#nmid

THE DANCER: A young man sits by the backdoor of the club. He is smoking a cheap cigarette, and almost wishing he was anywhere but there, and anyone but himself.

ENCYCLOPEDIA: [Easy: Success] The cigarettes he's holding are a pack of Cordora Red.

PERCEPTION (Sight): [Easy: Success] On the left side of his face, a black eye is starting to bloom.

EMPATHY: [Difficult: Success] He's happy about it.

EMPATHY [Heroic] Find out why

Ask him how he's doing.

YOU: "How's it going?"

THE DANCER: He's not looking at you. He's looking at the bouncer, his eyes riveted. END

CLUB BOUNCER: They stand by the dancer, arms crossed and a look you can't quite read on their face. They're silent in every way the dancer is not.

EMPATHY: [Difficult: Fail] The look on their face is anger. This is something that has happened many times before. If it were up to them, the dancer would be far away, and they would never see him again.

PERCEPTION (Sight): [Medium: Success] The dancer has taken something, he's high. His pupils take up most of his irises, and his hands shake faintly in his lap.

SUGGESTION: You should offer your services. After all, this is a well known establishment, they pride themselves on being as clean as can be, or at least, on the drugs staying inside, where they're meant to be. This guy is definitely a downer.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Ask him what he's taken. He's gotta have more somewhere, guys like him always do.

VOLITION: [Difficult: Success] Don't.

Ask the dancer.

Offer your services as law enforcement to the bouncer.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Dificult] Figure out what the dancer has taken.

Walk away.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: [Difficult: Success] His eyes are drooping, like he's about to fall asleep. This isn't a pleasure drug, he's been dosed.

Offer your services to the bouncer.