conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The British got just about everywhere when building their empire. It shouldn't really come as that much of a surprise that they reached the underworld too.
  
  Founded on the far bank of the River Styx in 1832 by the legendary gentleman-explorer Sir Stamford Wolsey, New Sheffield was for a century the prize of the British Empire. But nothing lasts, and when the Empire collapsed the skeletons, ghouls and various other inhabitants of the city gratefully seized the chance to regain their independence. In 2014, the extent of Surface involvement in Necropolis, as it is now known, is the British-owned Stygian Travel Agency and a sizable number of expatriate residents - and the Supraterranean Embassy.
  
  This is where you work, dealing with the living on holiday, the unfortunates who mistake the carnivorous zombies for the civilised Afterlifers, people trying to smuggle their dead relatives back across the river, and all the other day-to-day troubles that result from cramming the living and the dead together in close proximity. Part police force, part business operation and part diplomatic agency, yours are the difficult tasks that the Hadean administration doesn't like.
  
  It's not an easy job.
  
  You seriously doubt that the murder of Hades' favourite demigod is going to make it any easier.
  
  
  *Feel free to make new cards, especially Subplots. You're going to be telling the story as well as me, so do feel free to take control of NPCs if you need to, although of course other players' characters are off limits. Ideally, we'll drive the story with character interaction as well as plot.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Let him leave? As if that's about to happen. No matter how creepy he is, he can't be allowed to leave!
conversations.prefix: Try to Stop Him:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe there's something in what he says. He is, er, rather a strange sort of man. To put it lightly.
conversations.prefix: The Stranger is Leaving:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some of the sentient mist that makes up the Underworld sky, cunningly disguised to fool Carol's tech. Perhaps Griesley's soul was too much to hope for.
conversations.prefix: Some Mist (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It contains security footage of the mysterious woman entering and leaving the library, with and without the briefcase now in your possession. It gibbers quietly when in the dark, and leaves dark red stains on unprotected surfaces.
conversations.prefix: Video Cassette:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The police have thoughtfully left water and plastic cups on the table. How kind.
conversations.prefix: Pitcher of Water:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Is this place a regular meeting spot? It might be wise to have a poke around.
conversations.prefix: Search the House:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is what the mist came out of. It still smells strongly of damp, and has acquired an unsettling habit of opening and shutting when no one's looking.
conversations.prefix: Odd-Smelling Briefcase:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In this sort of situation, personal rivalries can come out. You don't want the team divided, no matter how alluring the prospect of individual success.
conversations.prefix: Keep it Together:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Let *go*, dammit! The blasted thing seems impossible to shake off, but perhaps its vocal powers might come in handy sometime.
conversations.prefix: Tenacious Mandrake:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ouch. That one hurt. You're OK, but it'll take a while for the cuts to scab and the bruises to fade.
conversations.prefix: Wounds:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's not that you don't like your companions, but, well. You can't pass up such a good opportunity to prove yourself. And once woken, your ambition can't help but linger.
conversations.prefix: Get Ahead:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone tried to hide it, but it's yours now. Blots of ink sometimes appear on its pages, and occasionally trace curious geometric patterns.
conversations.prefix: Odd Notebook:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What *have* you been looking at? This is valuable stuff. Keep it to yourself, at least until you find the right buyer.
conversations.prefix: Embassy Secret:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Noted down from the rear number plate of the rust-stained car outside 44 Turbot Road.
conversations.prefix: Registration Number:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Living, and yet no soul? How can this be? The only soulless creatures down here are the zombies, those dead who have lost their spark of sentience. For reasons scientific or personal, you'd like to know how it's done.
conversations.prefix: The Soulless?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Most things down here can be shot, just like most things on the Surface - but not all. This gun fires modfied flares packed with magical energies; slow to reload, but effective on almost all of Hades' nasties.
conversations.prefix: Modified Flare-Gun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who is Sir Walter Mordley-Tappet? What information can asking around the offices net you?
conversations.prefix: (Optional) Rumour and Intrigue:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Much to the chagrin of the predominantly British staff, the current Ambassador is an American. Still, she does a fine job, with relatively few fatalities.
conversations.prefix: Ada Chen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rebuilt after a fire in the heyday of the concrete block, it is extremely ugly. But its secrets are just as profound as before.
conversations.prefix: Necropolis City Library:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Applied Sociology, you're looking for. If only you know where that is. And *what* it is, for that matter.
conversations.prefix: Where's that Soul?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It couldn't hurt to ask if the librarians have seen anything suspicious. And Toni seems ... a little less scary than the rest.
conversations.prefix: Toni. With an 'I'. (Optional):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Print out her photo and ask around the Embassy. It's a long shot, but maybe your directness will catch someone off guard.
conversations.prefix: Nekane Who?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The contacts of the aetheric scope - of course! Surely, if Carol can get the thing working, she can track Rackham's recent movements.
conversations.prefix: Work Your Contacts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: She disappeared, obviously. But why? And how? These are probably important questions.
conversations.prefix: What Happened to Carol?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether the soul is still here or not, there's got to be a way to get this thing open. It's not like you have any other clues.
conversations.prefix: Locked Briefcase:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some of the sentient mist that makes up the Underworld sky, cunningly disguised to fool Carol's tech. Perhaps Griesley's soul was too much to hope for.
conversations.prefix: Some Mist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Androphis has the feeling he knows someone who might be useful in a situation like this. Who was it again?
conversations.prefix: Just a Thought:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Time to get to work. Every living human in Necropolis is on record *somewhere* in the Embassy - including your suspect.
conversations.prefix: Put a Name to That Face:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: New faces have appeared. You'd best get to know each other, and explain to the newbies what's happening and what you know about it.
conversations.prefix: Hello there!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A fashionable district of hotels, apartments and high-end stores, conveniently located just west of the city centre.
conversations.prefix: Wyvern Heights:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If you can find proof that Rackham was involved in Griesley's murder, or that she's a necromancer, this job is going to get that much easier.
conversations.prefix: Look for Clues:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The living, the dead, the semi-dead, the mostly-dead, the undead and the *super*-dead generally find it hard to get along. Your job is assist with the tricky interactions between Surfacers and Stygians.
conversations.prefix: Public Relations:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A paper-stamper, a pen-pusher, an expert in tangling unfortunate applicants in yards of red tape; you are the backbone of the Embassy, capable of ploughing through forms with superhuman skill and endurance.
conversations.prefix: Bureaucrat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Few people understand much about the creatures, people, geology, or laws of physics found in the Underworld. You're here to study them, and, as your research is useful to its operations, the Embassy funds it.
conversations.prefix: Scientist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Technically, the Surface authorities aren't allowed to have any armed forces in the Underworld. But the Embassy needs guards, and in the course of its duties also requires its own unofficial police force. You are one of these people.
conversations.prefix: Enforcer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cooperating with the Necropolitans is imperative for the Embassy's success. You're one of its contacts among the [fill this in with whatever you are; anything suitably Underworldish, from minotaurs and dragons to lost souls and evil spirits, is fine. Please fill in a suitable image, too, if you can!]
conversations.prefix: Native Contact:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You died some time ago, but you just kept working. No one really had the heart to turn you out, so despite your technical ineligibility for Embassy work, you're still pottering about.    
conversations.prefix: Retired Busybody:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When shown a monster, your first reaction is not to run but to measure the length of its teeth. When given a mysterious ancient potion, the first thing you do is pop it over the Bunsen burner and see what happens.
conversations.prefix: Scientific Curiosity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You might lack much imagination. Or you might simply be very well-adjusted. Either way, your mind is curiously resistant to the horrors that frequently pop up in the course of Stygian life.
conversations.prefix: Stable:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ill? Congenitally frail? Just plain out of shape? Whatever the cause, if you ever got into a fight, you'd want to make sure you had your affairs in order first.
conversations.prefix: Weak:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're attentive with the elderly, cool with the young, menacing with the ghouls ... You've got a knack for making yourself liked by whatever group it is you find yourself in.
conversations.prefix: Charming:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your address book has swelled a bit over the years you've been down here. You know who's who, what's what, and, on certain terrible and confusing nights, why's why.
conversations.prefix: Connected:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Underworld is full of things that defy categorisation, understanding, and indeed conventional physics. You know more about them than most.
conversations.prefix: Knowledgeable:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stealthy, cunning, quick to come up with a plan and just as quick to make your getaway when things turn bad. You'd make an admirable thief. Not that you'd ever stoop to such things. Ahem.
conversations.prefix: Subtle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The more nightmarish qualities of Stygian life really get to you. Sometimes, you can't sleep for days at a time for fear of what you might dream. Sometimes, you're not even in your right mind.
conversations.prefix: Hagridden:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're very, very scary. Most humans are intimidated by you, even long-time Necropolis residents. More than a few of the more eldritch citizens are, too. It would be nice if, just this once, no one ran away ...
conversations.prefix: Terrifying:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh yes, magic is impossible. But 'impossible' is something of a loose category down here.
conversations.prefix: Magical:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're looking out for number one and no one else. If anyone in your way gets hurt, well, it's their own damn fault, isn't it?
conversations.prefix: Selfish:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of the occupational hazards of living down here. If possible, you'd like to get this thing removed.
conversations.prefix: Cursed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You pick it up, and suddenly it's lying in seven pieces on the floor and leaking red liquid onto a white rug. It's possible you're the clumsiest person below earth.
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Something of a drawback for someone working in an Embassy. You're quick to anger and slow to calm down again, which doesn't earn you a whole lot of friends.
conversations.prefix: Hot-Tempered:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your attention wanders a lot, and as a result you tend to miss things that might be important. Social cues, hints, pitfall traps with hellsnakes in. Things like that.
conversations.prefix: Inattentive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You'd think you'd have learned by now to look before you leap, but unfortunately, that's not the case.
conversations.prefix: Rash:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Many of the Underworld's inhabitants are cynical. After all, half of them are dead. But you ... well, let's put it like this: no one ever invites you twice to a party.
conversations.prefix: Ridiculously Cynical:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're the Embassy's next star, and soon enough everyone's going to know it. You won't rest until you've got the recognition that you deserve from upper management.
conversations.prefix: Ambition:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For whatever reason, your life is a little empty at the moment. You'd quite like the chance to fill it up - with friends, or something else.
conversations.prefix: Companionship:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You may have done something a *tiny* bit illegal. Better make sure no one finds out. Unless, of course, the guilt becomes too much to bear alone.
conversations.prefix: Till the Heat Dies Down:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are so many things you want to learn that you hardly know where to start. Perhaps there is one secret that you crave above all others ...
conversations.prefix: Scholarship:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Someone wronged you, a long time ago. Revenge may no longer be an option, but getting over it might be.
conversations.prefix: An Old Hurt:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Necropolis is supposed to house rather a lot of rare and valuable magical devices and artefacts. Wouldn't it be wonderful if some of them happened to fall into your hands?
conversations.prefix: Light Fingers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It takes a lot to take you out. Whether you're already dead, magically resilient or just plain strong, you shrug off blows like ducks do water.
conversations.prefix: Tough:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have the eyes of an eagle and the ears of a lynx. Someone would have to get up very early indeed to pull the wool over your eyes, or to clear all the evidence away before you spotted it.
conversations.prefix: Observant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your strength is as the strength of ten! Or at least it's more substantial than that of others. Obstacles, whether they be locked doors, heavy boxes or indeed people, tend to give way before you.
conversations.prefix: Mighty:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh dear. You probably shouldn't have touched that. You can never leave a thing alone until you've figured out what it is, how it came to be there, and why it won't stop screaming.
conversations.prefix: Insatiable Curiosity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Perhaps you're damaged goods, but you can always remodel and repair yourself. Now might be the chance you need.
conversations.prefix: A New Leaf:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are a lot of important people in Necropolis. It would be marvellous if they all knew your name, wouldn't it? Better still if you could call them friends.
conversations.prefix: Getting in with the Greats:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: All the public parts of the Embassy are gorgeous. But the offices where people actually work are ... less distinguished.
conversations.prefix: The Embassy Offices:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Until recently, this was the home of Kim Griesley. Now it houses his corpse, some cops, and a really awful smell.
conversations.prefix: 333 Ormond Gardens:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: How utterly hopeless. If he knows anything at all, you're going to have your work cut out getting it out of him.
conversations.prefix: Zellaeni:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are a few downsides to being a 900lb dragon, but most can be overcome by the judicious application of fire.
conversations.prefix: Fionn Muldoon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He wanted to be a painter, but his father insisted on the police corps. Still takes art classes at the community arts centre, though.
conversations.prefix: D.I. Cobbs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It'd be OK if this thing hadn't just come out of the guy's head.
conversations.prefix: What the hell is that?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Well, crap. *Kim Griesley.* Dead. What are you going to do now?
conversations.prefix: Ponder the Body:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For some reason, his I.D. card is a portrait in oils. Who is this man, and how old is that ageless face?
conversations.prefix: Sir Walter Mordley-Toppet:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If you can keep it calm, maybe you can get something useful out of it - it must have seen almost all of Rackham's necromantic preparations.
conversations.prefix: A Mandrake:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a rough idea of where it went. Time to narrow down your focus and figure out where to start looking.
conversations.prefix: The Soul Trace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who did it belong to? You can find out. Get the bullet down to the lab and search the database for owners of that model.
conversations.prefix: Track Down the Gun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: No one must know about this. Pull a few strings, and if anyone's seen D.I. "I'm-totally-inconspicuous" Cobbs, make sure it goes unreported.
conversations.prefix: Ssh!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Time to research the Re-Empiricsts. But *gingerly*. That curse is sensitive, and this data somewhat, er, vivid.
conversations.prefix: The Manila Folder:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oh joy. More paper-work. Find that form, or get another from elsewhere, and send it to Mordley-Toppet for his signature.
conversations.prefix: Push Those Papers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been up a long time now, and tea and naps can't keep you going forever. All you can do is think about Carol and wait for the police; there is at last time to rest.
conversations.prefix: Exhaustion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Built in the British administration, although it's been considerably extended since then. Watch out for the dogs.
conversations.prefix: Central Police Station:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't think she'll give in easily; while she has knowledge, she has the upper hand. It'll take work to get her to talk.
conversations.prefix: Nekane Rackham:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You need plausible reasons for being here - preferably ones that don't involve a certain secret murder.
conversations.prefix: The Official Story:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rackham is *weird*, even by necromancer standards. What is wrong with her?
conversations.prefix: (Optional) What's up with her?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Living, and yet no soul? How can this be? The only soulless creatures down here are the zombies, those dead who lost their spark of sentience. Some would buy this information. Others would be terrified of it.
conversations.prefix: Awful Secret:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Elegant, refined, spacious. You could even say this place was airy, if it wasn't so far underground.
conversations.prefix: Ambassador's Office:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bleak little island an hour out on the Styx. About seventy people live here, most of whom only rarely cross to the mainland. It's a world unto itself.
conversations.prefix: Epyllion:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It can't be that hard to find. Can it? It really would be rather inconvenient if it was.
conversations.prefix: The Way to 44 Turbot Road:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's someone inside. It would be marvellous if you could apprehend them. But, as they say, you'll have to be *sneaky*.
conversations.prefix: Tread Lightly:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Is this a regular meeting pace? There could be clues, if it is.
conversations.prefix: Search the House :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What will you do about him? Let him go, or try to detain him? He has an unsettling confidence in his abilities.
conversations.prefix: A Blank-Eyed Stranger:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everything is white and screaming at the moment, but something in this chaos seems to be trying to kill you.
conversations.prefix: An Unseen Assailant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Arthur looks like he could use a little assistance. Since he's the only one who really understands the paperwork involved here, you should probably help him.
conversations.prefix: Man Down!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People don't normally turn into zombies when shot. Is the flare defective? Or is there something else to blame here?
conversations.prefix: (Optional) Why a Zombie?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why did the stranger bring a car? It makes more sense to go on foot here, especially with the state of Epyllion's roads.
conversations.prefix: Investigate The Car:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It doesn't seem to be doing much now. Perhaps you should take a look at it, before it resumes looking at you.
conversations.prefix: The Eye on the Ceiling:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of Maurice's rivals. He wants to discredit him by maligning you. We'll see about *that*.
conversations.prefix: Cecil Waxwing (Optional):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Time to tell them everything. And to highlight how skilfully you figured it all out.
conversations.prefix: The Right People for the Job:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grey brick and black glass. Whispered conversations in languages dead before English was born. Watch out for serpents, and don't talk to any trees.
conversations.prefix: The Shrouded City:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Where should you investigate? Mordley-Toppet respects your opinion. He'll allow you to decide where to start looking.
conversations.prefix: Consulting Detectives:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What's their game? These trees are clearly not trustworthy. Nevertheless, you've got no choice but to deal with them.
conversations.prefix: Arboreal Negotiations:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While the others are dealing with the trees, perhaps you can get something from the walleyes themselves.
conversations.prefix: Eye to Eye:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What an insolent reptile! Although it's also rather deadly, so perhaps it's better not to say that to its faces.
conversations.prefix: A Serpentine Trio:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Blount's in Elysium somewhere - and that means she *must* be in here somewhere. Fortunately, you're getting good at this.
conversations.prefix: Following the Paper Trail:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a good feeling about this box. Yes, this one here, on the third shelf. Let's see what it's hiding...
conversations.prefix: (Optional) A Hunch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is the sort of place where bureaucrats bury dangerous secrets. Maybe you can dig one or two of them up.
conversations.prefix: (Optional) Just a Peek:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blount seems to be pulling the strings in all this business. If there's some valuable evidence to be found, it will be in here.
conversations.prefix: Look Inside:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is a dreadful place to be right now. Actually, it's a dreadful place to be at any time. Being here *now* is just making things worse.
conversations.prefix: A Tight Spot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have to get out of here. Right now.
conversations.prefix: Escape!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You'd rather not be incinerated, if that's at all possible.
conversations.prefix: Flying the Fire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The clock is ticking. Those arsonists could be anywhere: you have to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible.
conversations.prefix: Coded Correspondence:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hang on. This letter here - have you seen those symbols before? If so, where?
conversations.prefix: Clavicula:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Does it feel like there's something going on that you don't know about? Something *bad?*
conversations.prefix: Pondering:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You need to be on the next train back to Necropolis. You can't risk losing the letters. Or your lives.
conversations.prefix: Get to the Station:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sir Walter Mordley-Toppet is up to his neck in this mess, and here's the proof. For god's sake keep it safe.
conversations.prefix: Vital Intelligence:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got to bring this to the attention of someone who can deal with it. But who is that someone?
conversations.prefix: Decision time:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Narrative imperative suggests these two must be villains. What are they up to?
conversations.prefix: Skulking time:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Why did the stranger bring a car? It makes more sense to go on foot here, especially with the state of Epyllion's roads.
conversations.prefix: Investigate The Car (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Here it is: the same rust bucket that you found on Epyllion. What secrets does it hold?
conversations.prefix: Investigate The Car (again):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In the city, you'll be that much harder to track, and closer to your goal of getting to the Council building.
conversations.prefix: Get to the Street:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's someone inside. It would be marvellous if you could apprehend them. But, as they say, you'll have to be *sneaky*.
conversations.prefix: Tread Lightly (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can't afford to not know what's going on. Can you?
conversations.prefix: Eavesdrop:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He's gigantic, he's one-eyed, and his species is notoriously anthropophagic. And he's after *you*.
conversations.prefix: A Cyclopean Bruiser:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your brain is everywhere, but at least you can multitask. Trying to follow your thought process is like following a trail of breadcrumbs in a hurricane.
conversations.prefix: Eccentric:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The underworld is just a fascinating place, isn't it? There's just so much to see, and to do, and to touch!
conversations.prefix: See It All:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A horrible mess of science, technology and magic.  
  
  It's what Carol does and, most of the time, it works for her.
conversations.prefix: Technomancy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's not that she isn't aware of the world outside of her academic research but she sometimes finds it hard to connect with it.
  
  "Really - is anything else quite as relevant as the effect of wraith-shade on phased semi-organics?  You do know what that implies don't you?  I guess not..."
conversations.prefix: Detatched:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cooperating with the Necropolitans is imperative for the Embassy's success. You're one of its contacts among the semi-divine oddities of the Underworld.
conversations.prefix: Native Contact:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everyone has to deal with them, down here, but they have a way of _really_ interfering in your day-to-day.
conversations.prefix: Underworld Politics:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know lots of people, who seem happy to exchange mutual favours, but are frequently lonely in the after-work crowd. When will someone, or something, like you for who you are, not what you can do for them?
conversations.prefix: Companionship:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You need to know everything you possibly can about the Underworld. And what better way to find out everything than experiment on everything you possibly can?!
conversations.prefix: Experiments!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hades has let people walk out before - perhaps you can convince him to do it again.
conversations.prefix: Rescue Persephone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tally ho, pip pip, cheerio.
conversations.prefix: Queen & Country:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You reckon among your close personal friends some of the most bizarre, unnatural, and potentially terrifying denizens of the Underworld.
conversations.prefix: Strange(st) Bedfellows:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Possibly a little scarily cheery and upbeat at times, you try hard to be as optimistic and friendly as possible, hoping that one day someone will return the favour.
conversations.prefix: Positive attitude:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You tend to find, the way people generally react to your appearance, that they'll do whatever you want, and be damn respectful in the process. Sadly, it's not always the case...
conversations.prefix: Hubris:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everything in it's meta-logical place and then we'll all know where we are.  
  
  Right?
  
  Maybe just a bit of experimentation to confirm things.  Hold still and try not to grab at your  soul whilst I do this.
conversations.prefix: Intellectual:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're no spring chicken, and your stamina perhaps isn't what it used to be.
conversations.prefix: Aged:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Well... the thing is that magic and technology don't really like occupying the same space, seemingly.
  
  They can be made to and made to cooperate but it needs a staggering amount of determined naivete and it only ever seems to hold together for a limited time.
conversations.prefix: And sometimes it works...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oh, you’re just so very popular, aren’t you?
conversations.prefix: Social Butterfly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's no way you'd get away with half of the crazy stuff you do were it not for those extensive notes. Your methods are terrible but it's hard to deny that data. Good thing you're so organized or you'd never get that data.
conversations.prefix: Organized:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give people a few compliments and they'll be distracted enough to believe anything you want. Or at least be shamed into thinking they shouldn't be seen to ask any more pesky questions...
conversations.prefix: Flattery makes the best  social lubricant :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: More than mere ambition, you are working slowly to claim what you believe to be your birthright. Perhaps there *is* something to this whole “making an effort” thing, after all?
conversations.prefix: A Crown of Fire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Venomous fangs and occasionally slithery hair aren’t the only snake-like attributes you gained from your gorgon’s blood.
conversations.prefix: Serpentine Grace:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Think you used enough dynamite there, butch?
conversations.prefix: Extreme Force:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've played these games before, and it pays off to be able to remember things.
conversations.prefix: Good Memory:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've stared at a lot of columns and know a surprising amount of random information because of it. Sometimes it's even useful. 
conversations.prefix: Facts and Figures:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’re not really fully any one thing, and everyone around here knows it.
conversations.prefix: Halfbreed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're on the clock, and time is money, and all of that. You're pretty impatient to the point of being rude.
conversations.prefix: Impatient:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Seems you've got a little infatuation there Gilly... But are you going to play it out or let yourself get crushed by the weight of unrequited fancy?
conversations.prefix: Crush:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You do pretty well for being unable to speak and almost completely deaf, but it can still cause problems. Try as you might, you can't always get your point across. 
conversations.prefix: Communication Barrier :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Big Man Downstairs is your father. Maybe that’ll come in handy, what with the imminent threat to his infernal kingdom.
conversations.prefix: Divine Bastard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Informally, people skills might be... difficult, but in a professional setting? You got that shit *down*...
conversations.prefix: Diplomacy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The central district still bears the name of the old monarch, though not without some controversy. The civic authorities have their headquarters here.
conversations.prefix: Victoria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He's calmed down now, but his weight still makes the taxi sag on one side, so don't push him too hard.
conversations.prefix: A Blind Bruiser:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're all in way over your heads. If you're to get out of the city safely, you're going to need help. But who would give it?
conversations.prefix: Draconian Measures:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He's back, and looking bigger and more menacing than ever. But is he on your side?
conversations.prefix: Fionn Muldoon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They've got a name, but not a space on the map. Conventional cartography doesn't work so well when applied to mythological spaces.
conversations.prefix: Orcine Hills:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's not far. You just need to work out which way is west, although that's hard when there's no sun around to guide you.
conversations.prefix: Back to the City:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Simon Vance owned that car. Why does thinking about what happened in Elysium remind Cassandra of him ... ?
conversations.prefix: A Burning Question:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What's going on here? Best find out before you brave the wrath of Hades--or worse, Persephone.
conversations.prefix: Embrangled in Confusions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: With all this divine energy, the statuary is currently rather more active than normal. Can this statue help out at all?
conversations.prefix: A Statue (Optional):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Be polite, politic, and helpful, and your troubles are will soon be over. At least, you *really* hope so.
conversations.prefix: An Audience with Their Hadean Majesties:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Most trains have wheels, but then, most trains don't have to travel through the screaming void.
conversations.prefix: The Express Train to Necropolis:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you can get some answers now. You've certainly got very little to lose by trying.
conversations.prefix: What About Carol?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Where did it go, really? You still don't know. Ideally, you would like to find out.
conversations.prefix: The Soul of Kim Griesley:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mordley-Toppet has been taking souls - for a very long time, if Hades is right. What's that about?
conversations.prefix: Abstraction:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've heard enough. Time to get Griesley back - and stop Mordley-Toppet for good.
conversations.prefix: Close the Case:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not cut out for all this intrigue - or sneaking.
conversations.prefix: Civilian:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not always the quickest on the uptake, and you often hang around even when there's danger. But sometimes you can figure out when it's time to just beat it. 
conversations.prefix: Get Out While the Gettin's Good:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Theories and questions... the conspiracy is interesting, but between finding the key to the soulless and maybe even having a favor with Hades' Court, this case might hold the key to getting you back above ground.
conversations.prefix: Find Your Mortality:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The time has come for you to truly embrace what you are: a half-gorgon demigod. You may be a bastard, but the blood of Olympus flows in your veins.
conversations.prefix: Theonothos Sthenides:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is power in the blood. More so in yours than in most.
conversations.prefix: Demigod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammy bastard.
conversations.prefix: Pure blind luck: