NOIR {ON THE RUN}

[Rabbot32]

NOIR
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You find yourself standing in your office. A dead woman is sprawled on one of the seats you keep for guests. A man shoved the revolver you keep in a desk drawer into your hands and ran outside just a moment ago. The barrel is still smoking. Muffed through bricks and the like, you can hear the tinny wail of sirens.

> WHO AM I?

Please use only letters and numbers in parser commands.

> WHO AM I

Roger Patterson, PI for all of Empire Bay, if they got the cash.

> CHECK INVENTORY

You are carrying a .38 Colt Police Positive Special handed to you by the man that just left, a small multi tool, a lockpick set, your car keys, a check from a client, and a simple folding knife. You have 32$ in odd bills in your wallet and some change.

You can hear the tinny wail of sirens getting closer.

>_

You're stunned, but otherwise perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 32.43$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster.

[Ad Bot]

[Freek]

sell the lockpicks and car keys and buy them back for 32 dollars

[Rabbot32]

>SELL AND RE-BUY LOCKPICKS AND CAR KEYS
You try to sell the items to the dead woman, but she doesn't respond. You give yourself 32$ for your lockpick set and car keys. You haggle the price down to 30$, shake hands, and trade the items with yourself. You feel accomplished.

The sirens are getting closer.

>_

You're stunned, but otherwise perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 32.43$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster.

[TheEpicRobot]

>INSPECT ROOM, COUNT REMAINING DOSH

[Rabbot32]

>INSPECT ROOM, COUNT REMAINING DOSH

You look around your office. Ahh, Château d'affaires. Your desk sits on one wall, clean of anything other than your typewriter and spare paper. A typed note sits in the typewriter that simply reads 'CARLA'. You know offhand that there's a box of .38 in one of the drawers, a huge stack of paper in one of the lower ones, and in the other drawers spare ink cartridges, a small well-burnt candle for when the power goes out, pencils, stationary, and other miscellaneous miscllaneoustry. A standup lamp sits in the corner of the room. Directly in front of the door is a set of leather chairs facing opposite of one another across a coffee table littered with excess nothing. The wall left of the door has a large window with metalworking keeping out anyone daring enough to climb a four-story building. The view shows you some smaller buildings covered in the falling snow, apartment tenets through windows, a stray painter through another, a man arguing with someone you can't see in another, so on, so on. On the streets you can see a couple in an ally arguing in front of a broken down car, a hotdog stand, a newspaper boy out past what should be his curfew, and a black police car pulling closer with the lights on and the steady wail of it's siren blaring. It's at the end of the street when you look.
You count the remaining money, 32$ and 43 cents.

The cops will be here any moment.

>_

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Freshly-bought Lockpick, Freshly-bought Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 32.43$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster.

[tber123]

> MAKE A RUN FOR IT

Also rabbot what about joining the unofficial Forum Games Discord and asking the mods to make a text channel for your thread

[Rabbot32]

> MAKE A RUN FOR IT

You turn to the door and throw it open, slamming it shut behind you and locking it with quick motions. Dodging the cleaning lady as she lights a smoke, you leap the stairs two or three at a time, and are out through the back of the building and into the ally. The chilly winter air smacks you in the face like a brick. You sprint town the alley in long strides, passing another homeless person shivering against a building, who tries to trip you just for spite's sake. It doesn't work and you flip him the bird on the way past. Eventually, you find yourself on the sidewalk on the other side of the block just as the cops arrive at the front door of your office building. They havent seen you yet, you turn and go into quick even steps like someone with a place to be. Other people don't take too much mind of you- It's Empire Bay, everyone's got somewhere to be. One older man leaning in the doorway of a diner calls out, telling you to slow down or you'll slide on the sidewalk. You keep pace and pretend not to have heard him. A block later, you slip into another alley to catch your breath and reflect.
The facts, as they are: There was a murder in your office. Someone shoved the gun at you, the police are chasing you. The paper in your typewriter read 'Carla'.
You rack your brain for a moment. Carla, Carla, who the hell is Carla? A client, she was a client who had asked you to find her missing husband. The case was still ongoing, you and her were suppose to meet today-
Well, you figure the meeting's canceled. This case just got a whole lot worse. Some people clearly want to make sure Carla's family stays gone. But the cops are after YOU right now.
Thankfully, you've got a backup plan, in case something like this happened. The cops in this town aren't all on the straight and narrow- money talks. There's a small storage facility near the docks you can camp out in if you need to. The sun is high in the sky, masked behind too many clouds to see. You don't have your watch on you, but you guess it to be about noon.
Your buddy in the police is probably wondering what the hell is going on right about now. Thankfully, Empire is the kind of place where payphones are everywhere.

You're standing in an alley. There's no one else in the alley. To your left is an exit, back the way you came. To your right is another exit. You can see a man selling hotdogs on the other side of the street and people passing, workers and townspeople, men in warm jackets, ladies in dresses and similar coats. You can't go back to the crime scene without looking suspicious. You give pause when you work out how many people saw you, before remembering that you don't really look all that special. You realize you're still holding the revolver. Thankfully when you got to the end of the ally you had shoved your hands into your pockets. You remove the gun and holster it proper inside your winter overcoat.

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 32.43$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[Rabbot32]

Also rabbot what about joining the unofficial Forum Games Discord and asking the mods to make a text channel for your thread

Sounds coolio, can you PM me the details?

[Freek]

>buy hotdog

[Rabbot32]

>IGNORE THE POLICE AND BUY HOTDOG
You shove the police out of your mind and walk out of the alley, checking left and right before crossing the street. You go up to the hotdog man and drop a half-dollar for a hotdog. He gives you a quarter or so in change. You take the hotdog, add a little mustard, and walk off.

You're standing on the sidewalk of perdition and sin, better known as Empire Bay. You're facing the street, watching traffic pass and getting ice thrown at you on occasion. There's a steady snow falling, the last paper you read called for the minor storm overhead to stay for a while. To your right is your office and the police. Behind you is a building selling women's clothing and the hotdog guy. To your left is more sidewalk. To the far left you can see an intersection. The cars passing by are people's cars, varying wildly in color and model. You spot a Model A rumbling by, a '42 Lincoln taking a turn like it doesn't care, a Culver Police Special go by with it's sirens on en-route to your office, a coupe you don't recognize the model of, and a giant snow truck on lumbering on to go do it's job. Your own car is back at your office, but you don't think you can get there without being seen.

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife, Hotdog. You have 32.17$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[Legoboss]

eat hotdog

[Rabbot32]

Imput your commands and I'll sort them out tomorrow- I'm going to work.

[tber123]

> CALL BUDDY ON PAYPHONE

[Rabbot32]

>EAT HOTDOG
You bring the hotdog to your lips. The smell of warm mustard and finely cooked sausage in a soft bun urge you to take a bite, so you do. Fluffy bun, warm meat, the spicy tang of mustard, it drives all thoughts from your mind. It brings back memories of boardwalking with-
No, not now. Now isn't the time to dwell on the past. You finish the hotdog, licking mustard from your fingertips. You feel deeply satisfied. That was a good hotdog.

>BUY ANOTHER HOTDOG
One is enough, you figure.

>BUY ANOTHER HOTDOG
One is enough, you figure.

>BUY ANOTHER HOTDOG
Throwing caution to the wind, you turn around to get another hotdog. The vendor just sold his last hotdog to a pretty girl in a nice dress. You curse your patience.

> CALL BUDDY ON PAYPHONE
You ate, drank whisky last night, and were merry a moment ago. Now it's time to diet. The hotdog man was clever, he set up relevantly close to a payphone. You step over to it, standing outside while the younger man dressed in a leather jacket and bowler rants at someone inside. You can't hear the extent of the conversation, but he sounds angry. After a moment of listening, he shouts something you can vaguely hear through the glass. He slams the receiver down and storms out, glaring at you for no real reason on the way by. You step into the booth, drop a quarter into the slot, and ring up your pals number. The phone rings once before someone answers.
"Empire Bay Polis' D'partment, Sergeant D'vada speakin'."
In a few quick sentences, you tell him what's going on, the murder, the guy throwing his gun at you. Devado sighs heavily.
"Listin Roger, I can't go callin' off this investigation jus' cos' you says you're innocent. T'be honest, you's a forgetin' idiot to run away from the-" He pauses for a moment. "...shoe-shin'a. Jus' cos you 'didn't get'cha shoes shined right' don' mean ya can go an' call it in. It's damn near Chrissmis, a lotta guys on the force don' wanna be on the job. Ya gotta have proof 'e wrong'd ya' b'fore any of 'em are gonna listen to ya'. Hell, they might jus' throw ya' in holdin' for spite. Ya' get me?"
You nod. He repeats himself. You realize you're a idiot and answer yes.
"A'right, I gotta get back to work. Tell ya' mudda I wanna casserole for handlin' the car crash she caused. Take'are."
He hangs up. You do the same and step out of the booth. You mutter a 'now what' to yourself.

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife. You have 31.92$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it.

[NotBomberguy]

buy another hotdog without bun or condiments
lewinsky hotdog
it was gonna happen sooner or later