Day 1 finally over. The traffic jam was ultimately useless to me. However, I feel like the rest of my time was spent very well.
Found out about my gun situation at the pawn shop. Oops. While I'm there, I make a comment about how the ragtag miniatures inspire confidence, that even "they" can make a difference. My imagination buddies have an intervention to inform me I'm officially a communist now. A'ight.
Wednesday there's a thing about closing up the water lock to get to a village on a different island. Just noting this down so hopefully I remember.
I tried punching the racist guy guarding the button for the door twice. I failed twice. Stupid worker guy's advice didn't help at all.
So now I am fully indoctrinated as a racist. This also happens to open my eyes to see that I am a super alcoholic. Still working on internalizing that one by day's end. Anyway, he lets me in to see the boss.
I found some great sunglasses to steal in the bathroom. This is absolutely worth mentioning. And I got my coat back! My look is really starting to come together.
Befriended Lou, the dockworker. He is so nice (and a great source of information, turns out).
Had a 1 on 1 with Evrart. He says I'm Harry De Bois, but that's bullshit. I'm Detective Raphal Ambrosius Costeau, thank you very much. His ploy to get me to sit in his chair works in the sense that I lose 1 HP, but it DOESN'T work, because I totally nailed a 28% chance to not completely panic that he has a massive folder of dirt on me. Take that, statistics!
I take his novelty check, guessing that it'll get in the owner's head, like "well shit he's got Evrart on his side. Guess I better let this slide, or else I'm gonna get in bad with the union." However, I don't say thanks for it because one of my imagination buddies told me not to, and it pays off with a later dice roll!
He can help me find my gun and pay off my debt at the hostel if I do him a tiny favor. I know how this goes, so I decline the offer. But Kim sounds defeated, and already knows that we're basically stuck, so I relinquish and offer my services.
I head back and talk to Asshole McGee at the hostel. He scoffs at my novelty check. I'm forced to sell Kim's hubcaps in order to afford my room. I feel bad, but he seems to accept it.
Given that the day is over and finding a fridge for this body after 11pm seems out of the question, I go ahead and have the body sent off to the station. Hopefully whatever my gut was telling me was important that I missed isn't THAT important.
Had a really nice talk with Kim out on the balcony to end the day. Then I dream about some real fuckin' shit and wake up less than refreshed (though I still got a full HP and Morale refresh so whatevs).
