Conversation 677: WHIRLING F2 / KLAASJE 1

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ID	Character	Dialogue	Conditions	Links
0	None			1
1	None			248 2
2	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	The young woman raises a cigarette to her lips.		67
3	None			236 4 5
4	You	"*Officer*? Am I military personnel?"	Variable["tc.you_are_cop"] == false	6
5	You	Turn your bloated face away from her beauty and just keep on walking. [Leave.]
6	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Uh... no." She seems perplexed by your question.		287
7	You	"Wait, I know! I'm a businessman. *Chief executive officer*, right?"		9
8	You	"Then why did you call me an officer?"		12
9	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	The young woman shakes her head slowly.		70
10	You	"Okay... Chief technical officer?"		11
11	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"No..." She looks you in the eye. "You're a *police* officer, sir."		13
12	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Because you're a police officer, sir." She pulls on her cigarette.		13
13	None			76 14 16
14	You	"You're shitting me!"		17
15	You	"Who in their right mind would let *me* be an officer of the law?"		22
16	You	"God damn right, I'm a policeman! And don't you forget it!"		24
17	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I'm not. Unless *you've* been shitting *us* all this time..." She takes another drag.		288
18	You	"And what business is that?"		19
19	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I couldn't say. In truth... so far, mostly drinking."		56
20	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	She takes a long drag before speaking. "There's a mercenary out back. He's been hanged. The body has been there for a week now. The locals probably got tired of it and called the cops."		57
21	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I didn't mean to overwhelm you with information. You seem a bit... lost, officer."		250
22	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Don't be so harsh on yourself. They let almost anyone be a police officer."		116
23	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Could it be because of the drinking?" She raises an eyebrow. The cigarette sizzles.		59
24	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Okay, cool. I won't."		58
25	You	"I should get going now." [Leave.]		132
26	You	"I'm at death's door, bloated, a goner. And still..." (Sigh.) "Does the longing ever stop?"		62
27	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	She erupts in laughter, all the fatigue swept from her face. "What was that!? That's not even how *words* are used. What did you say? C'mon, say it again!"		28 41
28	You	"I said I wanted to have sex with you."		30
29	You	"I want to have fuck with you."		27
30	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"No, you see, that's not what you said. You said..." But she's unable to finish, consumed with laughter.		134
31	You	"I said *I want to have fuck with you*."		32
32	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"God damn right you did, you crazy asshole, you!" She wipes the tears from her eyes. "What kind of cop *are* you?"		33 34 35 36
33	You	"I'm a Cop of the Apocalypse."		42
34	You	"Superstar Cop. I can no longer deny it."		48
35	You	"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. You're pretty... I'm sorry. I'm the Sorry Cop."		37
36	You	"I'm not sure I'm a cop at all. I sure don't remember being one. I think I might have lied."		52
37	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Don't be, it was funny. And, anyway, who gives a shit? Who gives a shit about any of it?"		60
38	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"So what if you can't pull Grade A pussy anymore? There are other things in life -- more meaningful, more fitting for a man your age. This..." She gestures towards herself, draped in silver. "This is *fata morgana*. One thing, though..." She extinguishes her cigarette.		39
39	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"It's gonna suck for you later when you have to interrogate me."		40
40	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"And, for the record: No, I didn't do it."
41	You	"No, I don't want to."		134
42	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Has the time come already?" She raises an eyebrow.		135 43 44
43	You	"Cops walking around with no memory of who they are, saying what I just said... The end can't be more than two days away."		45
44	You	"No, we still have some centuries to go."		45
45	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"You're one intense cop. Anyone ever tell you that?"		140 143 46
46	You	"I wouldn't know. I have no recollection of anyone ever telling me *anything*."		146
47	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"All right, then. Looks like I should go and prepare for what's to come. And thank you, this has been delightful. I do hope it happens *sooner*. Otherwise..." She extinguishes her cigarette.		144
48	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Okay, that's cool. Or... if I can just maybe ask you to elaborate on that superstardom a tiny bit?"		49 50 137
49	You	"It means I'm a bloated old drunk with sideburns and disco pants. If I don't have a joke up my sleeve -- it's on me."		51
50	You	"I sincerely think I'm a superstar. It's a theory I'm developing."	IsTHCPresent("guillaume_le_million") == false	51
51	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I have certainly been entertained. Thank you. Whatever you are, you should stick to it. Otherwise..." She extinguishes her cigarette.		139
52	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Okay, sir, I have to ask: do you really not remember? Just like that..." She tries to think of a likelier explanation, but fails. "You drank so much you lost your memory?"		53 54 141
53	You	"I don't think there's any more to it. I'm a joke of a cop, or I joked about being one, and I drank too much. I'm also old."		271
54	You	"No. There is a massive, otherworldly mystery afoot here. And I am at the centre of it."		270
55	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I'm sorry." She puts out her cigarette. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."		133
56	Logic	You have no doubt about the drinking, but do you strike yourself as a tight-lipped drunk? She must have heard *something*.		92
57	Empathy	She speaks matter-of-factly, but there's a sadness in her voice.		292
58	Empathy	She means it. She wouldn't defy authority, however sweaty and bloated it may look.		79 78
59	Perception (Sight)	She hasn't had time to put her make-up on -- this is her morning cigarette. She looks tired, her beauty waning faster than it ought to at her age.		75
60	Empathy	She appears to genuinely want you to understand it's okay.		38
61	You	Try *The Expression* on her -- let her know you want her. Physically.		64
62	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Alcohol raises testosterone levels, especially in men," she says matter-of-factly. "The levels remain elevated after inebriation ends and the pain begins. You seek comfort. It's only natural."		286
63	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	She puts out her cigarette.		130
64	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			65 66
65	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaasje_tried_the_expression"]	246
66	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaasje_tried_the_expression"]) == false	247
67	Perception (Sight)	Her eyes are brown and her face is speckled with birthmarks. She can't be more than 28.		278
68	You	"'Officer' is my stage name, right? I can see myself as a middling disco artist called 'The Officer.'"	Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_conceptualization_officer"] == true	11
69	Conceptualization	*Officer* could be an artistic statement. You're already prone to those.		74
70	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			71 72
71	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["reputation.superstar_cop"] >=1	69
72	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["reputation.superstar_cop"] >=1) == false	73
73	Conceptualization	*Officer* could be an artistic statement. A claim to *official* renown.		74
74	None			68 10
75	None			92
76	You	"Are you sure?"		77
77	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I am, yes. Unless you've been feeding us a set of very well rehearsed lies all this time..." She takes another drag.		288
78	You	"Good. Now, how did you know I was a police officer?"		80
79	You	"No need to be alarmed. I was just getting into character, you know."		85
80	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"First I have to ask: Are you okay, sir?" All of a sudden, she looks genuinely concerned. "You look like you're about to throw up... Can I bring you something?"		88
81	You	"I might not know who I am, but I do know when someone's not telling me the whole story. What am I *doing* here?"	Variable["whirling.klaasje_disco_dancer_logiccheck2"] and Variable["whirling.kineema_TH_check_success"] == false	20
82	You	"I might not know where I am. Or who I am. Or what a *Coupris Kineema* is; how I know what one sounds like..."	Variable["whirling.klaasje_disco_dancer_logiccheck2"] and Variable["whirling.kineema_TH_check_success"]	83
83	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	She nods.		84 243
84	You	"...but I do know when someone's not telling me the whole story. What am I doing here? What's my case?"		274
85	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Okay." She breathes in the silvery smoke.		293
86	You	"How did you know I'm a police officer?"		87
87	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Sir, you've been here for three days. On *official police business*, as you put it."		103
88	Endurance	She's right. Something wants to come out -- through your mouth. But you can keep it down because your body does not control you.		94
89	You	"I'm fine. Answer the question."		98
90	You	"I feel wretched. Tell me, how do you know I'm with the police?"	Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_vomited_in_mouth"]	98
91	You	"It's a small wonder I'm able to even formulate this very thought. But I'll be fine. How did you know I was a cop?"	Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]	98
92	None			82 81 249 15 61 25
93	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	She's right. Something wants to come out through your mouth, right in front of her, right here... It makes you put your hand on your stomach and swallow.		97
94	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			95 96
95	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]	97
96	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]) == false	93
97	None			89 90 91
98	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			99 100
99	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]	102
100	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]) == false	101
101	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Sir..." For a moment it looks like you're going to blow, but you manage to keep it in. "You've been here for three days. On *official police business*, no less."		259 260
102	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Sir, you've been here for three days. On *official police business*, as you put it."		260
103	None			18
104	You	"Actually, I can see why they would entrust me with the law. I have the right character."		115
105	You	"No. In the course of our conversation I have masterfully suppressed the urge to throw up. This is a sign of professionalism."	Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]	112
106	You	"No. I realized you were withholding information. Something lit up in me. A killer instinct."	Variable["whirling.klaasje_disco_dancer_logiccheck2"] == true	113
107	You	"No. I *deduced* that I'd thrown my shoe out the window from the direction of the shards."	Variable["whirling.viscal_window_has_deduced_shoe"]	252
108	You	"No. My mind keeps coming up with titbits of information -- all sorts of facts, trivia. Gives me a detective-y vibe."	Variable["whirling.kineema_TH_check_success"]	283
109	You	"No. I think I saw a sadness in you when you told me about the hanged man. Others would have missed it."	Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_empathy_sadness"]	110
110	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"But I wasn't sad." She tilts her head.		114
111	You	"Never mind. It's more likely someone made a mistake somewhere..."		251
112	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Thank you, sir." She smiles, lazily. "I mean that."		284
113	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Of course." She pulls on her cigarette.		280
114	None			92
115	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"A fondness for contradictory statements?"		105 106 109 108 107 281 111
116	Authority	A glib remark. Don't let it stand -- assert yourself.		254
117	You	Better let it go. Say nothing.		118
118	Authority	Retreat is not a winning tactic.		119
119	None			92
120	Reaction Speed	Something stirs in you as she's about to go. Call it an instinct, a need -- the need to ask *questions*. It's like you've said the words a million times before...		290
121	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			122 123
122	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaajseone_rhetoric_exaggerated_killerinstinct"]	124
123	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaajseone_rhetoric_exaggerated_killerinstinct"]) == false	120
124	Reaction Speed	Something stirs in you as she's about to go. Must be that *killer instinct* again -- the need to ask *questions*. It's like you've said the words a million times before...		290
125	You	"Before you go I have some *questions* for you."		150
126	You	What if I don't want to ask questions?		147
127	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			128 129
128	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_reaction_stopped_her"]	126 125
129	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_reaction_stopped_her"]) == false	295
130	None			121
131	None			130
132	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Of course." She puts out her cigarette. "Be careful, officer. They don't like the police around here."		131
133	None			130
134	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"C'mon man, pretty please! One more time!"		291
135	You	"Yes, we are mere minutes away from the total collapse of reality."		136
136	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Mere minutes? I should go and prepare then. Thank you, this has been delightful. I hope it does all come crashing down. Otherwise..." She extinguishes her cigarette.		144
137	You	"I am a scion of Guillaume le Million."	IsTHCPresent("guillaume_le_million")	138
138	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Or maybe you *are* Guillaume le Million? He'd be about your age now... Think about it! One thing, though..." She extinguishes her cigarette.		139
139	None			39
140	You	"Yeah, I guess I'm pretty intense."		145
141	You	"It's obvious. Someone did me over. I got fucked -- bad."		271
142	None			39
143	You	"I'm sure I'm usually less intense. I don't know why this *stuff* is coming out of my mouth. "		145
144	None			39
145	None			47
146	None			52
147	Reaction Speed	You're a cop, Harry. It is *unnatural* of you not to want to ask questions.		245
148	You	"Wait! I have some questions before you go."		150
149	You	Let the moment pass.	Variable["whirling.volition_questions"]
150	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Yes?"		155
151	You	"What is this place? Where am I?"	Variable["whirling.lena_intro_quiz_done"] == false	153
152	You	"Your room is almost next to mine. Did you hear anything last night?"		188
153	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"You're in a hostel, sir."		154
154	You	"No -- *where* are we? Where in the world?"		156
155	None			186 151 165 152 205
156	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"We are in Revachol."		157
157	Encyclopedia	Revachol is the disgraced former capital of the world, divided into zones of control under foreign occupation -- half a century after a failed world revolution. She is central to our moment in time.		285
158	You	"Should that mean something to me?"		183
159	You	"Revachol forever."		164
160	You	"How about you tell me something else instead?"		161
161	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Yeah?"		180
162	Inland Empire	Those words -- "tell me something else" -- feel like something you've said innumerable times before. Your mouth is the very shape of them.		163
163	None			155
164	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"For ever and ever."		257
165	You	"Tell me what year it is."		166
166	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"It's '51."		167 168
167	You	"What century?"		169
168	You	"Okay, tell me something else."		182
169	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"The Current Century."		170
170	You	"And that's what? What number?"		171
171	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Centuries don't have numbers, they have names, and this is the current one."		172
172	You	"How many centuries have there been, then?"		173
173	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Civilization has existed for eight thousand years, sir." She grins.		174 168
174	You	"What's so funny?"		175
175	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"You're right." Her expression turns serious. "There is nothing funny about civilization."		181
176	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			177 178
177	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_remembered_tell_me_soemthing_else"] == true	163
178	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_remembered_tell_me_soemthing_else"] == true) == false	162
179	None			155
180	None			176
181	Empathy	She hates civilization. She feels betrayed by it.		179
182	None			161
183	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"You sure look like you're from Revachol. Revachol parties."		184
184	Encyclopedia	Her accent suggests she is not from around here. She's from Oranje, another part of the world.		163
185	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"The dockworkers are pretty cocky. They think they're police enough. At least here on the coast -- I can't say about the rest of the city."		187
186	You	"What is it that they have against the police here?"	Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_heard_police_not_liked"]	185
187	None			155
188	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"There was the usual ruckus." She shrugs. "Loud disco music."		189
189	You	"Did I have any visitors?"		190
190	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I couldn't say -- it's impossible to hear people speaking from over here." She nods toward Room #3.		191 192
191	You	"Loud disco music?"		201
192	You	"Tell me something else."		193
193	None			161
194	You	"Yeah, we go on, alright."		199
195	You	"It mostly just gets hard, doesn't it?"		200
196	You	"Maybe we should stop going on then? Doesn't the 'going on' cause the 'getting harder' part?"	Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_rhetoric_deconstructed_lyrics"]	198
197	Rhetoric	In that case, doesn't life get hard *because* we go on?		194 195 196
198	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I think you might have come to the same conclusion last night. At around two o'clock, the disco stopped, and there was a change of pace."		204
199	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I don't know about that... At around two o'clock, the disco stopped, and there was a change of pace."		204
200	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"It would appear so. At around two o'clock, the disco stopped, and there was a change of pace."		204
201	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Oh yes, various artists. Ostentatious Orchestrations prime among them." She raises an eyebrow, waiting for the name to connect with you.		203
202	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"OO were *huge* where I come from. I was very young then, of course. Like seven. 'Life gets haaard!'" she sings, "'But we go ooooooon!'"		197
203	Encyclopedia	Oh, *that*. Yeah, whooh... The less said about OO, the better.		202
204	You	"What happened?"		207
205	You	"Okay. You can go now." [Leave.]		206
206	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Glad to have been of assistance."
207	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"A slow, sad song started playing. Like organ music, on repeat. That went on for quite a while. Some of the time you were yelling along to it."		209 208 210
208	You	"What was I singing?"		214
209	You	"Was I singing this?" (Show her the empty case of "The Smallest Church In Saint-Saëns".)	CheckItem("music_whirling_smallest_church")	213
210	You	"I've heard enough."		211
211	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Okay."		212
212	None			155
213	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Yes! There was a church in there. A really small church. Like the smallest, saddest church in the whole world. It was about that. And also..."		215 210
214	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"That it doesn't *matter* anymore. And that we're *alone* now. It was difficult to tell -- the song itself was very quiet and soft, but you sounded like a wounded boar, sir. It was hard to understand what you were singing on top of it."		218 217 216 210
215	You	"What else?"		214
216	You	"Then what happened?"		221
217	You	"When you say *wounded* do you mean that in a *cool* way? Like a *wild beast*?"		219
218	You	"I'm sorry."		222
219	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Yes. It was very cool."		220
220	Rhetoric	It's impossible to say whether she's being sarcastic or really means it.		216
221	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Then you started screaming and trashed the place."		223 224 225
222	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Don't be, I was going out later anyway. It didn't bother me."		216
223	You	"Are you sure I wasn't being assaulted?"		226
224	You	"That's so *me*. What did I do?"		227
225	You	"You're making this up. I would never behave like that."		228
226	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"No, it didn't sound like there was a fight. It sounded like someone was trashing their room."		227
227	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"A window was smashed. The tape player probably -- the song stopped -- and furniture too. A real destructothon. There was screaming. Then, I think, you passed out."		229 230 231 277
228	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Yes." She looks at you. "Never."		234 277
229	You	"Was there anything else?"		232
230	You	"Please tell me there wasn't anything *else*."		232
231	You	"It prides me to hear this. Tell me there was more."		232
232	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"There was. I think you screamed that you... didn't want to be 'this type of animal' anymore. I may have misheard, but it was sort of memorable."		300
233	None			155
234	You	"What happened then?"		227
235	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I went out afterwards. Everything was quiet by then. Around four or five." She nods. "And that was it."		233
236	You	"Ah yes, *officer*... about that."	Variable["tc.you_are_cop"]	237
237	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Yes, sir?"		238
238	You	"How did you know I'm with the police?"		239
239	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Unless you've been feeding us a set of well rehearsed lies, you've been here for three days. On *official police business* no less."		273
240	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			241 242
241	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaaseone_logic_interrogated"]	276
242	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaaseone_logic_interrogated"]) == false
243	You	"That's it."		244
244	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Good monologue!" She smiles, flashing her pearl-white teeth.		250
245	Volition	You don't have to. No one is forcing you to be a cop.		148 149
246	Suggestion	*Try The Expression*? C'mon, why are you still doing this?		26
247	Suggestion	The words have already left your mouth...		29
248	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Officer." The woman nods to you, still smoking her cigarette.	Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_greeting_done"]	3
249	You	"Why don't I remember being a cop, or anything else?"		262
250	None			92
251	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I'm sorry. I was being glib." She pulls on her cigarette. "I'm sure you're a great cop."		294
252	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Extraordinary." She pulls on her cigarette and nods.		279
253	None			104 117
254	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			255 256
255	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_rhetoric_quib_contra"]	253
256	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_rhetoric_quib_contra"]) == false	299
257	Shivers	And ever and ever... Out of the corner of your eye, you see the hair on the back of your hand standing on end. It feels as though low-grade lightning is coursing through you. You must be hypersensitive from the hangover.		163
258	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Okay."		260
259	You	"Don't worry, I'm not going to vomit."		258
260	You	"What kind of business?"		261
261	None			19
262	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			263 264
263	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaasje_pretended_you_know_cop"] or Variable["whirling.klaasje_cop_known_route"]	265
264	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaasje_pretended_you_know_cop"] or Variable["whirling.klaasje_cop_known_route"]) == false	23
265	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I can see that."		266 267
266	You	"Do you know why?"		275
267	You	"Good."		268
268	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Is it?" She raises an eyebrow. The cigarette sizzles.		59
269	You	"Find someone else to laugh at."		55
270	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"In that case, I think I might have a *premonition* for you..." The silence is foreboding as she extinguishes her cigarette.		142
271	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"I'm sorry..." She extinguishes her cigarette.		142
272	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Goodbye."
273	None			18
274	None			20
275	None			23
276	None			92
277	None			210
278	Conceptualization	A silver jumpsuit falls off her like scale armour, sparkling. This is the sparkle of too many nights out on the city.		3
279	Rhetoric	She doesn't actually think it's all that extraordinary.		114
280	Rhetoric	She remains unconvinced...		114
281	You	"This is your morning cigarette. I deduced this from your lack of make-up. Also -- you *party*. A lot."	Variable["whirling.klaasje_perc_sight_noticed_makeup"]	282
282	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Not as much as you..." She pulls on her cigarette. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to be glib. I'm sure you're very good at your job."		114
283	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"Of course." She pulls on her cigarette.		280
284	None			280
285	None			158 159 160
286	Encyclopedia	Isn't it the other way around? Heavy drinking decreases testosterone... and believe me, you would know.		63
287	Authority	There's only one solution to this. You're a businessman.		7 8
288	You	"All this time?"		289
289	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"You've been here for three days. On *official police business*, no less."		18
290	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	She looks back at you, a light glinting off her eyes.		127
291	Authority	Don't back down now. Say what you said again -- *proudly*.		31 269
292	You	"And why didn't you just tell me that?"		21
293	Endurance	Whoah! Something wants to come out of you -- a bit of vomit? Thankfully you keep it down, because your body does not control you.		86
294	Electrochemistry	No, she's not! Reassert yourself by being *flirtatious*.		114
295	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)			296 297
296	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		Variable["whirling.klaasje_neverstops"] == true	298
297	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)		(Variable["whirling.klaasje_neverstops"] == true) == false	272
298	Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)	"And no, it never stops."		272
299	Authority	That feels like a jab, but honestly -- you deserve it. Plus, it would be *rude* to reprimand her.		119
300	Pain Threshold	Sounds like you were in some real *fundamental* pain there, muscle-man.		235