The Night Before

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  "event": {
    "options": [
      {
        "outcomes": {
          "failure": {
            "text": "Nobody remembers you. Or everyone remembers you and they're all lying about it for their own amusement. Either way, the caps are gone and so is your dignity."
          },
          "success": {
            "text": "You find the bar where most of the damage occurred. The bartender remembers you - fondly, annoyingly. \"You bought a round for the whole place and gave a speech about the old world. It was pretty good, actually.\" She slides you back a handful of caps that she'd set aside, figuring you'd be back."
          }
        },
        "skill_requirement": {},
        "text": "Retrace your steps and try to piece together what happened. Maybe you can recover some of what you spent."
      },
      {
        "outcomes": {
          "failure": {
            "text": ""
          },
          "success": {
            "text": "You splash water on your face and get on with your day. The headache fades by noon. Whatever you did last night, it's between you and the version of yourself that made those decisions."
          }
        },
        "skill_requirement": {},
        "text": "Write it off. Whatever happened, you survived it. Move on."
      },
      {
        "outcomes": {
          "failure": {
            "text": "The dust trail leads you to a dead end behind a water tank. There's nothing here except a feral cat that hisses at you and a boot print that might be yours or might belong to literally anyone. Drunk-you was apparently not the master tracker sober-you hoped."
          },
          "success": {
            "text": "The dust pattern on your boots tells a story: you went to the south quarter, then back north, then east toward the old cistern. At the cistern, you find your jacket folded neatly on a pipe with a note in your own handwriting: \"DON'T FORGET - THE GUY AT THE MARKET OWES YOU.\" You have no memory of who or why, but the note works. A nervous-looking trader pays up without argument."
          }
        },
        "skill_requirement": {
          "tracking": 4
        },
        "text": "Your boots are covered in red dust - specific red dust. You know which part of the settlement has that soil. Start there."
      }
    ],
    "text": "You wake up with a headache and a mouth that tastes like something died in it. Your memory of last night is a series of disconnected images: firelight, someone playing a guitar badly, a toast to something that seemed important at the time.\n\nYour belt pouch is lighter than it should be. Not stolen - you have a sinking feeling you spent it willingly, on what you can't quite recall.",
    "title": "The Night Before",
    "type": 1,
    "uuid": "3b5fe5a3-2747-424a-8abb-5be28132d56c"
  }
}