Dead Air 1

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if is_quest_accepted and are_quest_requirements_met
	Azra: *Azra is bent over a workbench strung with salvaged wire, a bowl of something cold pushed to the edge and forgotten. He doesn't look up until your shadow falls across the table.*
		You found it.
	Azra: *He takes the Answering Machine from your hands and turns it over. A small red light pulses on its face. On. Off. On.*
		It shouldn't be doing that. Nothing out there holds a charge this long.
		And yet here it is, keeping a light on for somebody.
	Azra: *He catches the word, sets his jaw.*
		A capacitor. That's all. Old tech was built stubborn.
		One message on here. Unplayed. Intact, never heard by a living soul.
		You understand what that is? A whole person, a moment, saved in a box in the dirt. That belongs to everyone. It always did.
	Azra: *He presses the play control. Nothing answers. The light keeps blinking, indifferent to him.* [#complete_quest]
		Of course it can't be simple.
	- Can you get it playing?
		Azra: Yes, I think so! I have a few ideas how to get the message playing... [#load_quest=662889d6-d76d-43a3-8b9e-a292a91e8d52]
elif is_quest_accepted
	Azra: The reading came off an old electronic waste field east of here. Pre-war electronic scrap, picked over a hundred times. [#end]
		Whatever's still talking is buried in it. Dig.
else
	Azra: *Azra Thorne barely fits the idea of a shaman. Lean to the point of gaunt, dark hair slipping loose, a woven vest threaded with dead circuit board. He has a handset pressed to one ear, hearing nothing, frowning at it anyway.*
		You've got a scavenger's hands, and a reputation to go with them. Good. What I'm after is buried under a hundred years of other people's junk, and most who dig out there wouldn't know it from scrap.
	Azra: Weeks now, I've been pulling a reading off my gear. Faint. Same bearing every time. Dead ground, no line, no power, nothing that should be saying a word.
	Azra: *He turns the handset over in his hands.*
		The desert's been trying to hand me something. Or a corroded CELL shorting in the sun and I'm a tired man hearing meaning in static. One of the two.
	Azra: I want what's making the noise. I mapped it to pre-war electronic piles east of Aniid Kin. Go through it. Bring me back whatever's still holding a charge.
	Azra: [#quest_info=5d2b4023-a708-4257-a111-944591d25d01]
	if is_quest_accepted:
		Azra: [quest: accepted] [#end]
			You'll know it when you find it. Things that still work out there have a way of standing out.
	else:
		Azra: [quest: declined] [#end]
			The offer stands when you're ready.
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