Trinh's House: Beyond Thunderdome

Hey. Hey! You alright? You were out in the cold, alone.

“Mm?”

Oh good, you’re awake. My name’s Carina. And yours?

“T-Trinh. Where...”

It’s a train. A cool, fancy train, with round seats and everything. You know how many sorts of trains there are? It’s so interesting. There’s so many things I still need to see.

“Wha?”

Are you not fully awake yet? I’ll wait.

...

“Alright, what’s going on here?”

Oh! You’re awake. How are you feeling?

“Exhausted, I guess. Especially after...”

After what?

“Nothing. And what are you? I’d expect you to be a train conductor but conductors usually don’t answer back.”

Like I said, I’m Carina. I’m a bit new to all of this, so forgive me if I’m a bit rusty.

“New to wha-”

"Hey, kid. Are you lost? How'd you even find my house?"

You stare at this weird kid a little. She looks shaken, sorta lopsided. It may be the weather. She doesn't look like a native, with the map and confused look. Probably a tourist.

some-BODY

“I’ve been rotting in the backrooms for like two months. Time to come back.”

Miss Sarah Anne, only 24 when she was last seen, has been missing for 12 years now. She was last seen around a popular theater, The Illusion Amphitheater. Due to its popularity, and possibly local callousness, searches around the area have been difficult and fruitless.

The city of Grimehelm is a busy and sprawling one, a city full of life. It's well known for its technological advancements and successful businesses.

But it's also a city with secrets. There's a shady underbelly of this city, one with crime rings, mobs, shadow organizations, the sorts. As many lives have been ruined here as lives enriched.

You can tell who lives here and who is a visitor on how they handle the horrors of this misshapen metal hub. It's a hell we're trapped in, a steel prison of our own design.

The ones that use this to their advantage are the most dangerous. They are master manipulators, using their wits and profits to control their competition. Even the police are under their bankroll.

Sin and corruption fill the streets, the homes, and the hearts. It's been this way long before I was born. With the liars, the broken, the thieves, and the greedy, what does that leave?

(Guess who's back after college stuff (still in college))

"Huh? What? What day is it? Ehh, fuck."

Frustration gone.

>Check Stage

>Check Bar

The first hallway twists and turns like a winding snake. Be careful, there's no rail.

Fuck I'm getting sick from this. Are you able to skip a little bit?

(Small forward sounds)

Ow! Hit my face in a wall. Where are we now?

We're at the entrance. Despite being the entrance, there's no door out.

Great. Just great. Can't even leave the front. How the hell did I even get in the house, anyways?

Outside forces.

I'm using the skip button, fuck this house.

(More forward sounds, sudden stop at a room)

...Why?

"Hey, that's me!"

Oh, goodie.

COIL added to Inventory. ANNOYANCE added to Inventory.

(More forward sounds)

The ballroom. A place of beauty and grace, now a void of dust and silence.

>Check Stage

>Check Bar

>Check Floor

Outside the little strange house, somewhere in the back alleys of London, lay many a mess. Most hide here for shelter or escape, sometimes for meetings or a shot at escaping. Crime also happens here, as it's easy to hide away after initial contact.

Inside these alleys, there's a mysterious figure. You can try to contact her if you try, but it's hard to find her in the shadows. She'll usually not contact you first, she's a bit of an avoider of confrontation.

You take the confusion out of your inventory and set it on the drawer. You understand the layout of the house.

Map gained!

That is a disgusting map. Are there any doors?

You have to find those yourself.

You couldn't afford to use a marker?

"Doesn't look like you can afford one either, miss."

Oh shut up.

Inventory

>DJ Sanitune's Radio

>Map

>Check Anything Else

It seems to just be a radio. Doesn't look like it's plugged in or battery run though... Maybe I can move the little things, lessee...

"Hello and welcome to Nightsounds, the nightly broadcast at your local anomaly station Bone Radio Station, BONE, the higher ups named us, not us. You're here with DJ Sanitune, the only thing around here that seems to have a brain. How's everyone out there doing?"

At least it works. Though not sure how a music station will help me.

"Who said this was a music station, lady?"

Oh fuck!

She drops the radio onto the floor, making a little crackle as it lands.

"Hey, careful there, kid! Expensive property here."

Are you, are you the radio?

"Well, more of the waves on the radio. Used to be just a normal demon, got stabbed by an arrow or some shit, got a cool mutant power with sound and electricity or something, did something fucked up because now I'm a literal telepathic fucking Tesla Coil radio tower sitting in the office of some empty building."

I'd ask you if you're shitting me, but considering my situation I'm just gonna let that bullshit slide. You know how to get out of this weird house dimension?

"If I knew I would've left a long time ago."

Fuck... thanks for, something I guess.

She puts the radio into her inventory.

No I didn't.

You sure? Look into your soul.

My soul? Like in my chest or *click* oh shit!

Inventory

>DJ Sanitune's Radio

>Confusion

I'll, I'll keep that in mind. I gotta get out of this house...

>Check Drawers