and returns back to her [[post]]. ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Aaron leaves quietly out into the pouring rain, using his bag to shield himself from the rain. Jackie is left standing there, waiting and mindlessly checking her phone. Another chime from the door catches her attention, this time from a young woman rushing. (if: $good is >15)[She hurries to the counter.] (else:)[She nearly slips because of the mess, her arm hitting the counter.] “Careful there!” Jackie [[warns]]. (if:$good is <15)[“A sign could’ve been useful!” Marta snaps at her.] “Look, I need three mocha lattes, one with soy, one with almond and the other with whole milk.” ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The next day isn't any better then the last. Rain continues to pelt against the window, a miserable, horrible day for anyone having to be outside. Jackie stands at the ready, checking her phone carefully for any news updates. She’s texted Maggie to try and convince her to let Jackie close the shop early. That was no dice. //“Until close! No butts!”// “Yeah right, that only changes when you’re here.” Jackie mumbles, arching against the counter, [[waiting]]. {(link:"Save game")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[ Signature Saved. ](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game. ] ]} ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[It’s with a chime, the young man from yesterday enters in. His bag is extra stuff, paper sticking out from the sides. He begins rummaging for something in there as he reaches the register. “Hey, it's you again." Aaron greets briskly, "Can I get another one of those Caramel Macchiato?? The one you made yesterday was good." Jackie smiles to herself, only for it to fade briskly at the sight of Aaron straightening out papers on the counter. He's only now trying to straighten out his bag?? And he couldn't do it at one of the tables?? [[>>Of course]] [[>>Silence]] ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronH.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Thanks, and sure thing.” Jackie turns to make the drink. Aaron finishes fixing his things faster then she thought he would, much to her relief. “You’re going to school in this weather?” “Yeah, I get out of work around this time to catch the bus. Been needing a pick me up lately to stay awake for my classes.” "Going to school and working?" Jackie slides the drink over to him, "That must be a lot." “Someone’s gotta pay for the bills.” The young man gets his drink, “Thanks." Aaron makes a turn for the door, before he stops himself suddenly, "Oh, hey, I know it’s not my business but I noticed someone snooping around the back of this shop before I got in. You might want to make sure the doors are locked or whatever.” [[>>Oh…thanks|>>Oh...thanks for letting me know]] [[>>Is this a Joke?]] (if: $Situation is 'true')[[>>‘Could it be...|>>'Could that be why the door was open yesterday?’]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronUm.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie doesn't say anything, only stares at Aaron until he catches her looking at him. He coughs briefly into his fist, quickly fixing up what he needed to put back into his bag. He remains awkwardly silent, and Jackie grows increasingly uncomfortably with his presence in the store. (link: "Something Jackie will remember.") [Aaron tries to allievate the uncomfortable atmosphere with a glance out the window. “Oh, hey, I know it’s not my business but I noticed someone snooping around the back of this shop before I got in. You might want to make sure the doors are locked or whatever.” [[>>Oh…thanks|>>Oh...thanks for letting me know]] [[>>Is this a Joke?]] (if: $Situation is 'true')[[>>‘Could it be...|>>'Could that be why the door was open yesterday?’]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronUm.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Is this a joke?” Jackie inquires, “Because it’s not funny.” “No, really, I’m not kidding with you—” “I could call the cops right now.” Jackie warns. The man remains mums at the word and scoffs, taking his drink, “Whatever.” Aaron leaves the shop, but holds open the door for the deliver driver. It’s a different man from yesterday, an older man. He shakes dry the rolled-up papers from his pocket, leaving them on the counter. “Where do you want this, miss?” [[>>You could leave it here]] [[>>You could put it in the back]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img6"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Driver.png"alt="Driver"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“If you could leave it by the backdoor, that’ll help a lot.” Jackie gestures to the crook of the shop. He moves the jack over and lowers the items, stacking each of them on top of one another. She notices the man pause in his work, before hurriedly continuing and finishing. “Pretty creepy in here.” He mentions off handedly while Jackie signs the papers, “Feels like someone’s watching me.” He rolls the requisition forms, "Gracias, have a good day, Miss." He leaves the copies for Jackie on the counter and walks out carefully from the store with his pallet jack. Jackie walks over to the crook of the room, (if: $sawdoor is 'true')[unloading the delivery into the Storage Room] (else:)[opening the door to the Back Room and attempts to turn the light on. The flip doesn't activate and Jackie sighs in frustration. "Well that's just great." She closes the door and begins to unload the boxes into the Storage Room.] (if: $good >40) [As Jackie works, she cautiously observes the store front to make sure no one is lingering about. The rain coats the windows, blurring the outside world into a tar-like mess. She finishes unloading the boxes and returns to her [[post.|shut]] ](else:) [While she’s working, she begins to feel a presence not that far from her. [[>>Look Around]] [[>>Work Faster]]</div></p> ] ] <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img6"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Driver.png"alt="Driver"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Just leave it here, I’ll put it away.” “Okay, that saves me a bit of a trip.” He leaves a pen for the papers. Jackie looks through it, and signs off on it. “Gracias, have a good day!” He leaves the copies for Jackie and takes his small pallet jack out the doors. Jackie takes the boxes to the back, (if: $actionsequence is 'true') [placing them into the Storage Room] (else:)[opening the door to the Back Room and attempts to turn the light on. The flip doesn't activate and Jackie sighs in frustration. "Well that's just great." She closes the door and begins to unload the boxes into the Storage Room.] While she’s working, she begins to feel a presence not that far from her. [[>>Look Around]] [[>>Work Faster]] ]</div></p> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie keeps her head down and works to put everything away. When she's certain it's decently stacked away, she locks the doors [[shut]]. ]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie cautiously searches her surroundings, peaking between the Storage Room and the Back Room. When neither of the rooms proved to be the source, she looks out the windows of the shop. It's still raining outside, but she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of a shadow lingering by the doorway. [[>>Work Faster]] ]</div></p> (set: $sequence to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie's moment of repose is interrupted when the doors chime. Jackie hurriedly rushes back to the counter, the young Hispanic woman from yesterday waiting. Her brows are knitted together, like she's already trying not to get annoyed at Jackie. “I’m really busy again so I kind of need these in a rush.” Marta pulls out a list and hands it over to Jackie. Jackie looks it over once; There were so many crossed out-orders, with newer requirements getting added on the further Jackie goes through it. "How fast are we talking?" "Like five minutes." Marta answers. [[>>I’ll try to get it done ]] [[>>Next time]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Next time you should call in advance.” Jackie tries to be courteous. “Next time I’ll ask if I wanted your opinion.” Marta snips back. “Now please, can we move on with this?” [[>>You’re right, I’m sorry.]] [[>>Silence ]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“I can't guarantee anything but I'll try to get it done as fast as I can.” “Thanks.” The woman checks on her phone and texts hurriedly. Jackie turns to work on the drink, but she can't help but hear the woman muttering in frustration. “Ugh…what do they want now?” Jackie tries to keep focus on her work, but the woman is very loud on the phone. “Yes—I’m getting them—yes, I put in Randy’s order—yes I can ask to change it—can you just—” The call ends abruptly, and the woman presses her cellphone against her forehead. [[>>Everything all right?]] [[>>Is there something I need to change?]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["You're right," Jackie admits, "I'm sorry." The tensions loosens and the once wound up woman's shoulders relax, and she sighs, gripping her bangs loosely. "No, I'm sorry." Marta apologies. "I got stressed out, I just really need these drinks made." [[>>Everything all right?]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +5)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Maybe it's best if Jackie doesn't say anything at all. This woman looks ready to rip her earrings off if she has a chance. Marta simply takes back the slip of orders, scratches one off and rewrites the order. Jackie skims it over when she finishes one, and makes the changes. Jackie offers the drinks in a cupholder, throwing some extra packets of sugar and cream for good measures. Marta properly puts the [[payment]] on the counter and leaves in a hurry. ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -5)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Everything all right?” Jackie looks off-handedly as she works. Marta is rubbing her forehead, pursing her lips. “Yes—no—” Her accent grows thick and she sighs, “My boss is just being a...how do you say, it's brujo in Spanish. Anyways, can I change one of the orders? I’m really sorry about this.” “Yeah, it’s fine," Jackie stops what she's doing, "It sounds like you're a tough spot." “Yes, tell me about it.” Marta exclaims with a huff, “They think they can push me around because I’m new and my English isn’t very good.” “It sounds great to me.” Marta remains silent at this and Jackie moves to continue making the drinks. “Here you are.” Marta leaves the [[payment]] properly on the counter this time, and leaves a bill in the tip jar. “Thank you, again.” Marta smiles gently and steps out into the pouring rain.]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10) <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Is there something I need to change?” Marta lifts her gaze icily from her phone, “…Sorry, just didn’t want to waste your time.” “Its fine—" Marta cuts off her sentence and pinches her brows, sighing. [[>>Everything all right?]] [[>>Silence ]] ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixedSpecial">[It begins to thunder outside, and the lights of the store flickers. Jackie makes a move to look out the window, rain blearing reality and greyness together. The road is empty, and the light from the streetlamp barely illuminates against the concrete. For a second, she sees someone standing there—and her blood rushes. They were a black silhouette against the pouring rain. They wore a dark trench coat, the hood shrouding their face entirely. Her heart pounds, and it only grows when she realizes they’re coming for the shop. Jackie freezes, and reaches for her phone. Her mind races for 911 when—she pats where her phone should be. “What?” She bends down and searches. “Where the hell is my [[phone]]?!” ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyInsta.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie has to take a few minutes to recover from that experience, leaning against the counter with her head in her hands. She only lifts it at the sound of the door chiming and Casey striding inside. She's wrapping her coat on the coat hanger, shaking her hair free. “Hey girl, can I get a strong one today?” “Sure thing.” Jackie can’t wipe the nerves off when she turns to make the drink. She feels Casey’s gaze on her back. “Good day today?” “So good. Got a real work out in.” She flips her hair, “It’s so easy to finish work once you got a plan in mind to keep you motivated.” “That’s…good, right?” Casey looks distant and Jackie quirks her lips, "What's...[[up?]]" ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyS.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“I’m sorry that’s been happening, Casey.” Jackie offers her the drink, “It doesn’t sound easy.” “It’s…not.” Casey remains quiet, “I just want something different, I want an out.” “We can’t always run away from our problems.” Jackie pushes through her uncomfortableness, “They tend to find us, one way or another. We have to keep our chins up, that's [[all|Forgive]].” ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10) (set: $sequence to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyA.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie finishes the drink, “Maybe he just knows you can do so much with your life, and you need that little push. You do tend to go on shopping binges and spend thousands of dollars, Casey. I think that adds up, especially since you weren’t working since you got fired from your last job.” “I guess.” Casey remains silent up until Jackie makes the drink. “Hey Jackie-Bear, you still up to hanging out?” “I told you, Cas, sometime later.” When Casey’s stare lines up with her, she scrambles, “Uh, maybe when Maggie gets back. Two more [[days|Promise]]?”]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The next day is a blur of motions. The rain hasn’t stopped pelting against the window nor has Jackie’s nerves relaxed. She left work without her cell phone, only to find it neatly on the table when she came in for her shift. Her co-worker Amanda hadn't even noticed it, //"I swear, it wasn't there before."// Texts from her mom, Casey and her dad were flickering on the screen when she searches through it. No signs of damage or tampering though. She might’ve forgotten it; or someone took it. She's not sure what to believe anymore, it's just been stressful. "It's fine..." Jackie tries to reassure herself as Amanda steps out for the evening, "Maggie gets home tomorrow night, after that you're home free." Jackie won’t have to keep closing. She just needs to [[make it.]] {(link:"Save game")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[ Signature Saved. ](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game. ] ]} ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieS.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaH.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“They really should be paying you more for all the stuff you’re doing.” Jackie notes when she turns to make the drinks. “Especially for running around in all this rain.” “If only it was that easy. I’m just a glorified delivery girl, with the title of a receptionist.” “Should go somewhere where they won’t see you as that then.” Jackie sets the drinks down on a cupholder as she goes. “Its hard to already get in, mija.” “It is but what do you have to [[lose]]?”]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie rolls her eyes at the long list and gets to work. A culmination of frustration begins to build as Jackie tries to just finish the orders. Marta had her arms folded, snipping, "You should really have more employees working.” “I don’t own this establishment but I will gladly let the owner know.” “Let them know they should manage their employees better too. To get their attitudes checked.” Jackie clears her mind and finishes the drink sloppily, putting the drinks on the table with the cup holders beside. “Here’s your drinks, ma'am.” “Tch.” The woman places the drinks in herself, juggling with them to get out the shop. Jackie doesn’t look but she hears one drop and the woman trying to keep herself from getting frustrated. She doesn’t bother to come back into the [[shop]]. ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[(link: "What car?") ["What car?" “It's that black one. It's been there for about half an hour now. I know someone’s in it…” Marta curses, “Shit and the bus is coming--" Jackie follows when Marta braves the rain and approaches the car. She hits the window with her fist, and yells, gesturing to the bus stop and them. The car turns on and drives off, and Marta takes to the bus stop to wait. Jackie's nerves settle and she returns behind the counter of the [[shop]]. ] ]</div></p> (set: $hascar to true) (set: $sequence to it +10)<p class="clear"><div class="fixedSpecial">[Jackie waits and clears her nerves, hoping that time will move in her favor. The rain pelts and Jackie can’t help but hear a car stall by the front of the shop. She notices it’s the black car from before and someone gets out. They are wearing all black and Jackie can’t see their face. They approach the shop doors and stand there. Right where Jackie could see them. [[>>Threaten]] [[>>Verbally Warn]] (if: $sawdoor is 'true')[[>>Text Maggie]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'stop') (track: 'real', 'stop') } { (track: 'mementos', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'mementos', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) } <div class="imgSpecial"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixedSpecial">[“Hey, you’re not allowed to block the doorway to this shop.” Jackie warns, “If you don’t [[move]], I’ll have to call the authorities on you.”]</div></p><div class="imgSpecial"><img class="left-side large" src="images/jackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixedSpecial">[Jackie is paralyzed in place, unable to do or say anything. She clutches her phone tightly to her chest and texts her manager. (link: "There’s someone stalking the shop, Maggie. I need to go and close early. Please respond quickly.") [When Jackie texts, she sees the message being unable to deliver. She tries resending it, only for each time to fail. These chunky old blocks were useless. “Damn it, this weather is messing with everything….” [[>>Threaten]] [[>>Verbally Warn]]</div></p>]]<div class="imgSpecial"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixedSpecial">[“Hey! I’m going to call the police if you keep standing there!” Jackie yells, phone in hand. She has the number on dial, but she sees her signal bar is nonexistent. She hopes the bluff can work. "Now, [[move]] out of the way!"] </div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The person continues to block the doorway, until they slowly cross in front of the large window, heading towards the back. Jackie rushes to the door for the Back Room and locks it shut, securing the Storage Room’s door for extra measure. Noise rustles from the walls, from the doors. The knob rattles. Jackie backs slowly and grabs the thing closest to her. [[>>Broom]] [[>>Group Handle]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[It doesn’t matter. The doorknob rattles and Jackie backs into the counter. One of the expresso shot glasses rolls off the counter and breaks. The rattling comes to a halt, and everything freezes. Jackie’s heart pounds in her ears and she nearly slips onto the floor. It’s after a few moments that she hears running and she sees the black car speed away from the scene. Jackie hugs her chest, her shoulders shaking. It only gets worse when the door [[chimes]] and she bolts to a stand, grabbing the broom.]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[It doesn’t matter. The doorknob rattles and Jackie backs into the counter. One of the expresso shot glasses rolls off the counter and breaks. The rattling comes to a halt, and everything freezes. Jackie’s heart pounds in her ears and she nearly slips onto the floor. It’s after a few moments that she hears running and she sees the black car speed away from the scene. Jackie hugs her chest, her shoulders shaking. It only gets worse when the door [[chimes]] and she bolts to a stand, grabbing the Group Handle.]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Quan1.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“Oh!” It's Quan, the elder asian man, holding his hands out defensively. “Do not hurt me!” “Oh, christ.” Jackie puts down the object, “I’m so sorry, I just—” She stalls and walks to the register, focusing on the tabs, her nails, and the mat with the silly cat drawings on it. The older Asian man, Quan, deliberates before heading to the register. “You make good coffee, but you are a bit scary.” [[>>Black Coffee?]] [[>>It’s been a morning.]]</div></p> { (track: 'mementos', 'stop') } { (track: 'real', 'loop', 'true', 'volume', 0.5) (track: 'real', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.5) (track: 'rain', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'rain', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) }<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Quan1.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“It’s been a morning.” Jackie rubs her neck, “What can I get for you?” “One black coffee,” The old man nods, “I’m surprised you do not recognize me by now. I come here nearly everyday.” “Oh, right, I’m sorry.” Jackie pinches her brows and sighs. She simply turns and makes the drink quickly. “Here you are, sir. Nice and hot.” “Thank you, here…” He pulls the four dollars from his pocket, wrinkled and slightly wet from the rain. He exchanges it for the hot cup of [[coffee]]. “I will back tomorrow. Don't forget!" “I’ll try not to.” Jackie massages her temple, trying to cool her nerves while she watches him leave. It doesn't help her nerves when she sees him enter into a black car, strangely akin to the one she saw earlier. She squints and hugs her arms when she sees it drive off. ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -5)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieS.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/QuanC.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Black coffee again?” “Ah, you remember.” Quan smiles, “I have five dollar bill this time for you.” “Ha, thank you. I appreciate that.” Jackie turns and pours the cup. She quickly sleeves it and offers it to the man, “We also have the beans if you’d like to make it at home.” “No, I just would like the cup. I have very little at my home, recently moved from Vietnam.” “Oh, that’s a big move.” “Yes, yes, but things are good here. Quiet. Except this rain, this reminds me of home.” Quan smiles, “Thank you, nice miss. Take this, have good night.” He offers the five-dollar bill to her, and leaves the store with his [[coffee]] without another word. “I’ll try to.” Jackie massages her temple, trying to cool her nerves while she watches him leave. It doesn't help her nerves when she sees him enter into a black car, strangely akin to the one she saw earlier. She squints and hugs her arms when she sees it drive off. ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +5)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie remains behind the counter, counting the minutes before the shop would close. It’s almost time, it’s almost time. She could make it. She could endure this. When the door chimes, dread runs down her [[spine.]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieS.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronH.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Yeah, here you go.” She offers a wad of paper towels to him. He takes some for himself and then offers some for the delivery man. He thanks him and begins squishing the paper onto the receiving forms. “Some car came cutting us off while crossing the street.” Aaron explains, “Asshole didn’t even slow down. Do you think I could get a double order of the Caramel Macchiato?” [[“Sure thing.”]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronUm.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“For paying customers we do.” Aaron is taken aback, uncertain of how to respond with that. Jackie’s shoulders tense but she doesn’t want to turn her back on anyone. Especially not with two men in the store, not after that creep stood by the door. Aaron quips his lips. “Uh…just a mocha.” Aaron answers. “All right.” Jackie turns and grabs a few paper towels, offering it to [[him]]. ]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img6"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Driver.png"alt="Driver"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The delivery man finally approaches Jackie. “Here’s your order for today, it’s just this.” He sets the box down, sprawled with her name written specifically for. “Wait…I didn’t order anything.” Jackie turns the box to herself, “It should be addressed to my boss.” “Oh…well…this was made a few days ago…I’m sorry, I’m just the delivery man. You could probably call the Packaging and Receiving department for more information, I think.” He slides the crinkled papers to her with the pen, “Can you sign here?” [[“…” ]] ]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie dares not open it. She collects it in her arm and leaves it alone in the Storage Room. She rather deal with that when others are there. Where she wouldn't be alone with whatever the hell might be inside. "Fuck it, I'm closing up shop." Jackie has had enough of this. She closes the shop early, even as the power withers against the strong winds. When she's secured the money and double checked that everything was precise, she heads for her car. [[......]]]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie opens the box, and let's out a horrified gasp. Inside the box is a long piece of rope, shaped as a noose. On top of it, there's a single note that exclaims, //You should do it yourself.// Jackie slams the cover shut and throws the box into the Storage Room. She's had enough. She shuts down the shop early and doesn't bother with cleaning. Jackie just needs to get home. She tugs her bag over her shoulder and heads straight for her car. [[......]] ]</div></p> (set: $sequence to it +10) (set: $actionsequence to 'true') (set: $box to 'true')<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie enters her car and turns the key into the ignition. The engine startles and moans, stalling. Jackie hits the wheel, cursing under her breath. “No, no! C’mon!” Jackie tries again. “C’mon!” The engine stalls and completely dies. Jackie sits in the silence of her car, with only the company of the rain. Her mind buzzes as the idea of that creep showing up. Had it been them that did this to her car? Her phone rings, and she picks it up without another thought, “[[Hello]]—”]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie returns to the shop, doors locked and waiting. She tried calling her mom, but her phone is off. Her dad is busy with emergency calls from work to come pick her up. She has no choice but to wait till Casey comes over. She hears the loud music radiate from outside, and hears a car turn off. Casey steps into the shop, shaking her hair dry. She has a strange look on her face, stranger then Jackie is used to seeing Casey with, but it clears up when she sees Jackie [[straighten]] up. ]</div></p> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[An old seventies song is playing in the background as Casey sings obnoxiously along with it. She drums her hands against the stirring wheel, and the car feels rigidity. Potholes are many, and mud creates a slip up every once in a while, forcing Casey to drive with both her hands. “Let me get this straight.” [[Situational Scenerios]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'rain', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) }<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“So let me get this straight, you had to deal with—” (if: $good > 70) [“A college cutie.” “A workaholic.” “A pretty chill old, asian guy.”] (else:)["A nerd." "An annoying bitch." "And...whatever was the deal with that old guy."] (if: $sequence >50) [“A bunch of weird things happening.”] [[“Am I getting this right?”]]</div></p> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“I don’t even think that’s the end of it.” Jackie rubs her face, “I’ve just been at my wits end. I can’t wait for Maggie to be in charge tomorrow, then I can enjoy my days off.” “Oh yeah, your boss is coming back tomorrow.” Casey’s tone shifts. The music drowns out the silence that lingers in the car, “Say, we’re still hanging out, right?” “Oh--yeah, yeah.” Jackie rubs her neck. “We are.” “You didn’t forget, did you?” “No.” “Don’t lie to me, Jackie-bear.” “I didn’t, really. It’s just…been hectic.” “Okay.” [[>>.........]] [[>>Ask about day]]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“How was your day at work?” “Busy. Got into a fight with someone. They just couldn’t accept the schedule I had made for them.” “Man, that job must be pretty stressful.” “You have no idea.” Casey runs her hand through her hair. Jackie notices deep, red scratches going down her wrist into her sleeves. Casey catches her sight and immediately covers it up, "Oh, Tiger scratched my arm before I left for work today." "He's still doing that?" Jackie makes a face. It was pretty bad, Tiger must've really caught Casey by surprise. "I mean, he's still a kitten, he doesn't know better. Yet." Casey smiles and faces ahead. [[>>.........]]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“Hey Jackie.” “Yeah?” “Do you think we all deserve second chances?” [[>>Yes]] [[>>No]]</div></p> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">It grows quiet after a while, the rain pelting against the glass. Jackie tries to focus on whatever was playing on the radio. She doesn't remember what happens after this, or what led up to it. Whether it was a bump on the road, or something that spooked Casey. [[Continue|Crash]] </div></p> (set: $good to it -5)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed">It grows quiet after a while, the rain pelting against the glass. Jackie tries to focus on whatever was playing on the radio. She doesn't remember what happens after this, or what led up to it. Whether it was a bump on the road, or something that spooked Casey. [[Continue|Crash]] </div></p> (set: $good to it +5)<p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">[The officer is seated across, new forms of papers flat underneath his palm. “That’s all I know.” Jackie finishes. “I see.” The officer stills and mulls over the report, “I’ll need more then that to help you. I need a name.” “A…name?” “You mentioned a stalker, someone harassing you while you were working. Perhaps this is a tie to those that were killed. They were looking for you and went after others to do it.” Jackie remains silent, while the officer continues. He slides the papers forward. “We can follow up with one of the individuals you mentioned…but we need a solid confirmation from you, Jackie. Do you think one of these people did it?” [["What?"]] ]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">“You mentioned this man wasn’t from here, had very little in cash. Feels a little suspicious…” The officer takes a moment, “We’ll look into it.” (link: "What now?") ["What now?" "Your part in this is done." The officer responds, almost amicably. "Your parents are outside waiting for you. We'll release you to their custody." Jackie remains still in her chair, a numbness passing over her. The officer turns to her a final time. "You did the right thing, Jackie."] (set: $finishedRouteB to true) (if: $good >85)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End BC]] ] ] (else:)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End B]] ] ] <p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">“You mentioned this woman gave you trouble while you were working, right?” The officer takes a moment, “We’ll look into it.” (link: "What now?") ["What now?" "Your part in this is done." The officer responds, almost amicably. "Your parents are outside waiting for you. We'll release you to their custody." Jackie remains still in her chair, a numbness passing over her. The officer turns to her a final time. "You did the right thing, Jackie."] (set: $finishedRouteC to true) (if: $good >85)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End CD]] ] ] (else:)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End C]] ] ]<p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">“You mentioned this young man made you unsettled while you were working, right?” The officer takes a moment, “We’ll look into it.” (link: "What now?") ["What now?" "Your part in this is done." The officer responds, almost amicably. "Your parents are outside waiting for you. We'll release you to their custody." Jackie remains still in her chair, a numbness passing over her. The officer turns to her a final time. "You did the right thing, Jackie."] (set: $finishedRouteA to true) (if: $good >85)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End AB]] ] ] (else:)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End A]] ] ]<p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">“Casey?” The officer repeats, “The victim?” “…Yeah.” Jackie nods, “I…Casey’s dad owns the company the drivers were from. Casey worked in scheduling. She knew where they were going and what routes.” “Do you think…she was trying to kill you?” “…Maybe, I just…can’t shake this feeling something terrible was suppose to happen before the car went out of control.” “…” The officer remains quiet, and the air grows thick with tension. “I suppose we’ll have to take a look then.” [["Do you not believe me?"]]</div></p> (set: $finishedRouteD to 'true') <p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">“Just pick a name, Jackie. We’ll take care of it from here.” [[>>............]] [[>> Marta Rivera]] [[>> Aaron Holmes]] [[>> Quan Nguyen]] [[>>Casey Winton]]</div></p> (text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:2s)[Jackie] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:4s)[I'm here now] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:7s)[Don't worry about this] (text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:10s)[Everything's going to be all right.] (align:"===>")+(text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:12s)[You'll have nothing to worry about] (text-color:red)+(text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:15s)[[["Jackie?"|Intro]]] { (track: 'mementos', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'mementos', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) } (set: $test_mode to false) (set: $menu_quit to false) (set: $menu_fullscreen to true) (set: $currentGameDate to "") (set: $good to 0) (if: $initial_load is "loaded")[ (set: $previous_passage to $currentPassage) (set: $currentPassage to (passage:)'s name) ] (if: $ReturnFlag is "RETURNING")[ (display: "initial settings") (set: $inGame to false) (set: $noMenu to false) (set: $menu_numbers to true) (go-to: "Intro") ] (elseif: $MenuSave is "OPTIONS") [ ] (text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:2s)["You have a right to remain silent."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:4s)["Why am I being arrested?!"] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:7s)["Do not resist!"] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blurrier")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:9s)["I want a lawyer! This is against my rights--!"] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:11s)["He has a weapon--!"] (align:"==>")+(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:12s)[[[Continue|Final A]]] real: audio/jazz.wav, real: audio/jazz.wav, rain: audio/rain.wav, mosquito: audio/mosquito.wav, mementos: audio/mementos.wav,Warning: Distressing themes of racism, (display: "game start setup") (if: $first_game is "First Game")[ (set: $CanResume to false) (set: $allowQuicksave to false) (set: $currentGameDate to "") (set: $menuSpider to true) (set: $print_title to 'true') (if: $first_game is "Please Sign Here")[ ] { (set: $jackie_name to "<span class='speech'>Jackie:</span> ") (set: $casey_name to "<span class='speech'>Casey:</span> ") (set: $marta_name to "<span class='speech'>Marta:</span> ") (set: $aaron_name to "<span class='speech'>Aaron:</span> ") (set: $quan_name to "<span class='speech'>Quan:</span> ") (set: $inspector_name to "<span class='speech'>Inspector:</span> ") (set: $driver_name to "<span class='speech'>Delivery Driver:</span> ") (set: $title to "Please Sign Here") (set: $game_values_set to true) (set: $sequence to 30) (set: $actionSequence to 30) (set: $custom_colors to "") (set: $hassign to false) (set: $finishedRouteA to false) (set: $finishedRouteB to false) (set: $finishedRouteC to false) (set: $finishedRouteD to false) (set: $autosavePassage to "") (set: $Situation to false) (set: $sawdoor to true) (set: $SpeedRunDisplay to false) (set: $ColorBlind to false) (set: $TextToSpeech to false) (set: $TextToSpeechSpeed to' NORMAL') (set: $FontSize to 'NORMAL') (set: $TravelAnimation to false) (set: $SoundEffects to true) (set: $Music to true) (set: $currentGameDate to "") } (set: $test_mode to false) (set: $menu_quit to false) (set: $menu_fullscreen to true) (set: $currentGameDate to "") (set: $good to 100) (if: $initial_load is "loaded")[ (set: $previous_passage to $currentPassage) (set: $currentPassage to (passage:)'s name) ] (if: $ReturnFlag is "RETURNING")[ (display: "initial settings") (set: $inGame to false) (set: $noMenu to false) (set: $menu_numbers to true) (go-to: "Intro") ] (elseif: $MenuSave is "OPTIONS") [ ] <div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/QuanC.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“O-Oh, let me see…” Quan pulls out an old, faded wallet and pulls out crinkly bills. Quan counts slowly and meticulously for each dollar, having to resort to pulling out coins next. Jackie watches as a stack of pennies are left in rows on top of the crinkled bills as he finally stops. Quan takes the coffee and eventually rummages over to where the creamer and sugars are. Jackie counts through the money, making sure they were all accounted for, trying to ignore the fact she saw the man snagging some sugar packets into his pockets. “Thank you, have good day.” Quan nods and finally leaves the shop, Jackie being able to [[sigh]] freely.]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Quan1.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Just as Jackie was going to retrace her steps, she hears the doors chime. "Excuse me.” Jackie's heart nearly leaps out of her throat when she suddenly stands up. It’s the older Asian man, still wearing the same outfit as when she first saw him. He has fistful of wrinkled dollar bills ready, “Can I have a black coffee please?” “Y-Yes.” Jackie pushes the fringes of her hair off her face and turns. "Your mind is all over the place, isn't it?" Quan inquires, "Because you are not paying attention very well right now." [[>>Excuse me?]] [[>>Uh...huh??]] ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieS.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaH.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Marta remains quiet while Jackie finishes the drinks. She stacks the drinks on two different cup holders and slides plastic wrap over the tops. “So they stay dry.” “Thanks.” She takes the drinks, “Sorry, for giving so much trouble these past few days.” “We’ve all been there, I know I haven’t exactly been all that nice either.” “See you around.” Marta is about to get out of the store when she pauses. “Ugh, that [[car]] is still there…they’re blocking the bus stop.”]</div></p><div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyInsta.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Right…well, here’s your drink, Casey.” “Aww, you know exactly what I like~” Casey beams, “Call me if you need anything. See you later, Jackie-bear~” “See you, Casey!” Jackie's exaggerant wave ceases the moment Casey walks out of the store. Jackie slumps her shoulders, and rubs her temple. “Man, what a lunatic. Why am I still friends with her?” But she knows why; if her dad wants to keep his high chances for donations to become Police Chief next year, Jackie has to keep up playing friendly with one of the richest families in town. The Wintons might only be a truck service company, but they're the reasons semi-trucks even exist in the first place. If elementary school didn't hammer that in enough, every fall festival sure [[does]].]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img6"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Driver.png"alt="Driver"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[She flattens it down with her palm to sign it as legible as possible. She tries to separate the papers carefully, keeping the copy down below her. The delivery man takes his and fixes his jacket, stepping by the doorway to peek out. “Shouldn’t have parked across the street…” He mumbles before running out. Jackie is left alone to her devices and looks to the package at the table. Something creeps in the back of her mind on it. Something warning her of the dangers to open it. There's no return address, and it looks professionally done. Carefully handled with thought put into it. [[>>Open it?]] [[>>Leave it Alone]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'stop') (track: 'real', 'stop') } { (track: 'mementos', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'mementos', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) }<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Oh, yes—just give me a moment.” Jackie turns to make the drinks. The young woman, Marta, taps her heel impatiently, checking her watch excessively. The rain continues to drench the windows, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to let up. Jackie turns with a cup holder, all three drinks placed inside, “Here you are—” “Thanks.” She throws the money at the counter and runs with the drinks out the shop. She doesn’t even have an umbrella or a car to run to. Jackie looks at the change with a scowl. “Rude.” Jackie takes the money, counting them off-handedly, "I hope the rest of the week isn't like this." Jackie waits, and waits, before the shift comes to an end and she shuts down for the [[night.]] ]</div></p> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">["It's a bit baffling, yes." The officer rolls his sleeves up, "The Wintons are an exemplary part of this community." (if: $good is >95) ["I want a lawyer. This conversation is done." Jackie answers sternly. The officer's expression dims, irritated but hands tied. He gets up and simply opens the door, and Jackie is allowed to walk free.] (else:) ["They might not be all that they crack up to be." Jackie answers, "But there's only one way to find out." The officer remains quiet in his chair, before steadily getting up to excuse himself momentarily. Jackie watches him out, finally left alone to her own devices. A thin smile plays on her lips.] (if: $good >110)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End Ultimate]] ] ] (else:)[(t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:4s)[ [[Continue|End D]] ] ] ] <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Some time passes and it begins to thunder. The local weather man says flooding has cause some mudslides on the streets and to drive with precaution. Jackie’s not sure if anyone is really crazy enough to brave through it today. Just when she thinks that, Marta arrives at the doorway. Her work uniform is drenched and her umbrella had been ripped from the side. She puts it on the mat by the doorway, mumbling something that Jackie couldn’t understand. She reaches the counter, pulling out a slightly wet sheet of paper. “I need these drinks made fast, again.” [[>>They should pay you more]] [[>>Remain silent ]] ]</div></p> (text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:2s)["You've been mentioned in relations to a case we're working on.] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:4s)[Uh, okay? If there's anything I can help with, officers.] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:7s)[We'll be blunt with you, son. There's a serious allegation made against you and we just want to find out the truth] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:9s)[....I want a lawyer.] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:11s)[....All right, son.] (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:13s)[ [[Continue|Final AB]] ] (align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible victim of the recent serial killings, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators scourge the crime-scene, finding DNA links connecting with the recent murders of truck drivers in the area." "Casey Winton had been a receptionist for the Winton's truck services as early as Feburary, of which these men were all employeed at the time." "A suspect had been initially connected to the recent murders. Police attempted to question the individual when he showed resistence. He was shot dead after a struggle by a police officer." "The suspect had no previous criminal charges, and was considered a candidate to be cum laude at North Point University." "Family and friends mourn the loss of a gentle soul, others vowing to take legislative action against the police department and administration." "My son was innocent!" Mrs. Holmes shouts through tears, "The police saw an easy target, and they took his life. They say it was in self-defense, that he had a gun--when all my son ever carries is his laptop. Now all I have left to carry of him is his ashes. Anything is a gun when it involves black men and women. How many more will there be?? How many more of our sons or daughters will you take from us?" (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:5s)["We will never forgive you, and we will never forget."] (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:8s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ] (set: $finishedRouteA to true)(align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible victim of the recent serial killings, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators scourge the crime-scene, finding DNA links connecting with the recent murders of truck drivers in the area." "Casey Winton had been a receptionist for the Winton's truck services as early as Feburary, of which these men were all employeed at the time." "A suspect had initially been named but after a massive community backlash and further investigation, the suspect had been cleared of any connections with the crime. FBI agents have begun to reexamine the evidence police had taken at the crime-scene, noting many of it had been tampered with by local authorities." "As of now, Investigations are still on-going but authorities are warning the public to keep safe indoors." (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:8s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ] (set: $finishedRouteAB to true) (text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:2s)["Sir, we have a few questions to ask you."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:4s)["Oh, I don't have time, talk to my wife."] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:6s)["Sir, this is a matter of great importance. We need to speak to you about an important case."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:8s)["My english is no good, wait for my wife."] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:10s)["We could bring in a translator for you to speak with."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:12s)["Oh...um...if it helps someone, okay. Yes, I come with you."] (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:13s)[ [[Continue|Final B]] ] (text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:2s)["Sir, we have a few questions to ask you."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:4s)["Oh, I don't have time, talk to my wife."] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:6s)["Sir, this is a matter of great importance. We need to speak to you about an important case."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:8s)["My english is no good, wait for my wife."] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:10s)["We could bring in a translator for you to speak with."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:12s)["No. I will not say it again. No."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:8s)["Sir, you are resisting an officer--"] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:10s)["His //wife//, actually sees otherwise. Gentlemen, my husband will be represented by a lawyer. I think we're done here."] (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:13s)[ [[Continue|Final BC]] ] (align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible victim of the recent serial killings, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators scourge the crime-scene, finding DNA links connecting with the recent murders of truck drivers in the area." "Casey Winton had been a receptionist for the Winton's truck services as early as Feburary, of which these men were all employeed at the time." "A suspect had initially been named as Quan Nguyen, an illegal citizen as prime candidate. Mr. Nguyen had illegally traversed from Vietnam and had been living without papers for the last ten years here in the states. He is being brought into questioning by local authorities and ICE." "He is due to appear in court on Monday, and more information will be brought to you then." (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:8s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ](align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible victim of the recent serial killings, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators scourge the crime-scene, finding DNA links connecting with the recent murders of truck drivers in the area." "Casey Winton had been a receptionist for the Winton's truck services as early as Feburary, of which these men were all employeed at the time." "A suspect had initially been named but business associates of the Leving Law Association are now filing a formal complaint to the state surpreme coat against police action against one of their employee. The suit lists of discrimination and intimidation in response to police action to get the unindentified employee." Witness say they had heard police threaten with deportation should the man resist. The North County Police Department have not responded to our calls for further questions." "As of now, Investigations are still on-going but authorities are warning the public to keep safe indoors." (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:8s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ] (text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:2s)["Ms. Rivera?"] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:4s)["Yes? Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?"] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:6s)["We're here as a courtesy to bring you to the police station for questioning."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:8s)["Excuse me--you have no right to do that!"] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:10s)["Ma'am, you don't have to make this harder than it needs to be."] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:12s)["Do not--no tocar! Exijo hablar con tus jefes!"] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:14s)["Ma'am, we're about to arrest you for assaulting an officer."] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:16s)["You are the ones assaulting me! Why is no one doing anything?!"] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:18s)["Ma'am, ma'am! You have a right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."] (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:13s)[ [[Continue|Final C]] ] (text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:2s)["Ms. Rivera?] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:4s)[Yes? Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?] (align:"<==")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:6s)[We'd like to ask what your job entails of you and your whereabouts in the last week.] (align:"==>")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:8s)[I don't...I don't understand what you're asking of me, sir.] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:10s)[We're investigating a case and your name had been brought up in mention. We're simply following up with that--] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:12s)[Can I ask who had brought up my name? Because that sounds rather inciteful.] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:14s)[I apologize ma'am, that's confidental information.] (align:"=><=")+(text-style: "blur")+(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-delay:16s)[Then we are done here. I demand a lawyer. I have a right to one.] (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:18s)[ [[Continue|Final CD]] ](align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible victim of the recent serial killings, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators scourge the crime-scene, finding DNA links connecting with the recent murders of truck drivers in the area." "Casey Winton had been a receptionist for the Winton's truck services as early as Feburary, of which these men were all employeed at the time." "A suspect had initially been named as Marta Rivera, a single mother of two as a prime candidate. She has vehementally denied her involvement with the case, with local attorneys questioning the legitmacy of the evidence. Forensic evidence had come back inconclusive, but authorities continue to pursue the case." "She is due to appear in court on Monday, and more information will be brought to you then." (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:13s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ](align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible victim of the recent serial killings, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators scourge the crime-scene, finding DNA links connecting with the recent murders of truck drivers in the area." "Casey Winton had been a receptionist for the Winton's truck services as early as Feburary, of which these men were all employeed at the time." "A suspect had initially been named but business associates of the Leving Law Association are now filing a formal complaint to the state surpreme coat against police action against one of their employee. The suit lists of discrimination and intimidation in response to police action to get the unindentified employee." Witness say they had heard police threaten with deportation should the employee resist. The North County Police Department have not responded to our calls for further questions." "As of now, Investigations are still on-going but authorities are warning the public to keep safe indoors." (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:8s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ] (align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible homicide, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators are currently suspecting Casey's father, Charlie Winton, as a possible suspect in the crime. Local authorities noted the brake wiring had been tampered with and spikes had wrapped along the wheels, some of which had been found in disclosed storage space that is under Charlie Winton's name." "Mr. Winton! Mr. Winton! Were you involved with the death of your daughter and your three employees??" "No comment!" Mr. Winton, surrounded by his lawyers and police, shies away from the camera's focus. "As investigations continue and new evidence is brought forth, we won't know for certain if the killer is still on the loose, or has finally been brought to the light of justice." (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:8s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ] (align: "==><==")[''March 29th, 2003''] "Local authorities are now investigating the death of Casey Winton as a possible suicide mission, after new evidence has been uncovered. The accident off the I-95 was initially ruled as such due to the torrent of rain in the last week--" "Investigators reopened the case and with new DNA evidence brought light to the possibility of Casey Winton's involvement with the recent murders of at least three truck drivers in the area." "Casey Winton had been a receptionist for the Winton's Truck Services as early as Feburary, of which these men were all employeed at the time. At the time, authorities have not suggested this could be a possible link to the case while public speculation begin to rise." "Investigations are still on-going but authorities have reassured the public that this serial-killer as of right now, has been put to rest--" (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:6s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ](if:$finishedRouteA is true)[You've completed one of the routes! Why not go back to see if you can accomplish them all!] (if: $finishedRouteB is true)[You've completed one of the routes! Why not go back to see if you can accomplish them all!] (if: $finishedRouteC is true)[You've completed one of the routes! Why not go back to see if you can accomplish them all!] (if: $finishedRouteD is true)[You've completed the main route! Why not go back to see if you can accomplish them all!] (if: $finishedRouteF is true)[You've completed the main route! Why not go back to see if you can accomplish them all!] Also check out Freesound to see all the wonderful sound-designers that made some of the sound effects/music I used for this game!] ''Credit: '' Road​: Script/Programming/Writer​ Les: Character Designer/Background Artist ''Beta-Testers: '' ​​Kimimeow​​ ​​BigKevin​​ ​​Jazmine N​​ ​​Adrial A​​ FreeSound: Jazz street musicians.wav by reinsamba https://freesound.org/people/reinsamba/sounds/54066/ Rain on Windows, interior b.wav by Inspector J (www.jshaw.co.uk) of Freesound.org Suspense 03 by tyops Suspense Motif. wav by jhumbucker (link: "Load game: " + ("Slot 1") of (saved-games: ))[ (load-game: "Slot 1") ] [[Return to Beginning|Please Sign Here]] { (track: 'mementos', 'stop') } { (track: 'rain', 'stop') } <div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie hangs up, what silence she wishes for is overcome by the pre-recorded jazz music her boss insists she plays while she works. She sets the phone aside and rolls her eyes. “This is going to be such a drag.” Jackie huffs. “A whole week of this bull shit?” “….” “I hope the rain really puts off [[people]] from coming in.” ]</div></p> { (track: 'real', 'loop', 'true', 'volume', 0.5) (track: 'real', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.5) } <div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyA.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Eventually, when I have time.” Jackie averts her attention side to side and gestures to it, “I am running the shop this week. Maggie’s on vacation.” “Again??" Casey groans, "That whore. Wasn’t last year’s trip to her families enough?” "...[[Uh]].."]</div></p><div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img6"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Driver.png"alt="Driver"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Man, I hate when customers do that, he didn’t even leave the right amount of change. He's lucky I have an extra dime in my pocket.” Jackie drops the money into the register and waits. The rain pounds against the window and the lights rattle briefly. The sound of a truck pulls up and in comes the delivery guy. He’s soaked to the bones, and his hat is clinging to his forehead. He pulls out a clipboard, “Can you sign for this?” [[>>Sure Thing]] [[>>Guess I don’t really have a choice…]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to 0)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Aaron enters the shop, his dreads clinging to his forehead. He looks like he had got hit with water from the bus. He holds the door open as the delivery man hurries in, also drenched from head to toe. He looks fresh out of high school, barely a peach fuzz growing on his face. Aaron gestures for the man to go first, but the driver insists. Looks like the papers he was suppose to offer to sign were soaked. He takes a step aside to attempt to dry the papers. Aaron comes to the counter, placing his bag to the floor. “By any chance do you have some napkins?” [[>>Yeah, here.]] [[>> For paying customers]] ]</div></p> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Whoa, hey there, didn’t think you’d pick up so quickly.” “Casey?” Jackie grips her jacket. “Well duh, didn’t you look at the number?” “Casey—listen to me, things have been WEIRD today and I need to get home. Can you stop by the coffee shop? My car died and I really don't want to wait any longer here.” “Uh…sure, give me like half an hour? Signals kinda—trash where I am.” “Okay…I’ll [[see you]] then.” Jackie shuts the phone off, squeezing her eyes shut. ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyS.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“Hey girlie.” Casey greets, "Seems like you're hanging in there like a thread." “Casey, it’s so good to see you.” Jackie hurries to her, “You wouldn’t believe what kind of week I’ve been having.” “You can tell me all about it when we get in the car.” Casey hooks an arm with her and relief pours into Jackie. “C’mon, let’s go.” "Okay, let me just grab my [[bag]], okay?"</div></p> <div class="img"><img class= "left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"alt="Jackie"/></p></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Quan1.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">“Do you want a small, medium, or large?” “Um…” The older man makes a gesture with his hands. Jackie takes the small cup out and he nods, “Yes, that one. Cheapest." “One moment.” Jackie pours a cup of coffee for the older gentleman and places it into a sleeve. After several failures trying to spell it right, she writes down his name, Quan, on the sleeve. Turning to the canister of pre-made coffee, she pours him a steaming cup and slides it across the counter, “That'll be four [[dollars]] even.”</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyS.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Jackie, can I ask you something?” “Go on..." “Do you think you've got everything figured out?” “Hardly, I’m working in a coffee shop, Casey.” “Yeah but your life is so great.” Casey folds her arms to her chest, “Your parents are so sweet, and that little brother of yours is so not annoying. My dad has been on my ass about everything lately and my mom is hardly home anymore ever since they've decided to get divorced.” [[>>I’m sorry]] [[>>Push]] ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyS.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed"> [Silence engulfs the café. Jackie meets her friend’s gaze, how wide her eyes were at that moment. “Wow…I think this is the nicest you’ve been to me in a while. You’re actually being…genuine and stuff.” Casey takes the drink when Jackie offers it to her. She looks pensive as she leaves the shop. “I’ll see you around Jackie.” The door shutters close and the chimes echo as Casey steps out into the night. A few minutes after she leaves, Jackie turns to close the shop and count the money. She rubs her face gently and sighs. "Guess even Ms. Perfect has a tough life..." Jackie finishes her duties and locks the shop close, setting off for [[home]] in her car in the pouring rain.] </div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyA.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Casey rolls her eyes, “Fine, but you promise?? Two days??” “Yes, I promise.” Casey takes the drink with a smile, but it doesn’t reach to her eyes, “We’re going to have a lot of fun, ‘kay? I’ll see you then.” The door shutters close and the chimes echo as Casey steps out into the night. A few minutes after she leaves, Jackie turns to close the shop and count the money. She rubs her face gently and sighs. "Guess even Ms. Perfect has a tough life..." Jackie finishes her duties and locks the shop close, setting off for [[home]] in her car in the pouring rain.] </div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">[Warning: Distressing themes of racism, police corruption, stalking, mentions of self-harm, and toxic behaviors. There is also music that plays so be weary to adjust volumes accordingly. They will be starting very soon. [P.S. If you have a laptop/computer that has the scale and layout at 125%, please just put the zoom setting on your internet browser at 80%. I tried formatting it to the best of my ability but its mainly for 1920x1080 resolution and 100% scaling.] [[Continue|Jackie]] ]</div></p> (if: $first_game is "Please Sign Here")[ (set: $CanResume to false) (set: $allowQuicksave to false) (set: $currentGameDate to "") (set: $menuSpider to true) (set: $print_title to 'true') ] (set: $game_values_set to true) (set: $sequence to 30) (set: $actionSequence to 30) (set: $custom_colors to "") (set: $hassign to false) (set: $hascar to false) (set: $box to false) (set: $finishedRouteA to false) (set: $finishedRouteB to false) (set: $finishedRouteC to false) (set: $finishedRouteD to false) (set: $finishedRouteF to false) (set: $finishedRouteAB to false) (set: $finishedRouteBC to false) (set: $finishedRouteCD to false) (set: $autosavePassage to "") (set: $Situation to false) (set: $sawdoor to false) (set: $SpeedRunDisplay to false) (set: $ColorBlind to false) (set: $TextToSpeech to false) (set: $TextToSpeechSpeed to' NORMAL') (set: $FontSize to 'NORMAL') (set: $TravelAnimation to false) (set: $SoundEffects to true) (set: $Music to true) (set: $currentGameDate to "") (set: $title to "Please Sign Here")<div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyS.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Oh, okay....? Thought you would've had it on ya but whateves...." Casey watches as Jackie heads to a corner office, rummaging inside. .... .... (if: $sequence >80) [It's almost time....] [[....]] ]</div></p>(if: $sequence >80)[<div class="img2"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/CaseyScary.png"alt="Casey"/></p></div>] <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Whenever you're ready, Jackie-bear....don't got all night!" "Sorry, sorry, I was just texting my mom. Or, trying to." "You'll probably have a better chance of telling her when I drop you off safely at home," Casey smiles widely, “C’mon, let’s [[go]].”]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Only that whatever it was, I swear...Casey was looking at me...before she let go of the steering wheel...." [[Continue|accident]] ]</div></p><p class="clear"><div class="fixed2"> [“But…I told you I don’t…” "Jackie, I can't help you if you won't let me." The officer stresses, "Somebody must've been suspicious to you and I want us to get to the bottom of this. I can help you, but you need to help me first.” Jackie looks down at the names: [[......................]] [[>> Marta Rivera]] [[>> Aaron Holmes]] [[>> Quan Nguyen]] (if: $sequence > 80)[[>>Casey Winton]] ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[//"Today on the news, local authorities have found another abandoned truck off the I-95 ramp exit towards Glensville. Authorities are asking for the public for information in finding the missing drivers. They believe they had to make an emergency pitstop after their tires were mysteriously slashed. The unprecedented storm have made many roads unfavorable, hampering investigations as of yet--"// Jackie turns off the radio, pinching her brows, "I understand Maggie, I've been hearing it all on the news." "I am //really// sorry, Jackie. Just one more night, please? I probably won't make it home till three in the morning." Jackie's nerves were shot, but she forces through it, "You owe me three days off after this." "You're the best, Jackie. [[Thank you.]]" {(link:"Save game")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[ Signature Saved. ](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game. ] ]} ]</div></p> { (track: 'mementos', 'stop') } { (track: 'real', 'loop', 'true', 'volume', 0.5) (track: 'real', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.5) (track: 'rain', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'rain', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) }<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["I'll see you tomorrow then." Jackie hangs up the phone and presses it down on the counter. "....This place is going to be the actual death of me." (if:$actionsequence is true)[Jackie looks to the opened box, her gut wrenching at the sight of the noose. Someone is making threats to her now. She can't possibly imagine who...but someone with a vendetta against her.] (else:)[Jackie looks to the sealed box tucked under the counter, her gut wrenching at the sight of it. She's not sure what might be inside of it, but something tells her not to open it. With all the harrasement she's been getting at the shop, she's sure it's just another trick to make Jackie lose her nerves.] Could it be a customer doing this? She's only been dealing with three these past few days.... "Maybe I should ask my dad when I get home tonight..." Jackie rubs her brows, "I should've asked him yesterday at dinner but it [[slipped]] my mind."]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[“Oh…thanks for letting me know.” Jackie acknowledges. “Don’t want to know what sort of creep is hanging out in the pouring rain, you know?” He takes his drink, “You seem like a nice girl. Have a good one. Keep safe.” “Will do.” Aaron leaves the shop, but holds open the door for the deliver driver. It’s a different man from yesterday, an older man. He shakes dry the rolled-up papers from his pocket, leaving them on the counter. “Where do you want this, miss?” [[>>You could leave it here]] [[>>You could put it in the back]] ]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[‘Oh, could that be the reason why the door was open then?’ Jackie tries not to show immediate concern, smiling gently, "Thanks for letting me know." “It's not a problem. Don’t want to know what sort of creep is hanging out in the pouring rain, you know?” He takes his drink, “Have a good one. Keep safe.” “Will do.” Aaron leaves the shop, but holds open the door for the deliver driver. It’s a different man from yesterday, an older man. He shakes dry the rolled-up papers from his pocket, leaving them on the counter. “Where do you want this, miss?” [[>>You could leave it here]] [[>>You could put it in the back]] ]</div></p> (set: $sequence to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/QuanC.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Excuse me??" Jackie turns in disbelief at the smiling man. "Oh, I'm just kidding!" The old man laughs, "You work too hard, take things too seriously." Jackie blinks, slowing turning to grab the sleeve and cup, pouring out the coffee for him and closes the lid shut on it. She slides it over to him while he counts the money carefully and leaves it for her. "See, that wasn't so hard." Quan laughs, and goes to the sugar and creamers again. Jackie keeps staring, until Quan turns to her before he steps out, "Careful, this weather is bad. Very bad. [[Power]] is going out everywhere. Stay safe.” "You....too?" Jackie stares as he walks out, stepping out of sight from the shop windows. "What the hell...did he really say that to me?"]</div></p> (set: $good to it -5)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/QuanC.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Uh...huh?" Jackie freezes in place, turning in disbelief at the smiling man. She grabs the sleeve and cup, pouring out the coffee for him and closes the lid shut on it. She slides it over to him while he counts the money carefully and leaves it for her. "See, that wasn't so hard." Quan laughs, and goes to the sugar and creamers again. Jackie keeps staring, until Quan turns to her before he steps out, "Careful, this weather is bad. Very bad. [[Power]] is going out everywhere. Stay safe.” "You....too?" Jackie stares as he walks out, stepping out of sight from the shop windows. "What the hell...did he really say that to me?]</div></p> (set: $good to it +5)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronUm.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Aaron debates for a moment, before offering them to the delivery driver. He thanks him gratefully and goes to dry the receiving papers. Aaron dabs the sole one he has left along his neck and face. Jackie finishes the drink and leaves it silently on the table. He doesn’t even notice till she’s telling him the total. Aaron takes out the bill and Jackie silently exchanges it for the change. “Thanks, I guess.” Aaron turns and heads for the door. “Have a good day, man.” The delivery driver acknowledges Aaron. “You too!” The door shuts behind Aaron and he disappears out of [[sight]]. ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieS.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronH.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Jackie turns and works on the drink. The whiff of caramel brings a sense of calmness to Jackie when she caps the drinks off and offers them to the young man. "You know, despite how hectic it's been...you really make good drinks." Aaron takes a sip and nods his head to her while he heads out the door, "Have a good one. You too man." "You too!" The door shuts behind Aaron and he disappears out of [[sight]]. ]</div></p> <div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Maybe I'll tell him tomorrow, when he comes home from work." Before Jackie could conjure a plan, the door chimes and Aaron strides inside. His boots are caked in mud and Jackie grimaces at the trail he's leaving behind. He drops his bag on a table nearby, a heavy ''THUNK'' radiating from it. Jackie raises a brow and sees Aaron placing it neatly, as if carefully. He goes to the counter, pulling his hoodie off his dreads. [[>>Caramel Macchiato?]] [[>>What's in the bag?]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieS.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronH.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Coming for another Macchiato again??" "Heh, am I that predictable??" He smiles and nods, "Yeah, and I'd like a White Chocolate Mocha too." "Oh?" "Yeah, I don't have classes today, so I'm heading home to bring some to my ma." He grabs his wallet from his bag, "Trying to see if I can spread her horizons on new coffee places instead of just [[Dunkins]]." ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed"> ["Hello, can I order a Caramel Macchiato?" Aaron asks. "Sure..." Jackie glances to the bag before turning on her heel to work on the order. "Can I ask what's in the bag? Sounded pretty heavy." "Uh--oh. It's just a project I'm working on at [[school]].]"</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieS.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronH.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["I heard that place got closed down three days ago because of rats." "It only took them this long for them to notice the rats?" Aaron scoffs, "The things that this town can get away with, I swear. Gets me so mad." "Well, that's what happens." Jackie shrugs, "Anything goes here." "Yeah, no kidding." "Mhmm..." Jackie finishes the drinks and places them on the counter. She examines the black jacket that he left on the chair near his bag. Her mind reels back to yesterday, with the creep standing near the window. No...could it be... [[>>Inquire]] [[>>Suspect]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Aaron.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Oh yeah? What school?" "North Point." Aaron taps his foot against the lower counter board, and Jackie could only imagine the dirty mess being left behind from his boots. "Isn't that school kind of expensive to get in." "Helps to have scholarships. The rest I cover with work." Aaron looks off to the side, "Sure, it'd be nice to get some more financial aid but I can deal with it for now." "Heh, right..." Jackie finishes the drinks and places them on the counter. She examines the black jacket that he left on the chair near his bag. Her mind reels back to yesterday, with the creep standing near the window. No...could it be... [[>>Inquire]] [[>>Suspect]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronUm.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["That's a...nice jacket you got there..." Jackie strains awkwardly. "Uh...thanks?" Aaron says uncertainly, taking the drinks from her, "It's been raining a lot, so, gotta...work with what you got?" "You wear it a lot?" "Eh...kind of. Only when it gets cold...or you know." Aaron gestures to the pouring rain. ' "Oh, right, right." Jackie clears her throat, "Uh, it'll be $8.90." "Here, I got a ten, you can keep the change." He works to put his coat back on and manuever his bag carefully back on. With his hood on and two drinks in hand, he steps out into the dark, pouring [[night]].]</div></p> (set: $good to it +10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <div class="img5"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/AaronUm.png"alt="Aaron"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[ 'Could it be Aaron...?' Jackie's uncertainty rises as she looks at his face then back to the coat. It doesn't help that she begins doubting what exactly is in the bag. Could it be a gun, could he be stalking out the place to rob them? "Uh...miss, how much do I owe you for the coffees?" "Huh?" Jackie returns back to the present, shaking her head, "Oh, sorry, it'll be $8.90." "Here, I got a ten, you can keep the change." He works to put his coat back on and manuever his bag carefully back on. With his hood on and two drinks in hand, he steps out into the dark, pouring [[night]].]</div></p> (set: $good to it -10)<div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[With Aaron out of the shop, Jackie sinks into the counter with a groan. "I'm losing my mind...did I really think all of that?" Jackie mumbles, "I'm the one that's going to need a vacation." Jackie checks her phone, thumbing her fingers along the bulky surface before putting it away. She's not sure what else to expect until she sees a black car back in front of the store. (if: $hascar is true)[Hesitation builds again and now she recognizes where she saw the black car from before.] Quan steps out from it and [[enters]] into the shop.]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/QuanC.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Hello there, I've come for two cups of coffee today." "Oh, two today?" Jackie glances to the car outside, waiting before carefully getting the sleeve and cups ready. "What's the occassion?" "It's cold." Quan laughs, "Ah, no, my wife wants to try some of the coffee I get." "Oh, your wife?" Jackie's tensions loosen at the sound of that, "Is she the one in the car right there?" "Yes. Nice car, isn't it?" [[>>Yes it is]] (if: $hascar is true)[ [[>>It looks familiar]] ] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/QuanC.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Yes, it is a nice car. Looks brand new." Jackie comments. "Newest model." Quan smiles, "Wife makes good money. I am blessed to have her. If only we could all be like her, huh?" "Uh huh, yup. Gotta make it or break it someday." Jackie laughs nervously while Quan laughs full-heartedly. "Ha...ha. Ah, your total will be eight dollars." "You are funny, thank you for the coffee." Quan leaves the money on the counter and leaves quickly. With him out of the shop, Jackie is able to finally relax. Jackie takes the money, sighing in displeasure when she counts the money, "He didn't leave the right [[amount]] again." ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img4"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Quan1.png"alt="Quan"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Yeah, it just looked like this car I saw the other day." Jackie comments. "It nearly got into an accident with a bus or something like that." "Oh, that's terrible." Quan agrees. Jackie tries pushing it a bit more, "Do you or your wife drive around a lot here?" "No." Quan stares at Jackie, "We just come here for coffee and grocery." "Hmm..." Jackie tries not to stress as she slides the coffee across the counter for him. "Here are the coffees you ordered, that'll be eight dollars." "Thank you for the coffee." Quan leaves the money on the counter and leaves quickly. With him out of the shop, Jackie is able to finally relax. Jackie takes the money, sighing in displeasure when she counts the money, "He didn't leave the right [[amount]] again." ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[The night continues mostly uninterrupted, and Jackie's hope flourishes. She might make it home without a sinch, without any more intrusive thoughts clouding her brain. She takes it easy, checking the time as it clicks by. She's surprised a delivery man hasn't stopped by yet. Maggie mentioned something else should have come but maybe it'll come tomorrow. When it's not Jackie's problem to care about anymore. "It's not that hard--" Marta's voice rings from outside. "I spoke too soon." Jackie rubs her face wearily, finding the business woman stepping out from the bus. She shields her head with her work bag, hurrying on inside. She shakes her hair and sighs abruptly. "How can I [[help]] you ma'am?" ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["I don't need anything." Marta shakes her hair, "I'm just waiting for the next bus." Jackie stares at her, and folds her arms, "I...can't exactly let you stay in here unless you buy something." "I've been buying something everyday from here." Marta snips and sighs, "Fine, can I just get a small cappuccino?" "Give me one moment. You can take a seat anywhere you like." Jackie turns and grabs one of the nicer, ceramic cups to make the [[cappuccino]].]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">[Marta sits down at the table with the bag at her side, looking out the window. Her face is sour the entire time Jackie is making the coffee, and she carefully brings the coffee over to the older woman. "Here you are." Jackie sets it down, "You can pay at the counter when you're ready." "Thank you." Marta frowns at it and takes a sip. It momentarily vanishes when she takes a sip of the coffee and sighs contently. She looks over to where Jackie is as she begins cleaning the counter. "Do you always work night shifts? [[>>Sometimes]] [[>>Not Always]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Sometimes." Jackie answers, "Only when my boss really needs me to. I prefer working mornings." "Hmm, I understand that." Marta takes another sip of her drink, "My job has been putting me on longer hours this week...I've been needing to get a babysitter to take care of my kids." "You have kids?" "Mhmm, two." Marta takes another sip, "I don't mind it though, I could use the extra cash." "That seems to be a running theme today..." Jackie rubs her neck, "Things aren't easy nowadays." "Maybe it's not as tough for you, but everyday is a struggle for me." Marta rubs her hands along the cup, "But I can only thank God for the opportunities I've been given, despite who I have to be when things get tough." [[>>Who you have to be?]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaA.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Not always." Jackie explains, "Usually I'm in the morning shifts but my boss is on vacation so I've been holding the fort down." "That explains a lot." Marta hums, "It's not easy to do night time positions like this. It's pretty scary." "Yeah...it has been. Especially the last couple of nights." Jackie cleans off the steam wand of the espresso. "Ay, I'd hate to be you." Marta takes another sip of her drink. Jackie's face drops briefly, and continues to clean the machine. "But my life isn't that great either..." [[>>Oh yeah?]] ]</div></p> ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/Marta.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Who you have to be?" "I don't like being this--" Marta gestures with her hands to herself, "--tense woman! Running around, doing carajo knows what my bosses wants. I want to do more than that but everyone hardly gives me a chance!" Marta turns fully in her chair, "Do you know what half the stuff that these bigshot lawyers ask for? They ask for coffee, food that doesn't even look like food, and endless documents from City Hall." "City Hall?" "I don't know what they are." Marta shrugs, and checks her phone. "I just pick them up and bring them to them. [[>>Push further]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaH.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["Oh yeah?" "Yes. Maybe it's not as tough for you, but everyday is a struggle for me." Marta rubs her hands along the cup, "But I can only thank God for the opportunities I've been given, despite who I have to be when things are tough. To be stern and direct. It gets so tiring sometimes." Marta turns fully in her chair, "Do you know what half the stuff that these bigshot lawyers ask for? They ask for coffee, food that doesn't even look like food, and endless documents from City Hall." "City Hall?" "I don't know what they are." Marta shrugs, and checks her phone. "I just pick them up and bring them to them. [[>>Push further]] ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <div class="img3"><img class= "right-side large" src="images/MartaH.png"alt="Marta"/></p></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["What kind of documents? Personal records?" Marta picks at the edge of her nail, "No se, but management could do better. Rearrange themselves to be better." Jackie, in all her strength, kept the conversation going, "I think your ride is here." It was a black car, similiar to what Quan came in. Not as new, but same shape and size. Jackie didn't feel that great. Marta stood up suddenly and grabbed her bag, bringing out her wallet to leave some cash for Jackie. "Have a good night!" Marta fixes her bag over her head, propping the door open with her shoulder before hurrying out into the night. Leaving Jackie all alone to her [[thoughts]].]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/Jackiehuk.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["It's fine, Jackie." Jackie reassures herself shakily, "Everything is fine...." Jackie taps her foot against the ground, trying to drown out the incessant jazz music looping. //"It could be anyone. Anyone could be out to get me. Why has it been just those three every time? It can't be a coincidence..."// "No!" Jackie snaps out of it. "Okay! That's it. I'm done, I'm closing shop." Jackie flips the sign to the shop to close, and hurries back to the register. She counts the tally for the day and signs what she needs to. When she heads to the safe, she pauses. The door to Maggie's office was open. She strides cautiously inside and peaks inside. To her horror, the safe was open. Whatever money the morning shift had placed in there, was [[gone]]. ]</div></p><div class="img"><img class="left-side large" src="images/JackieA.png"/></div> <p class="clear"><div class="fixed">["No...nonononono." Jackie searches across the floor. She sees it was a cleanly open, and that they key was tossed to the floor. Someone broke in--someone broke in the shop! "When?!" Jackie is about to pull her hair out, "Oh no...Maggie's going to kill me." Did it happen while Amanda was working? While Jackie was working?? Was someone inside, waiting to do something worse?? Tears are about to burst from Jackie's face and she inhales sharply, "You know what...yeah, just...go home, Jackie. Talk to dad. Wait for him to get home. This is too much for you." Jackie grabs her bag in a frantic spur and hurries out to her car. She's had [[enough.|Last Chance]] ]</div></p> { (track: 'rain', 'stop') (track: 'real', 'stop') } { (track: 'mementos', 'playwhenpossible', 'volume', 0.002) (track: 'mementos', 'loop', 'volume', 0.002) } <p class="clear"><div class="fixed2">[ She can't pick. The officer doesn't seem satisifed with that. "All right, Jackie. I'm going to leave you in here to think long and hard about it. I can't guarantee I'll be able to help you with anything after that." The investigator gets up from his chair and Jackie wearily watches him step out of the room. She sits tiredly in her chair, lifting her gaze to the blinding light of the room. (if: $sequence>80) [Jackie blinks tiredly and sighs. It's after an hour that there's a knock on the door and the investigator returns, her dad standing in the hall. "You can step out, Miss. Parker." The investigator doesn't look satisfied. Jackie blinks, but gets up and she's able to hurry out the room, into the loving arms of her father.] (else:) [A chuckle escapes her lips, and she loosens her hair, rubbing her hair playfully between her thumbs. Hair dye somewhat still clung to it, and she'd have to be sure to do something about it later. Casey smiles, and kicks her legs in the chair, sitting alone in the holding cell. Humming a pleasant, happy song.] ] (t8n: "fade")+(t8n-delay:8s)[ [[Continue|Thanks For Playing!]] ] (set: $finishedRouteF to true)</div></p>