WHIRLING F2 KLAASJE 1 - 10
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): The young woman raises a cigarette to her lips.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Officer." The woman nods to you, still smoking her cigarette.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Uh... no." She seems perplexed by your question.
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Authority: There's only one solution to this. You're a businessman.
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You: "I'm a Cop of the Apocalypse."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Has the time come already?" She raises an eyebrow.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "It's gonna suck for you later when you have to interrogate me."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "And, for the record: No, I didn't do it."
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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?"
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You: "I am a scion of Guillaume le Million."
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You: "I sincerely think I'm a superstar. It's a theory I'm developing."
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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."
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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.
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""It's gonna suck for you later when..."]
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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...
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): She looks back at you, a light glinting off her eyes.
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""Okay, sir, I have to ask: do you r..."]
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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?"
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You: "Wait! I have some questions before you go."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Yes?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "You're right." Her expression turns serious. "There is nothing funny about civilization."
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Empathy: She hates civilization. She feels betrayed by it.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Glad to have been of assistance."
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You: "Please tell me there wasn't anything *else*."
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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."
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You: "It prides me to hear this. Tell me there was more."
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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.
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You: "How did you know I'm a police officer?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Good monologue!" She smiles, flashing her pearl-white teeth.
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Jump to: [Klaasje intro MAIN]
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Untitled hub
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You: "Should that mean something to me?"
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You: "Revachol forever."
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You: "How about you tell me something else instead?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Because you're a police officer, sir." She pulls on her cigarette.
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Klaaseone reaction to cop HUB
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Could it be because of the drinking?" She raises an eyebrow. The cigarette sizzles.
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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.
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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!"
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You: "I said I wanted to have sex with you."
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You: "No, I don't want to."
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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.
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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."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I'm sorry..." She extinguishes her cigarette.
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You: "I'm fine. Answer the question."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]
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You: Better let it go. Say nothing.
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Authority: Retreat is not a winning tactic.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "There was the usual ruckus." She shrugs. "Loud disco music."
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You: "Did I have any visitors?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Yes. It was very cool."
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Rhetoric: It's impossible to say whether she's being sarcastic or really means it.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "No, it didn't sound like there was a fight. It sounded like someone was trashing their room."
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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."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaaseone_logic_interrogated"]
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Variable["whirling.klaaseone_logic_interrogated"]
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!(Variable["whirling.klaaseone_logic_interrogated"])
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Jump to: [Klaasje intro MAIN]
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_rhetoric_quib_contra"]
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Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_rhetoric_quib_contra"]
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Untitled hub
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Authority: That feels like a jab, but honestly -- you deserve it. Plus, it would be *rude* to reprimand her.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I'm sorry." She puts out her cigarette. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
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Jump to: [Klaasje End REACTION HUB]
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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.
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ffs
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "A fondness for contradictory statements?"
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You: "No. I realized you were withholding information. Something lit up in me. A killer instinct."
"No. I realized you were withholding information. Something lit up in me. A killer instinct."
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You: "No. I *deduced* that I'd thrown my shoe out the window from the direction of the shards."
"No. I had thrown my shoe out of the window. I *deduced* this from the direction of the shards."
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You: "No. My mind keeps coming up with titbits of information -- all sorts of facts, trivia. Gives me a detective-y vibe."
"No, I get these titbits of information sometimes, little facts like trivia. Gives me a detective-y vibe."
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You: "This is your morning cigarette. I deduced this from your lack of make-up. Also -- you *party*. A lot."
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You: "Never mind. It's more likely someone made a mistake somewhere..."
"Yes, what you just said. I can't come up with anything."
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You: "No. In the course of our conversation I have masterfully suppressed the urge to throw up. This is a sign of professionalism."
"No. In the course of our brief conversation I have masterfully suppressed the urge to throw up. This is a sign of professionalism."
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You: "No. I think I saw a sadness in you when you told me about the hanged man. Others would have missed it."
"I think I saw a sadness in you, when you told me about the hanged man. Others would have missed it."
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Authority: A glib remark. Don't let it stand -- assert yourself.
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Klaasje stopped HUB
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You: "What is this place? Where am I?"
"Where exactly is *here*? Where am I?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "You're in a hostel, sir."
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Jump to: [Klaasje stopped HUB]
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""Yeah?""]
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Yeah?"
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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."
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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."
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You: "I've heard enough."
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You: "What was I singing?"
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You: "Was I singing this?" (Show her the empty case of "The Smallest Church In Saint-Saëns".)
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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..."
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You: "What else?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Yes." She looks at you. "Never."
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You: "What happened then?"
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Jump to: [You: ""I've heard enough.""]
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Jump to: [Klaasje stopped HUB]
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Electrochemistry: No, she's not! Reassert yourself by being *flirtatious*.
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Jump to: [Klaasje intro MAIN]
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Yes, sir?"
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You: "How did you know I'm with the police?"
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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."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "No..." She looks you in the eye. "You're a *police* officer, sir."
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You: "No, we still have some centuries to go."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "You're one intense cop. Anyone ever tell you that?"
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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..."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): She nods.
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You: "Tell me what year it is."
"Tell me, is it '51 now?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "It's '51."
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You: "What century?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "The Current Century."
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You: "And that's what? What number?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "You sure look like you're from Revachol. Revachol parties."
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Encyclopedia: Her accent suggests she is not from around here. She's from Oranje, another part of the world.
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You: "Was there anything else?"
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Rhetoric: In that case, doesn't life get hard *because* we go on?
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You: "It mostly just gets hard, doesn't it?"
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You: "Maybe we should stop going on then? Doesn't the 'going on' cause the 'getting harder' part?"
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You: "Yeah, we go on, alright."
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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."
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Encyclopedia: Isn't it the other way around? Heavy drinking decreases testosterone... and believe me, you would know.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): She puts out her cigarette.
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You: Turn your bloated face away from her beauty and just keep on walking. [Leave.]
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You: "*Officer*? Am I military personnel?"
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You: "Ah yes, *officer*... about that."
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You: "Then why did you call me an officer?"
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You: "Okay... Chief technical officer?"
"That's too wild. Chief Technical Officer is what I am."
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You: "I said *I want to have fuck with you*."
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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?"
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You: "It's obvious. Someone did me over. I got fucked -- bad."
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You: "No. There is a massive, otherworldly mystery afoot here. And I am at the centre of it."
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You: Try *The Expression* on her -- let her know you want her. Physically.
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You: Variable["whirling.klaasje_tried_the_expression"]
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Variable["whirling.klaasje_tried_the_expression"]
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaasje_tried_the_expression"]
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Jump to: [Klaasje intro MAIN]
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Sir, you've been here for three days. On *official police business*, as you put it."
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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.
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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.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "For ever and ever."
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You: "That's so *me*. What did I do?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I went out afterwards. Everything was quiet by then. Around four or five." She nods. "And that was it."
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Suggestion: *Try The Expression*? C'mon, why are you still doing this?
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You: "I'm at death's door, bloated, a goner. And still..." (Sigh.) "Does the longing ever stop?"
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You: "Don't worry, I'm not going to vomit."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Okay."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I can see that."
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You: "Good."
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You: "Do you know why?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "And no, it never stops."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Goodbye."
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""There's a mercenary out back. He's..."]
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "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."
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You: "'Officer' is my stage name, right? I can see myself as a middling disco artist called 'The Officer.'"
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You: "Are you sure?"
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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.
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You: "Good. Now, how did you know I was a police officer?"
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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?"
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You: "No need to be alarmed. I was just getting into character, you know."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Okay." She breathes in the silvery smoke.
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You: "That's it."
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You: "...but I do know when someone's not telling me the whole story. What am I doing here? What's my case?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]
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Variable["whirling.klaaseone_conva_prevented_vomit"]
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You: "Actually, I can see why they would entrust me with the law. I have the right character."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Of course." She pulls on her cigarette.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Extraordinary." She pulls on her cigarette and nods.
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You: Let the moment pass.
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something else HUB
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You: "What happened?"
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Pain Threshold: Sounds like you were in some real *fundamental* pain there, muscle-man.
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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."
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Jump to: [You: ""And what business is that?""]
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "C'mon man, pretty please! One more time!"
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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?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Sir, you've been here for three days. On *official police business*, as you put it."
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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."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Of course." She pulls on her cigarette.
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You: What if I don't want to ask questions?
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Reaction Speed: You're a cop, Harry. It is *unnatural* of you not to want to ask questions.
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You: "Okay, tell me something else."
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You: "Loud disco music?"
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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.
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""Yeah?""]
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You: "What kind of business?"
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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.
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""It's gonna suck for you later when..."]
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Perception (Sight): Her eyes are brown and her face is speckled with birthmarks. She can't be more than 28.
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You: "Wait, I know! I'm a businessman. *Chief executive officer*, right?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): The young woman shakes her head slowly.
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You: "God damn right, I'm a policeman! And don't you forget it!"
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You: "You're shitting me!"
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""All right, then. Looks like I shou..."]
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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.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Centuries don't have numbers, they have names, and this is the current one."
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You: "How many centuries have there been, then?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_remembered_tell_me_soemthing_else"] == true
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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.
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Okay."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I couldn't say -- it's impossible to hear people speaking from over here." She nods toward Room #3.
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You: "Tell me something else."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_reaction_stopped_her"]
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You: "I wouldn't know. I have no recollection of anyone ever telling me *anything*."
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You: "I'm sure I'm usually less intense. I don't know why this *stuff* is coming out of my mouth. "
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You: "Yeah, I guess I'm pretty intense."
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You: "Why don't I remember being a cop, or anything else?"
"I don't really remember being a cop, or anything else for that matter."
"I don't really remember being a cop, or anything else for that matter."
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You: "I should get going now." [Leave.]
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You: "Who in their right mind would let *me* be an officer of the law?"
"Why would anyone let *me* be an officer of the law?"
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You: "What is it that they have against the police here?"
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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."
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You: "Then what happened?"
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You: "When you say *wounded* do you mean that in a *cool* way? Like a *wild beast*?"
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You: "I'm sorry."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Then you started screaming and trashed the place."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "It would appear so. At around two o'clock, the disco stopped, and there was a change of pace."
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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."
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Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""I couldn't say. In truth... so far..."]
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You: "All this time?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "You've been here for three days. On *official police business*, no less."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Okay, cool. I won't."
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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.
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Jump to: [You: ""And what business is that?""]
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You: "And what business is that?"
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "But I wasn't sad." She tilts her head.
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You: "Before you go I have some *questions* for you."
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Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaasje_pretended_you_know_cop"] or Variable["whirling.klaasje_cop_known_route"]
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Rhetoric: She remains unconvinced...
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You: "Superstar Cop. I can no longer deny it."
"Superstar Cop. It's been established."
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You: "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. You're pretty... I'm sorry. I'm the Sorry Cop."
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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?"
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You: "I'm not sure I'm a cop at all. I sure don't remember being one. I think I might have lied."
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Empathy: She means it. She wouldn't defy authority, however sweaty and bloated it may look.
153->87
153->88
154
Klaasje End REACTION HUB
208
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaajseone_rhetoric_exaggerated_killerinstinct"]
154->208
155->154
157
Variable["whirling.klaasje_tried_the_expression"]
156->157
158
!(Variable["whirling.klaasje_tried_the_expression"])
156->158
157->80
194
Suggestion: The words have already left your mouth...
158->194
159->15
160->61
239
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Is it?" She raises an eyebrow. The cigarette sizzles.
161->239
162->119
163->275
180
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I couldn't say. In truth... so far, mostly drinking."
165->180
166
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Don't be so harsh on yourself. They let almost anyone be a police officer."
166->36
167->153
168->8
169->71
170
You: "Yes, we are mere minutes away from the total collapse of reality."
232
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.
170->232
236
Volition: You don't have to. No one is forcing you to be a cop.
171->236
215
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.
172->215
173->134
174->25
175->176
176->99
177->2
179
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I'm not. Unless *you've* been shitting *us* all this time..." She takes another drag.
178->179
179->141
292
Logic: You have no doubt about the drinking, but do you strike yourself as a tight-lipped drunk? She must have heard *something*.
180->292
181
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "I didn't mean to overwhelm you with information. You seem a bit... lost, officer."
181->283
182
You: "I want to have fuck with you."
182->19
185
Empathy: She appears to genuinely want you to understand it's okay.
183->185
184
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."
184->129
185->143
186
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.
186->90
187->22
205
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?"
187->205
247
You: "I feel wretched. Tell me, how do you know I'm with the police?"
187->247
188->59
189
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "We are in Revachol."
189->75
277
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Civilization has existed for eight thousand years, sir." She grins.
190->277
191->78
192
You: "You're making this up. I would never behave like that."
191->192
301
You: "Are you sure I wasn't being assaulted?"
191->301
192->44
193
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!'"
193->58
194->182
241
Rhetoric: She doesn't actually think it's all that extraordinary.
195->241
196
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["whirling.klaasje_neverstops"] == true
197
Variable["whirling.klaasje_neverstops"] == true
196->197
198
!(Variable["whirling.klaasje_neverstops"] == true)
196->198
197->83
198->216
199
Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""Could it be because of the drinkin..."]
199->18
200->62
200->117
244
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): Variable["reputation.superstar_cop"] >=1
201->244
202->50
202->170
202->184
203
Conceptualization: *Officer* could be an artistic statement. You're already prone to those.
231
smallertime
203->231
204->144
205->105
219
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Thank you, sir." She smiles, lazily. "I mean that."
206->219
207->145
209
Variable["whirling.klaajseone_rhetoric_exaggerated_killerinstinct"]
208->209
210
!(Variable["whirling.klaajseone_rhetoric_exaggerated_killerinstinct"])
208->210
209->7
295
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...
210->295
211->38
211->52
211->133
255
You: "Your room is almost next to mine. Did you hear anything last night?"
211->255
280
You: "Okay. You can go now." [Leave.]
211->280
212->121
213
You: "What's so funny?"
213->10
214
You: "And why didn't you just tell me that?"
214->181
215->222
217
Empathy: She speaks matter-of-factly, but there's a sadness in her voice.
217->214
218->84
260
Jump to: [Rhetoric: "She remains unconvinced..."]
219->260
220
Jump to: [Klaasje intro MAIN]
220->131
257
Authority: Don't back down now. Say what you said again -- *proudly*.
221->257
222->211
223->57
224->98
225
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."
225->98
226
Encyclopedia: Oh, *that*. Yeah, whooh... The less said about OO, the better.
226->193
227->165
228->221
229->6
271
Conceptualization: A silver jumpsuit falls off her like scale armour, sparkling. This is the sparkle of too many nights out on the city.
230->271
231->63
231->85
265
Jump to: [Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): ""It's gonna suck for you later when..."]
232->265
300
Jump to: [Klaasje stopped HUB]
233->300
235
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Don't be, I was going out later anyway. It didn't bother me."
234->235
235->135
236->9
236->96
237->23
237->93
238->199
239->169
240->131
241->275
242->115
243
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."
243->60
245
Variable["reputation.superstar_cop"] >=1
244->245
246
!(Variable["reputation.superstar_cop"] >=1)
244->246
245->203
263
Conceptualization: *Officer* could be an artistic statement. A claim to *official* renown.
246->263
247->105
248->81
248->139
249->139
250->220
252
Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_reaction_stopped_her"]
251->252
253
!(Variable["whirling.klaasjeone_reaction_stopped_her"])
251->253
252->109
252->146
253->196
254->120
255->24
256->134
257->64
287
You: "Find someone else to laugh at."
257->287
258->180
259->165
260->163
296
Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer): "Of course." She puts out her cigarette. "Be careful, officer. They don't like the police around here."
261->296
262->265
263->231
264
Jump to: [Klaasje End REACTION HUB]
264->154
265->4
276
You: "No -- *where* are we? Where in the world?"
266->276
267->222
268->43
269->220
270->126
271->61
272->217
273->154
274->163
275->131
276->189
277->111
277->213
278->122
279->39
280->11
281->135
282->226
283->131
285
Variable["whirling.klaasje_pretended_you_know_cop"] or Variable["whirling.klaasje_cop_known_route"]
284->285
286
!(Variable["whirling.klaasje_pretended_you_know_cop"] or Variable["whirling.klaasje_cop_known_route"])
284->286
285->82
286->18
287->33
288->166
289->243
290->3
290->150
290->151
290->152
291->6
292->131
293->141
294->186
295->128
296->264
297->298
298->4
299->120
300->211
301->26
302->225
303->47
304->125