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Dialogue·The Institute

Leon Default

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~ start

if faction task completed

He sets down the mechanical pencil and holds out his hand without looking up.

Back already. Let me see the count before you tell me it's all there.

I've completed the taskcompletes the faction task

He runs a thumb down the column, lips moving, then makes a short notation.

Reconciles. The numbers match what I logged out, which is more than I get from most of the people I send past the perimeter.

Just passing through

Then walk wide of the south yard. Everything in it is inventoried, and I'll know if it isn't.

end
else

He's bent over a leather ledger, ruling a line with the edge of his pencil. He doesn't look up.

A moment. I lose the figure and I start the column over.

I'm looking for workgo to faction_task
What does the Institute do out here?go to institute_question
What happened at Dove Creek?go to dove_creek_question
What's in that ledger?go to ledger_question
Nothing

Then you're a line I don't have to write. Appreciated.

end
ends the conversation

~ repeat_questions

His pencil is already moving again.

What else? I bill by daylight and I'm running short of it.

I'm looking for workgo to faction_task
What does the Institute do out here?go to institute_question
What happened at Dove Creek?go to dove_creek_question
What's in that ledger?go to ledger_question
That's all

Then we're square.

end
ends the conversation

~ faction_task

He flips to a page dense with crossed-out entries and taps it.

This outpost runs at a loss. Twin Rocks sends half what I requisition and bills me freight on the half that arrives broken. So I budget for people like you - cheap, unaffiliated, and off the books. Work I can't justify paying a researcher to do.

What's the job?

gives a faction task
if faction task accepted

He writes a description of you in the margin. Not your name. A description.

Do it clean and you become a recurring line item. That's the most security anyone gets out here.

I have other questionsgo to repeat_questions
I'll get it done

See that the numbers agree. Go.

end
else

Come back when you can carry your own weight in the column.

end
ends the conversation

~ institute_question

He gestures at the canvas walls without enthusiasm.

Officially, a forward research station. We sit close to the anomalies nobody upstream wants to drive three days to measure, so they park instruments out here and a coordinator to keep the instruments fed.

The researchers take readings. I keep them in reagents, batteries, and clean water so they can keep taking readings. Knowledge doesn't preserve itself. Somebody has to pay freight on it.

A thin, dry line of a smile.

The shamans up the road think we're chasing spirits. The Rangers think we're hoarding salvage. We're doing accounting. The wasteland just hasn't worked out yet that it's the only thing that ever has.

I have more questionsgo to repeat_questions
That's all

Then mind the inventory on your way out.

end
ends the conversation

~ dove_creek_question

He stops writing. Sets the pencil down square to the ledger's edge.

A custody dispute. The Institute recovered a cache of pre-war ordnance in the field. The Rangers decided anything they escort becomes theirs, and our Sentinels disagreed at close range.

He flexes his ink-stained fingers.

I wasn't holding a rifle. I was three valleys back, signing for the crates that came home and writing off the ones that didn't. Eleven of ours, and an inventory I'm still reconciling.

His voice flattens.

Both sides filed it as the other side's fault. The file never closed. Now every joint operation comes with an armed escort and a clause about who keeps the salvage. The Rangers will tell you it was a misunderstanding.

He picks the pencil back up.

Misunderstandings don't run eleven entries deep in my ledger.

I have more questionsgo to repeat_questions
That's all

Don't repeat that to the men in dusters.

end
ends the conversation

~ ledger_question

He closes the book over his thumb, almost protective.

Everything. Every crate in and out of this outpost for five years. What it cost, what it should have cost, who shorted me and by how much.

He opens to a page and turns it toward you - columns of his own shorthand you can't read.

The Frontier survives on what comes up the supply line. Food, ammunition, medicine, every bandage the Rangers wrap their people in. I know the quantity of all of it before they do. Where it came from. What it's missing.

He turns the book back toward himself.

People think a debt is forgotten once it's off their mind. It isn't. It's in here, accruing.

He pats the cover.

This book remembers the region's accounts better than the region does. That's not power. It's bookkeeping. Though from where I sit the two look identical.

I have more questionsgo to repeat_questions
That's all

Mind you don't end up in it owing.

end
ends the conversation
Dialogue source code
~ start
if is_faction_task_completed
	Leon: *He sets down the mechanical pencil and holds out his hand without looking up.*
		Back already. Let me see the count before you tell me it's all there.
	- I've completed the task [#complete_faction_task]
		Leon: *He runs a thumb down the column, lips moving, then makes a short notation.*
			Reconciles. The numbers match what I logged out, which is more than I get from most of the people I send past the perimeter.
		- Continue => repeat_questions
	- Just passing through
		Leon: Then walk wide of the south yard. Everything in it is inventoried, and I'll know if it isn't. [#end]
else
	Leon: *He's bent over a leather ledger, ruling a line with the edge of his pencil. He doesn't look up.*
		A moment. I lose the figure and I start the column over.

	- I'm looking for work => faction_task
	- What does the Institute do out here? => institute_question
	- What happened at Dove Creek? => dove_creek_question
	- What's in that ledger? => ledger_question
	- Nothing
		Leon: Then you're a line I don't have to write. Appreciated. [#end]
=> END

~ repeat_questions
Leon: *His pencil is already moving again.*
	What else? I bill by daylight and I'm running short of it.

- I'm looking for work => faction_task
- What does the Institute do out here? => institute_question
- What happened at Dove Creek? => dove_creek_question
- What's in that ledger? => ledger_question
- That's all
	Leon: Then we're square. [#end]
=> END

~ faction_task
Leon: *He flips to a page dense with crossed-out entries and taps it.*
	This outpost runs at a loss. Twin Rocks sends half what I requisition and bills me freight on the half that arrives broken. So I budget for people like you - cheap, unaffiliated, and off the books. Work I can't justify paying a researcher to do.
- What's the job?
	[#get_faction_task]
	if is_faction_task_accepted
		Leon: *He writes a description of you in the margin. Not your name. A description.*
			Do it clean and you become a recurring line item. That's the most security anyone gets out here.
		- I have other questions => repeat_questions
		- I'll get it done
			Leon: See that the numbers agree. Go. [#end]
	else
		Leon: Come back when you can carry your own weight in the column. [#end]
- Not right now => repeat_questions
=> END

~ institute_question
Leon: *He gestures at the canvas walls without enthusiasm.*
	Officially, a forward research station. We sit close to the anomalies nobody upstream wants to drive three days to measure, so they park instruments out here and a coordinator to keep the instruments fed.
Leon: The researchers take readings. I keep them in reagents, batteries, and clean water so they can keep taking readings. Knowledge doesn't preserve itself. Somebody has to pay freight on it.
	*A thin, dry line of a smile.*
	The shamans up the road think we're chasing spirits. The Rangers think we're hoarding salvage. We're doing accounting. The wasteland just hasn't worked out yet that it's the only thing that ever has.
- I have more questions => repeat_questions
- That's all
	Leon: Then mind the inventory on your way out. [#end]
=> END

~ dove_creek_question
Leon: *He stops writing. Sets the pencil down square to the ledger's edge.*
	A custody dispute. The Institute recovered a cache of pre-war ordnance in the field. The Rangers decided anything they escort becomes theirs, and our Sentinels disagreed at close range.
	*He flexes his ink-stained fingers.*
	I wasn't holding a rifle. I was three valleys back, signing for the crates that came home and writing off the ones that didn't. Eleven of ours, and an inventory I'm still reconciling.
Leon: *His voice flattens.*
	Both sides filed it as the other side's fault. The file never closed. Now every joint operation comes with an armed escort and a clause about who keeps the salvage. The Rangers will tell you it was a misunderstanding.
	*He picks the pencil back up.*
	Misunderstandings don't run eleven entries deep in my ledger.
- I have more questions => repeat_questions
- That's all
	Leon: Don't repeat that to the men in dusters. [#end]
=> END

~ ledger_question
Leon: *He closes the book over his thumb, almost protective.*
	Everything. Every crate in and out of this outpost for five years. What it cost, what it should have cost, who shorted me and by how much.
	*He opens to a page and turns it toward you - columns of his own shorthand you can't read.*
	The Frontier survives on what comes up the supply line. Food, ammunition, medicine, every bandage the Rangers wrap their people in. I know the quantity of all of it before they do. Where it came from. What it's missing.
Leon: *He turns the book back toward himself.*
	People think a debt is forgotten once it's off their mind. It isn't. It's in here, accruing.
	*He pats the cover.*
	This book remembers the region's accounts better than the region does. That's not power. It's bookkeeping. Though from where I sit the two look identical.
- I have more questions => repeat_questions
- That's all
	Leon: Mind you don't end up in it owing. [#end]
=> END