I'm probably only going to be able to bang out an update every few days
for this one, as opposed to my typical one-a-dayish pace for video
IPATs; there's just so damn much transcription involved, it takes
forever to get everything typed up and formatted. Only one room of any
consequence in this episode, but it's got a mighty load of people and
dialogue crammed into it...
to Interface: While many people have seen demons in the bottom of a
bottle, there's no telling from the front of this nondescript building
that it contains a speakeasy, which itself is a front for the backroom
headquarters of the demon Pazuzu, aka Mr. Beautiful. About the only
clue to what's inside is the sign on the door.
A pair of big, dark, bloodshot eyes peers suspiciously out from a slot
that slides open in the door. The swarthy lids blink slowly...
Talk to Karl
give you three guesses and a chance for the washer/decking unit.
try to be clever, Gideon. You might hurt someone.
numskulls. You want in, you gotta gimme it.
password? You're kidding me.
Nah. You gotta
be a member. Read the sign.
That ain't the
password! Youse guys will have to do better than that.
fine. Do what the man says and take a close look at the sign, and the
password should be pretty obvious. Let's try that again.
read? Like the sign says, "members exclusively". No password, no entry.
Now beat it!
the not-at-all-conspicuous GIANT manhole cover slides away to allow us
Interface! Man, could I go for a cold...Shnyd's. Anyway, upon entering,
we automatically enter conversation with the skunk-haired lady perched
on the bartop.
Stone is portrayed by Stephanie Seymour of modeling, SI Swimsuit
Edition, and Playboy fame. She's one of only two characters in Hell
depicted in photographic stills and FMV; outside of that first shot of
the Interface, you never see her in CG form. Kind of odd, but I guess
it would've defeated the point of hiring a supermodel for the game just
to represent her as a primitive render.
well, well. And who's the next victim?
beg your pardon?
So this is what
you look like now... Wow, they did a nice job. You look great!
Eshanti! My little heart would be all aflutter...if I had one.
honey, allow me to introduce Cynna Stone. She's, uh, an old friend of
No, I just mean
we go way back...
we used to go way back behind the barn, didn't we, Gideon? Hey, Gid,
remember the days when I used to see through you? "I love you, baby, I'll always
Cut it out,
Cynna. This is Rachel.
Not the Rachel? Well, what do you know!
Walks on two legs and everything!
Wait a minute.
Gideon, you never mentioned that you two were...
Friendly? Acquainted? Pals? Buddies? Amigos? Familiar with the beast
with two backs? Just good friends? Scream in the night, rock around the
clock, what-do-you-know-here-comes-the-daylight kind of friends?
never mentioned that.
how's things by you?
just fine, thank you for asking. I've found that after you, electronics
is the next best thing. Of course, it's not like I have any choice in
the matter now.
I was really
sorry when I heard, Cynna.
I know, I know.
I got your cards, the flowers...or rather, the flower. What, is that supposed
to be dashing or something, a man sends you a single rose?
That wasn't a
white rose, by any chance?
White as snow.
You on the mailing list?
One of many,
woman was dead! I mean, not dead, exactly...uh...
It's all right,
Gideon. I was
dead. Still am, as a matter of fact...in the quaint, traditional sense
of the word. I'm not much more than a picture in a scrapbook.
I just don't
get this stuff. It's you; you're thinking, talking, still seem to have
a little feeling...
It's not her feeling I was wondering about.
Gideon always preferred his women to have some substance. Didn't you,
lambchop? He liked 'em live, too.
So how did they
most of this myself, actually. You work with the kind of ordnance I
work with, you always figure on slipping someday, especially when the
tech updates itself every five minutes. So, I developed this droid I'd
been tinkering with for years, and every now and then I downloaded as
much of my own playful sweet self as I could into data...my
personality, memories, you name it, everything that's me...onto a
couple of compact disks. Didn't bother to keep up the holographic file,
though. You'll notice I'm a bit younger than the last time you saw me.
The last picture of me was from a cousin's wedding. I remember wishing
I'd brought some plastic explosives with me. The band played
"Satisfaction" one too often.
wouldn't seem to say anything good about Cynna that she was able to fit
her entire braindump on a few CD-Rs.
Do you...do you
remember what happened? I'm sorry, you probably would rather not...
it's all right. I don't remember a thing. I only remember up to my last
downloading, which was about a week before what my doctors liked to
call "the unfortunate incident". I remember taking the assignment,
though. It was with an old friend from the Georgetown Revo days. You
know, an old friends I was seeing in kind of a new light. He was a
pretty damn good B&E man, but as far as demolitions go, he didn't
know shit from shinola, so I thought I'd help out, see what it would be
like to work together. The job called for us to use protoglycerine
caps...nitro in gel form. Highly unstable stuff, not for use at home.
Next thing I know, I'm coming out of surgery and there's no there there.
You think your
partner screwed up?
say. He didn't make it. He always was kind of fumble-fingered when it
counted, though. I guess it just goes to show you: never mix love and
Don't be. I'm a
holograph. Go ahead, pinch me.
Who was in on
the operation? What was your target?
Oh, no you
don't, ARC-head. You know I would never give up names.
Well, I'm not
exactly with "the firm" any longer. We, uh...
heard, I heard. They finally wised up to the fact that you weren't
really a fascist at heart, and put out a hit on you. I figure, knowing
you, that it hasn't sunk in yet; you probably figure it's some
bureaucratic snafu you can still clear up. And, to be honest, it's an
old habit that's gonna die even harder than I did...knowing better than
to talk about the Revo side of things. I mean, remember how much
trouble you had kissing in public? Even after we'd been going out for
ages, it made you uncomfortable.
Was he like
that with you, too? I thought it was me!
Nah, he's got
his prudish side. And does he still leave wet towels all over the place?
Uh, wait a
minute. I think we're getting off the subject.
How'd you like
to see him take a walk on the Revo side?
that came right the hell out of nowhere, Miss Kill-The-Sinners
something I'd like to see.
Why don't you come with us? We could certainly use you. Of course, with
my expertise with explosives, I'm likely to blow you up again.
That's the great thing about being dead: you don't sweat the little
Great. I have a
feeling that with you along, we'll really be able to give the Hand a
run for their money.
is certainly an abrupt change for the adversarial in Rachel's attitude
toward the government, though I suppose she could just be telling Cynna
what she wants to hear.
well, you know my motto: If you can't figure it out, blow it up. Uh, by
the way, Rachel, I was just kidding earlier. I mean, I knew it was over
between Gid and me the first time I heard him mention your name.
first time? Why, Gideon...
Priest, is it me or did the road just get longer? OK, ladies. Beautiful
must be behind that door at the rear of the bar. First thing we should
do is confront that demon. Once we've done that, we can consider these
other leads we've collected. Let's see. Dante told us about Aldous
Xenon of the CFF. We should go there soon. There's Nick Cannon at Voice
of God near the Mall and Dr. Clean at McPherson Square. Jersey tipped
us to Mouchoir's computer in the Transgressions office near Federal
Triangle, and he also mentioned a demon hunter named Dean Sterling.
Maybe Mouchoir's got something on Sterling. Of course, if we get really
desperate we can drop in on our old friends Pap-Pap and Anna Mae at
their comics shop near Gallery Place. Hmm, not far from that Xenon
fellow. A long road, indeed. On to Beautiful, ladies!
a pretty serious gaffe in the script here. Captain Jersey didn't say a
damn thing about Dean Sterling. Clearly someone screwed up in editing.
Gideon also pulled Pap-Pap's comic shop and Dr. Clean out of his ass,
but those turn out to be existing contacts from his ARC work with
Rachel, so it does make some sense for him to bring them up during a
time of trouble. Pretty wicked boner on the Dean Sterling thing, though.
there we go: Cynna is automatically added to the group. You can have up
to 3 allies travelling with you at any time; there are 5 in the game,
and 4 of them have items and/or skills that will be needed at one point
or another (the fifth is useless aside from a bit of comic relief).
a Demolitions Expert, Cynna comes equipped with an EMP grenade,
explosive charge, gas bomb, and a pack of mini-bombs. Let's have a look
This electromagnetic pulse grenade can have a particularly devastating
effect on machines.
Charge: These plastique charges are set for detonation when the pin is
Bomb: A bomb that emits an incapacitating nerve gas; it does not harm
victims, but so deadens their nervous system that they are rendered
into a virtual coma for several hours. It will take out a roomful of
people almost instantaneously, and it's small enough to fit in a
sure that oddly specific reference to a pneumatic tube couldn't
possibly have any relevance to a later puzzle.
Mini Bombs: A
small charge, the size of a bullet. Also known as "poppers".
recruiting Cynna sets a flag that allows us to start investigating
other leads, and opens up a bunch of new destinations on the map.
There's plenty more to be done in the Interface, though, so let's take
a look around.
Interface Speakeasy: The place still resonates with the shock waves
emanating from the mysterious and brutal murder of the owner, Swivel
O'Leary, by a government scrub team. All the normal, talkative patrons
keep coming, however. Maybe because now they have something to talk
Soar (bartender): Ever since the previous bartender...owner Swivel
O'Leary...was brutally murdered by a scrub team, former Hell's Angel
Soar has been nervous and tender as a, well, open sore.
Stevens (seated at bar): He may look like an elf, but he's really a
wizard when it comes to jury-rigging anything out of nothing. He's even
got his appearance rigged to his liking; due to his size and quiet
demeanor, he's easily overlooked, despite the fact that his name has
near legendary status.
blue, behind Stevens): Some things never change: a big, badass biker.
Chaos (on stairs): This disparate confabulation of decades of urban
contrariness in fashion, attitude, and jargon appears to have dressed
in the closet of some countercultural royal...in the dark. Carries it
all off with the haughtiest, most regal bearing, though: the look of
royalty, slightly deposed.
(left, in shinypurple): A woman of striking warmth and grace is out of
place in this seedy speakeasy.
Talk to Open Soar
hello, sailor! Didn't realize it was that
kind of bar.
Answers to some
questions we have.
I beg your
You only sell
We like to keep
We wanted to
ask you about Swivel O'Leary.
We know. You
got any idea why the Hand would off him?
You don't get
it. He's dead, as in smeared against the freakin' wall. As in, no way
in hell I'm talking to you about him.
Whatever happened to the friendly neighborhood barkeep you could tell
your troubles to?
He's still dead.
So are we, if
we keep wasting time on clowns like you. C'mon, Gid.
things never change", says the narrator, but in my day, most big badass
bikers didn't have hair formed entirely from melted vinyl.
sweetheart. Ditch that loser and run with a real man! I got a full tank
of gas in the hog, a six-inch wad of hundred-dollar bills, and enough
adrenal stimulators to party a week straight.
chief, but I'll pass. We've got work to do.
babe. What can tall, dark, and depressed do for you that Mindrunner
can't? Hangin' with me is more than just physical, if you get what I'm
sayin'. They don't call me Mindrunner for nothing.
Casanova. We're digging for data on Swivel O'Leary.
Funny how a man gets more interesting once he's had his intestinal
tract splattered all over a walk-in freezer! Swivel played it cool,
kept his mouth shut. Mostly mumbled to himself; hell, half of that was
Latin? He spoke
a few phrases. Hell only knows where he picked that up. Freakin'
annoying is what it was. I almost busted his chops plenty of times.
"Vocabulum est grallae, ominus venire ab genitor". He must have mumbled
that a thousand times under his breath. What's with you two? That mean
something to ya?
meaning to stereotype the motorcycle enthusiast community here, but I'm
kind of surprised Mindrunner could recognize Latin, let alone rattle it
off from memory.
grallae, ominus venire ab genitor, eh? The word "grallae" could mean
hint. Also, you may recall Rachel blurting out a similar Latin phrase
as she woke from her nightmare, back in the intro...
I could help, sunshine. Guess you owe me now. I can think of dozens of
ways to repay me, depending on how flexible you are. Heh, heh, heh.
Talk to Kween
I shudder to
thought we'd do the asking.
should have known: investigators. You have that orderly, methodical
look. Seekers of arrangement where there is none; it doesn't exist, and
even if it did, I'm not
how do you order a drink with that kind of mumbo-jumbo?
Gideon, leave Rob Halford out of this.
Kind of reminds
me of the time I tried to get you to talk about commitment, Gideon.
Yeah, well, you
blew your chance at that one, didn't you? In more ways than one, I'd
my chance?! Did it ever occur to you that maybe some women don't feel
like they have to beg a man to commit to comething. Maybe I was secure
Are you saying
I'm insecure, you tin-plated bimbo?
Will you two
knock it off?
All right, all
right. So anyway, lady, what you're saying is, you're a fan of disorder?
Queen of chaos,
actually. Deck in, baby, c'est-ci moi: Kween Chaos.
Is it me, or is
this conversation just a tad over my head?
shooting around you, my dear! Like subatomic particles ricocheting for
no discernable reason...and yet I repeat, even disinformation includes
Do you know how
we can get a hold of Mr. Beautiful?
that. You just have to say the magic word.
nothing random about that; it takes a certain, particular word to
summon him up.
yet not without the possibility of chance occurrence, much like what
happens in happenstance. A cyber-duality, the prosing occurrence of his
appearance with you standing there. Much like if a drink were suddenly
to appear at my elbow, for example.
Much like the
fat within chance. You want a drink from us, you've got to give us some
news we can use.
sorry, you're like aliens to me. I see him all around me! It seems
easy; you must merely look at the creature to see his essence.
But we can't
look at him if we can't summon him up!
you could, you would see no more than some petty hood, not unlike
thousands of others. Fate has condemned him, so he is the essence of
condemnation. In that lies his essence, and within his essence, you
will find him.
My head hurts.
Mine, too. I
give up. Thanks for your time, queenie.
Talk to Scub
wondering when you two would get to me.
What are you
talking about, fella? We never saw you before.
I know, just my
footprints...and that, only when I got sloppy a couple of times.
Who the hell
Holy cow, Scub
Stevens! The man's a legend!
Stevens? You're kidding me.
frankly. A holograph can dream, can't she?
holograph can have some manners!
just that we never figured on meeting you. The sign of a good rigger is
that he doesn't leave too many fingerprints. You don't leave any. In
fact, that's how we know a job is yours: no fingerprints, no marks,
from what I seen, if anybody could have given me problems, it would've
been you two! Heh, heh...too bad for ARC you're out of the business.
Wait a minute,
I just remembered something. Didn't a scrub team come after you once?
No maybe about it! Don't they teach you ARC boneheads about famous
disasters amongst your peers? I mean, he took out an entire scrub team!
just say you should never try to take a jury-rigger at home. I didn't
have to lift a finger. All they had to do was...open the door. How'd
you guys escape?
Pure luck. They
were expecting to take us out one at a time.
It's never pure
luck when you outdo a scrub team, lady.
to think our luck has run out.
not. You're off the Hand's map now. That's one good thing. They don't
know where you are; they don't know what you know. There's a bunch of
good people in your jurisdiction they never heard of, people you laid
off of. Maybe some of them could help you.
People like you?
I could be
persuaded. Plus, I sorta owe you two.
willing to work with us even though there's a scrub team after us?
Yeah, what the
hell, it's a slow week. Whaddya think, you need me?
hardware-hacker who takes his beer straight from the pitcher? SOLD!
don't you have to get, like, your little black bag, or whatever it is
riggers carry their tools around in?
rigger, for God's sake. If you can't make do with stuff on hand, what
good are ya?
let's have a look at Spielberg's
Scub's stuff. He's got a glass cutter, some glue, "dream powder", and
his jury-rigging skill, represented by the hammer icon.
Glass Cutter: A
common household item: a glasscutter.
I've got like a dozen of those just lying around the kitchen.
Glue: A bottle
of standard household glue.
This vial of so-called "dream powder" could knock out an elephant.
Jury Rig Skill:
Scub Stevens' ability to jury-rig.
straightforward stuff, but like Cynna's gear, it's all important.
Talk to Sophia
You don't look
like the type who drinks in a place like this.
by choice. I'm desperate to earn some money. Know anybody who needs the
services of a good forger?
Damn right you
don't look the part. Why put yourself at risk?
business, isn't it?
Not if you're
pushing your services to us.
told you, it's the money. I need cash to get my daughter out of the
city. She lives with a gang of kids that call themselves the Clean
Machine. They live near McPherson Square in a tenement across a narrow
street from their opposite numbers, the Deadly Seven.
What caused the division? Was it a result of their deck mutation?
Not much we can
do about getting your girl out of the gangs, but we could have use for
always carry my tools. If you want me to work with you, I'm ready, but
my condition is this: you two help me convince Chastity to leave the
Cleans. Do something to show her how empty of a life it is, and I'll
serve as your forger. Agreed?
Fake IDs! Gideon's totally being "Miles Long" on his.
our deal, now. You have to help me with Chastity while I forge for you.
Time goes by, and I think you're welching on our deal, I'll leave you
high and dry.
travels light, compared to the other two; other than her forging skill,
represented by the pen, she's just got a pass template.
Sophia Bene's ability to forge documents.
This template will allow you to make an official-quality Level 4 pass.
"Get Chastity away from gang life" subquest is going to be an almighty
pain in the nuts, seeing as it involves talking to upwards of 12 NPCs,
sometimes more than once. D: My fingers ache already. Besides keeping
Sophia happy, though, it'll also give us a chance to investigate Brian
Avery, who was listed on the Night of Re-Entombment memo as an
associate of the Clean Machine and Deadly Seven gangs.
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