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>W-we have a job don't we? Just making sure, dream-lady was just mouthing off right? We can't be unemployed, right? That's worse than homelessness.
Actually, you do! Assistant PR Officer of P Company, First Class, at your service!
Just kidding, you're still unemployed.
Looks like dream lady was right after all.
To elaborate, the white of a tie is a significant color symbol between the many Companies and corporations of the City, much like the other colors of ties. White shows that you're without a job for one reason or another. No one in the professional field will respect you without good cause, without exception. This also includes the automated defense turrets, so don't be an unauthorized unemployee where you shouldn't!
You used to have another tie before... It was black, you think. The color of P Company employees. It was black, yes. There's a horrid feeling which comes with thinking that it was ever anything else, so you stop immediately.
>Who is The Auditor? Do we know her from somewhere?
You have never seen this particular woman in your entire life. But the more you think about her face, the more "real" it becomes. You don't know how to explain it. You suppose if you were to see her face in a crowd, you'd recognize it immediately... and run the other way.
Certainly, there are auditors in the City, just like every other City. The "The" just makes any title a name to run away from really fast.
>When do we collect unemployment checks?
A check should be in your mail box today, just as it does every week. You don't spend much of it usually. Just enough to occasionally indulge in good food, drinks, products on TV, delicious MEAT!!!, and the hygienic paraphernalia.
>EXIT OUR APARTMENT
You pause at the open doorway and stare straight ahead at the white wall of the hallway in front of you. There's nothing physical stopping you from putting one step in front of the other and exiting your house.
There's just... It's just... Something. You can't go out like this. The more you think about "something," the more the "something" slips away from the blind grasping of your feeble words. The best word here is dread. Dread, closing around your heart, stopping you in your tracks. And just thinking about it makes you miss the sofa in the TV Room already.
Well, to put it another, safer way, this is a totally normal phenomenon among fellow City dwellers. Over half of you are devastatingly agoraphobic. Outside this apartment is unfamiliar territory after all, even if you've been out there dozens of times. Maybe you don't really need to go outside TODAY.
You take a look at your hair, trying to find a stray curl that survived so you can go back inside and...
>AUTORESOLVE. (Roll 1d20.) (Dice set to 1 from URBAN IMPULSE.)
>WRITE IN.
>ASK BOBBERT A QUESTION.
