The message comes by carrier pigeon actually, which is a pretty weird way to deliver a message but of course, it's thematic. A very pretty looking brown pigeon swoops down out of the sky to wherever Natalie just so happens to be that afternoon and holds out its leg. The message is short and simple:
Got a job for you. Meet me in front of the doctor's office at dusk. No show, no job. Keep it a secret, rewarded very well.
- Hal
P.S. Burn this.
And that's it. Of course, if Natalie chooses to listen to the message, she will find the Sheriff in front of the clinic at dusk. She'll be greeted with a tip of his hat and one word:
"Doctor."
And then he holds out a small notebook. Looks like Natalie's been chosen for one of those roles that were mentioned. Good luck.
I have the ability to, yeah. But I'd prefer to offer vague answers than outright lies since keeping information from you ain't my overall goal. I never want to give a dead end if it ain't necessary and that's what lies do.
So... If that was all excess waste, how was it created? Seems like your bosses have pretty tight control over what's in the town, can they not control that part for some reason?
Exactly. It'll stay as long as this place is here, even if they got rid of it. It would come back. So, they tuck it away and watch if anyone tumbles into it. It's why I couldn't pull you out, but I could send you assistance.
Any route you take would be what you were meant to take. Couldn't tell you how to go if I wanted to -- how I'd leave would be different than how you'd leave, after all.
Two more questions, but they should be quicker. First... The copy of myself I saw. Does everyone here have one? Was it a clone, or the other way around, or what?
[ He considers this one for a bit, probably longer than reassuring considering the topic at hand. ]
Anyone who ends up down there and sees one, has one. It's not a clone and you're not either. It's just a version of you that was meant to die down there by your hands.
...If we all come from different universes, it's possible a version of the same person from different worlds could be brought into different rounds of the game, right? Is that who she was?
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:13 am
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It is entertaining to my employers, yeah, but it's not a specific feature. It's more of a ... sewer system. Part of the excess waste of the town.
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Hal, if someone asked you a question and refusing to answer would be suspicious, are you programmed to lie?
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So... If that was all excess waste, how was it created? Seems like your bosses have pretty tight control over what's in the town, can they not control that part for some reason?
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Best I can say, kid took longer to find a way out than you did.
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Two more questions, but they should be quicker. First... The copy of myself I saw. Does everyone here have one? Was it a clone, or the other way around, or what?
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Anyone who ends up down there and sees one, has one. It's not a clone and you're not either. It's just a version of you that was meant to die down there by your hands.
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absolutely horrified!!]
Why was she - why was I down there? I didn't have to - I could have brought her back, she could have gone home, I...
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Do you already know how this round is going to end, Hal?
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