>>5261650As you study the map closer, you come to several conclusions: heading due <span class="mu-g">EAST</span> will put you at the base of the mountain, wherever the hell <span class="mu-i">that</span> leads. If you go <span class="mu-i">around</span> it, though, you’ll be right on track towards your destination! Oh right, and moving your hand close to the screen causes some <span class="mu-g">PECULIAR SYMBOLS</span> to appear next to some of the landmarks. Nifty!
“Don’t touch, Stan,” Sybil warns in a stern tone. “This device is old–one wayward touch may very well reduce it to rubble.”
Removing one of your <span class="mu-g">ROCKET-PROPELLED GRENADES</span> from her mouth, Lil’ Stanley gives The Goth an apologetic squeak as she gently stuffs the ordnance back into your pocket. What a scamp! You’re just about to give the critter a good <span class="mu-i">SCRITCH</span> behind the ears when you’re startled by a burst of static–one that sends said critter scrambling onto your head and under your hat for cover!
“Is that the <span class="mu-g">RADIO?!</span>” Asks Syb in a much more urgent tone! “Check it, Stan–it might be Art-err, the <span class="mu-i">others</span>! Yes,” she stammers, sending a stage cough into her fist, “We, erm, we’re due for a status report, don’t you think?”
Sure, you dork, whatever you say! Bringing the item in question to your lips, you press the ‘<span class="mu-i">SEND</span>’ button and try a few greetings!
But you get no response.
“N-no matter!” Sybil shrugs with a nervous giggle! “We’ll just have to try later, Stan… Can’t be helped, I guess!”
“Sheesh, teach… yer’ mood’s swingin’ all over da’ place today, huh?” Ly muses from the safe confines of your body! “Artie really musta’ done a number on ya’, huh-”
In typical fairness, <span class="mu-i">you’re</span> the one who gets put into a headlock! Wha-gck! What the <span class="mu-i">hell</span>?!
“Enjoy your sanctuary, Ly…” Growls Syb as she tightens her hold around your neck, “While it <span class="mu-i">lasts</span>...”
Releasing you with a look that could shatter stone, Sybil takes the opportunity to adjust her hair while you regain your breath. <span class="mu-i">Damn it</span>, Ly!
“W-we’re pals, r-right, Stan?” Ly asks, still shaking under your skin. “Y-you ain’t gonna let her… <span class="mu-i">get</span> me, r-right?”
Glancing at your high-booted homie, all you can do is shrug–you, uh, you’re not sure you can keep that promise, dude. Shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, you decide to focus on your next move–Mitz and Talbot are probably waiting, after all!
You shudder to think what mischief <span class="mu-i">those</span> two are getting into…
>TRY TO DECIPHER THE MAP NOTES!>GIVE ART’S TEAM ANOTHER CALL!>TRY TO REACH KIKI AND DENISE!>HEAD FOR THE EAST–MITZ AND TALBOT MIGHT BE NEAR THAT MOUNTAIN!>HEAD EAST, BUT HEAD SOUTH AND AROUND THE MOUNTAIN–WHO KNOWS WHAT’S LURKING AROUND THERE?>WRITE-IN! 