chroma test

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) "Hey there, loyal employee! We know there are some things you might encounter or hear about that may tickle your fancy. No place for gossip better than the office, after all! However, please remember to keep ''absolutely everything'' confidential! We don't want our secrets of the trade sneaking out! {(live: 10s)[ (stop:) If you see htis.. ehhe.......... tell paty i say hiiiiiiiiiii :;-)]} Thank you, Chroma Corp. Human Resources" That's somewhat ominous. You brush it off as the higher ups being cagey about competition in the market and [[return to your inbox]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) "SORRY!!" From Dianne Narong  It reads.. "Hey, $name! Sorry for being so rushed when you were delivering that - it was an urgent situation! You didn't use any of it, did you? I didn't really get a chance to talk, but since that's all blown over, I can finally introduce msyelf, but I don't think thats tooo necessary since my name's already in my address? See you! Dianne" She seemed personable enough. More than the last guy.  [[Back to your inbox.|Your computer]] (text-colour:(hsl:210,0.1081,0.1451,0.45))[ [[Something else is here.]]]

(align:"=><=")[<img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/magnetboard%202.png">] Everything seems to be in order. That stupid little poster is still boring its big wet eye into your soul. You'd take it down, but for a company revolving around colors, it really could use the decoration. Your cubicle is already pretty sad. [[Go back.|take your meds.]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) "Have no fear, Foundy's here! What do you need help with, $name?" The popup tugs a menu from offscreen in a stilted, low-frames animation. There are three buttons to click: [[I saw something weird!]] [[One of my coworkers is being naughty!]] [[I changed my mind, everything's peachy!]] Does everything this stupid handpuppet gets involved in have to be phrased like a kindergarten rules poster? You can't help but groan.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'terracotta', 'pause') Taking one last look around to make sure nobody catches you, you squint, hold the can out away from your face, and briefly press the nozzle. A burst of thin, silvery air shoots out from the can, warping the view behind it as if you were looking through campfire smoke. (click: ?page)[== Other than that, nothing really seemed to happen. Blinking a few times as the smoke thinned out and dispersed, (text-colour:grey)[you couldn't help but feel like everything was going to be okay.] (set: $aberPoison to 1)   Better [[put the cap back on]] and stop stalling.

------COMMENTS THAT DONT REALLY FIT ANYWHERE ELSE GO HERE. UTS LIKE A VERY SLOW CHATROOM-------- still unsure what the next part of the story should be. any ideas? i'm thinking some facet things. augy? canry? -R i say we get some interactions in with the wagies first. build them up a little more. makes facet reveals more suspenseful, and also makes narrative sense. like ofc the intern wld get to know the people theyre working with first before the scary higher-ups -C also added a 'skip-ahead' codename for the sake of testing. tried to find a way to input sound effects, btut hat requires the sound effects being hosted somewhere and that just is not happening at all.-R images broke, so i fixed 'em. should start working on pattys sprites soon, but bleeeghhh raaaauggh reaaaghhh. doing some more writing. may add more Poison secrets added a passage tag to keep track of what passages add to aberPoison. it's purple :) starts meowing music system is implemented! hal.tracks contains all the songs, and the links (hosted on filegarden) for their usage. here's the documentation for HAL (the plugin used for the music functionality) so you know how to add stuff. --> https://twinelab.net/harlowe-audio/#/ all the fancy downloading stuff is already done. -R

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) "I appreciate your help yesterday. I don't get a chance to leave the wing often, so you're very useful to me. That's why I'm asking you for your help again today, $name. Please meet me in the same place you met me yesterday. -J. Kinsley" Well, being Kinsley's messenger gives you something to distract you from the lingering dread... You could either [[get to work]], or [[return to your inbox]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) The mascot salutes at you, and a little speech bubble pops up reading "Okay! I'm always around if you need anything!" It ducks under your taskbar and out of sight. You sigh- if that was the only help program available, it was largely useless and kind of pathetic. You get up from your chair, shut off your computer, and decide to head over to the [[break room]]. Maybe you could get a snack or something.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) "Did you? No you didn't." The mascot bobs side to side, looking at you as if it knows something that you don't. "If you really believe you did, please contact our (text-colour:magenta)[MAGENTA] department and tell them what you might have seen. Don't spare a single detail, okay? If you see something, say something!" The mascot continues swaying until you [[click on it.|I changed my mind, everything's peachy!]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) It reads, "Congrats on surviving the lift down. Some folks don't even make it that far. (That's a joke. I'm joking.) Here's your very first task: Meet me in (text-colour:grey)[KEY] wing 05. There's something I need to get delivered to (text-colour:cyan)[CYAN], but I'm busy. That's where you come in, K? Thanks. I appreciate it. -Kinsley" Unless you want to check around [[your cubicle]] for anything you want to take, it's probably a good idea to go ahead and [[get going]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) "Uh oh!" The mascot throws its hands up to its cheeks. "Sometimes, coworkers can say rude things, spread false information, and get you to do things you know you shouldn't do!" It sways side to side, relishing in the idea of something going wrong. "Please contact our (text-colour:magenta)[MAGENTA] department and tell them who was being a stinky meaniehead. They'll take care of everything lickety-split!" The mascot continues its idle animation until you [[click on it.|I changed my mind, everything's peachy!]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) It's your first day on the job. (click: ?page)[== The air is thick with an unknown smell. Paint thinner. Strange. (click: ?page)[== The peeling on the walls tells you they haven't repainted in a long, long time. (click: ?page)[== You look down. There's a [[nametag to fill out.]]

(track: 'flying', 'pause') The email's empty. Not even a title, an attatchment, and the sender's address is pure gibberish. Yet, you feel sick. Sick to your stomach. There's something awful and sweet in the air for a brief moment. From the vents of the computer, to the sorry things called your lungs. (set: $aberPoison to it +1) It's fine. It's fine. Everything's fine. You make your way to the [[break room]] after taking a moment to regain your bearings. The magnetboard is (text-rotate-y:13)+(text-rotate-z:7)[smiling] at you.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-grinnerpng.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"Thanks again for helping me out back there. You know about the Facet team, right? Well, the guy in charge of my department wouldn't want anything to take too long,"</p> </div> </div> She chuckles, her eye twitching. Patty elbows you in the side playfully. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-neutral.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"She works the closest out of the three of us to the Facet team, but she's all like 'ohh, it's really not that big of a deal!' and 'I'm not holding any secrets!' about it."</p> </div> </div> <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-peturbed.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"Because I'm //not//!" Dianne laughs. "Look, just because I'm on the Aber control squad doesn't make me any more special than you, right, Jules?"</p> </div> </div> Kinsley takes a sip of coffee and mumbles, acknowledging that Dianne did, in fact, say something to him. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-serious.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"Pat, the only reason I get paid more than you two- ah, sorry, three- is because I'm risking my life every other day to keep you safe! Everything I do is to make sure you're not the ones that end up dead."</p> </div> </div> <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-discomfort.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"That's really sweet of you, but also, you don't need to remind me that working here is a hazard to my health. I know.."</p> </div> </div> You awkwardly turn away from the conversation, picking at your fingernail as you try to think of something to say that won't make you look like a total idiot. [["So what exactly was in that cansiter?"|canister]] [["Aber control squad?"|abersquad]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) "Hey $name You checked out that spot in NAVY right?? Since I was just doing some maintenence stuff and i started hearing some footsteps, thats you sure, but holy shit those reall heavy metallic ones?? The fuck were those?? Did you knock over something like 400 times in a row?? Also please tell me youre doing ok -Patricia Hertz" She sounded rather concerned. (if: (history:) contains "respond honestly?" or "lie about it")[ No point responding to the same email twice, however. You might as well [[return to your inbox]].] (else:)[ Maybe you should go ahead and [[respond honestly?]] Or maybe [[lie about it]] - avoid worrying it even more. You could also [[return to your inbox]] for the time being.]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) It reads: "Dear $name, Welcome to the Chroma Corporation™ family! We're delighted to have you aboard as a valuable member of our Team. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please reach out to the (text-colour:green)[GREEN] department. Remember, We're here for you. You're here forever." Accompanied by an image of the company mascot doing a big thumbs-up. Way to make you feel welcomed. Back to the rest of your [[e-mail]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'flying', 'pause') (track: 'terracotta', 'play') <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/kinsley/kinsleygruntled.png" alt="placeholder" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>KINSLEY</strong> <p>"You didn't get lost. I'm surprised. Most newbies spend all their time wandering around and getting into trouble. It'd be kind of embarassing to have to be bailed out on your first day. Hah."</p> </div> </div>   Arriving from the end of the hall is a stern-looking employee, clutching a small black canister in his hands. So this was Kinsley. Semi-stocky frame, thick blonde hair, and a face that moved so little, it could have been sculpted into his clay-colored skin. Somehow, he looks exactly like he types. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/kinsley/kinsleyneutral.png" alt="placeholder" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>KINSLEY</strong> <p>"I need you to take this to (text-colour:cyan)[CYAN-12]. Don't open it or mess with it. It's not for you. You aren't trained for this kind of stuff yet."</p> </div> </div> You nod. He nods. He walks back through the doors he came through. It's hard to tell if he doesn't respect you or if he's just not one for conversation. The lights up above hum. You look down at the canister in your hands. It's almost like a spray paint bottle, with a semi-opaque cap revealing a press nozzle. Whatever was in there wasn't important. Step 1 was done, now you just have to get this to [[where it needs to be]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) The email service looks the same way you left it. Everything's read so far, except for one message. It looks new. There's also a little pop-up in the corner. Looks like a virtual assisitant.. thing. Built-in, probably, considering how locked-down this cream-white contraption is. The company's handpuppet-like mascot leans to the side expectantly. 'Need help with anything?' [[Check new e-mail]]. Could be a new assignment, or something. [[Click 'yes']] on the pop-up.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-ermmmm.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"They didn't tell you about Abers...? That's concerning. I guess they don't want new hires getting scared."</p> </div> </div> You stare at Dianne, confused and concerned. As if this company wasn't already a time capsule and a funhouse, it somehow manages to have hid more from you. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-peturbed.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"Aberrium, the stuff that goes into Chroma's cosmetics and drugs, is extremely useful, but overexposure to it without proper neutralizing agents or gear can cause some... unfortunate side effects."</p> </div> </div> Patricia chuckles darkly. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-grinner.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"Once, there was this newbie in Y, and she got her whole face blown clean off-"</p> </div> </div> <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-serious.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"Pat."</p> </div> </div> Dianne snaps to look at her colleague, an intimidating sternness to her glare almost devoid of the warmth she had shown earlier. But, she softened her stare as Patricia froze. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-serious.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"That's just a rumor, and even if it was true, Aberrium isn't an explosive. Corrosive at times, yes, but it isn't going to blow you to bits. Anyway,"</p> </div> </div> She straightens up her posture and turns back to you. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-grinnerpng.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p>"Don't panic, alright? You aren't going to turn into a monster or anything like that. But if you see anything weird happening to any of your coworkers, it'll be taken care of."</p> </div> </div> You nod slowly, [[concerned]] and curious.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'wailsong', 'play') You snap awake, drenched in sweat. Your first day on the job and you're already having fucked up dreams about the place. It's probably just your subconscious acting up- you did learn way too much yesterday and didn't get a chance to digest it all. You look outside your window. Sunlight peeks through wispy, grey clouds. It's a new day. Hopefully this one will go smoother than yesterday. You wipe the sweat off with your blanket and slide out of bed to get dressed. As you head out and board the bus, you take a deep breath. You'll have to savor the outside air while you can. You hop off the bus, open the doors to the company, and step into the elevator, only to see a [[familiar face.]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'flying', 'stop') (if: (history:) contains "Something else is here.")[The clean air in your home feels almost sharp to breathe in. It's too warm, too pristine compared to how poisoned your workplace is. (text-rotate-y:49)+(text-rotate-z:2)[But you have to go there tomorrow, anyway]. (text-colour:#f3d9fa)[(text-rotate-x:9)+(text-rotate-y:24)+(text-rotate-z:333)[It's not like you can quit anymore.]] You slump down onto your bed, curling up. The covers bore into you. You rest [[dreamlessly.]]] (else:)[Home sweet home. The air is clean, and your trinkets and clothes are strewn about as usual. You flop down on your bed. Tired. Oh, so, so very tired. Curling up under your own covers, the fabric only minimally abrasive, you rest [[dreamlessly.]]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) {(live: 4s)[ (stop:) The application sputters open after an agonizing 4 second wait. The inbox is nothing notable. A new assignment, some automated messages(if:(history:)contains "check it out for yourself")[, and a message from Pat.](else:)[ and your buckets of read emails.] <br> [[A Reminder!]], from "Human Resources". <br> [[Delivery job]], from "J. Kinsley" <br> (if: (history:) contains "check it out for yourself")[ [[WHAT]], from "P. Hertz"](else:)[ and nothing else of note.]]}

(track: 'floor_tiles', 'play') (track: 'flying', 'pause') (enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Lucky for you, the break room was pretty close by. You walked through the doorway (devoid of a door) and saw some familiar faces scattered around the room. Kinsley was at a chair, cup of coffee at a small table in front of him, the kindly woman from CYAN-who, according to her nametag, was named Dianne- was taking out a cup of instant ramen from the slightly stained microwave, and the red-haired woman who had bumped into you into the hall was on the faded leather couch, Kinsley's table fairly close by. Noticing you as she turned around, Dianne waved at you with a smile. "Oh, hey, $name! Nice to see you!" She took the seat across from Kinsley and tugged out a pair of plastic chopsticks from the purse hanging by her side to eat with. Awkwardly chuckling a little bit as you stood there in silence, she gestured to the sofa. "Y-You can have a seat, it's okay! Patty won't mind." The redhead shrugged. "I mean, it's not that comfy, but, like, yeah. [[Take a seat.]]"

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Dianne shifts in her seat. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-grinnerpng.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p> "Truth be told, I don't really know exactly what goes in that stuff. Kinsley probably knows more than me, but good luck getting anything more than a few words out of him- oh, he's gone..."</p> </div> </div> You look over to where Kinsley was sitting. Somehow unnoticed, he had quietly left the break room and taken his coffee with him. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-cheesed.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p> "Anyway, think of it as a sort of... anesthetic? Kinda? It's like nitrous oxide- you know, the stuff they give you at the dentist to calm you down? At least, I'm pretty sure that's how it works."</p> </div> </div> You look over at Patricia, hoping she has anything more to say. She shrugs. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-serious.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"Hey, man, I'm nowhere near C or K. I barely know what you two are talking about, but it's probably something way out of my pay grade."</p> </div> </div> <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-cheesed.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>DIANNE</strong> <p> "We usually use that stuff to subdue rowdy employees or to get hazards under our control. It doesn't happen that often, but it's nice to know that if something goes wrong, we have the measures to fix it, yeah?"</p> </div> </div> You awkwardly nod, more [[concerned]] than reassured.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'oscillation', 'pause') You get up from your chair, look over your shoulder, and scurry out of the office and into the stairwell. Keeping your limbs close to you, you descend the concrete steps into the floor below you. You weren't sure how to find the wing, you just hoped that you wouldn't get lost. You slowly push open the doors and slink inside. Well, that was easy to find. As far as the eye can see, towering computers quietly beep and whirr, processing information at a thousand miles a minute. This place was labyrinthine- the size of a big-name grocery store, with servers and machines creating an unfeeling maze. No wonder nobody works here- it must be impossible to memorize the layout of this place. You hear something approaching, rhythmically tapping the floor as it gets closer to you. No, not tapping- //marching. // You aren't alone here after all. You feel a lump catch in your throat as you duck into a crevice formed by the computers, just in time to catch the briefest glimpse of someone- or some//thing//. You shake off the jitters and take a deep breath when you're confident that it's passed you. (set: $aberPoison to it +1) That's your cue to [[get the hell out.]]

CHANGING IMAGES OVERTIME!! <audio controls src="https://file.garden/ZhwkMjnnzDVjn6G9/Floor_Tiles.wav" autoplay loop></audio> [<img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-normal.png"> ]<scene| (live: 5s)[ (replace:?scene)[ <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-grinner.png"> ] ] rename 'scene' to whatever you want it to be called. amount of time before things change is beside 'live' text that only appears after a set time period {(live: 5s)[ (stop:) It has been 5 seconds. Show the text!]} text that changes over a period of time! |textname>[not scary message] (live: 3s)[ (replace: ?textname)[(text-rotate-z:13)[very scary message]] (stop:) ]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Your computer doesn't exactly look cutting-edge. It's a blocky, slightly yellowed relic with a generic sunset screensaver, harkening back to a time when e-mail was a novel idea. Speaking of which, your [[e-mail]] has a new notification. There's not much else on this old thing. There's storage for your [[files]], but other than that, nothing. Not even a solitaire program. Back to [[your cubicle]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) You look down and check the watch on your wrist. How is it already time to leave...? You shuffle to your feet, awkwardly waving as you head out the door. Dianne waves you off, beaming, Pat watches you go, intrigued. Back to your cubicle [[once again.]]

TEXTBOX! <div class="textbox">  <img src="https://i.ibb.co/FBVK4GC/kinsleydisgrunt.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>char name</strong> <p>placeholder text goes here</p>  </div> </div> CHANGING IMAGES OVERTIME!! [<img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-normal.png"> ]<scene| (live: 5s)[ (replace:?scene)[ <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-grinner.png"> ] ] rename 'scene' to whatever you want it to be called. amount of time before things change is beside 'live' text that only appears after a set time period {(live: 5s)[ (stop:) GET SCARED]} text that changes over a period of time! |textname>[not scary message] (live: 3s)[ (replace: ?textname)[(text-rotate-z:13)[very scary message]] (stop:) ] poison mechanic (if: $aberPoison <2)[you have no toxins] (this message shows if the poison value is less than 2) (else:)[poisoned.] (shows if poison value is more than 2) influence it on a passage like so: (set: $aberPoison to it +1) the + changes to a - if you want to remove some Toxins. remove the 'it +whatever' and chage it to a number to make ti Just that number!

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) At least, it was dreamless for a while. You find yourself outside a doorway, in a dimly-lit sector of the company you've never been to and likely will never see. Everything is grainy, and the air feels thick to move through. You trudge through the hallway and press yourself up against the door. Two people are talking in there- two voices you don't recognize. "Shh... it's alright, dear... I'm here... hmm-hmm..." coos one voice. It's low and sweet, perhaps an older employee? Listening closer, you can hear the huffs of a respirator. "God- godddddd- I fucked it- They- I- They're all gonna seeeeeeeee and it's all my faaauulltttttt......" The other voice, blubbering through hiccups and tears, sounds about your age, if a couple years younger. They sounded sluggish and lethargic- maybe it was just their sobbing? "I'm sure nobody saw anything, sweetheart... and if they did, ███████ can just... wipe them away..." whispers the first voice. You could have sworn they said a name there, but the whole world went completely silent as they did. "It's not your fault, dear... it's not your fault...." "It's nott... it's.... it's not my...... not my fault.....hehheh. Hehh....." The second voice stops crying, melting into drowsy, blissful giggling. "That's right... now, stay here with me." You feel the air around you get thicker, as if turning from gas to liquid, and just when you feel like it's [[about to overtake you]]-

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Currently, you have two new e-mails. [[Welcome to our Team!]] from "Human Resources." <br> [[Job for you]] from "J. Kinsley"

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'oscillation', 'play', 'loop', 'true') <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-neutral.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"Hey, $name. Good to see you again."</p> </div> </div> It's Patricia. She gives you a smile and a wave as you step into the elevator beside her. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-grinner.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"Glad to see you're in one piece, heh... heh."</p> </div> </div> She awkwardly chuckles and drags her foot. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-discomfort.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"Look, I'm sorry if I scared you yesterday. I guess I just kinda got used to being here. You'll get used to it too, for better or for worse."</p> </div> </div> You nod slowly. That's kind of ominous, but you get the feeling that Patty isn't trying to freak you out or anything. At least, not purposefully. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-discomfort.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"This place has a real weird vibe. I probably would've quit a while ago if it weren't for the benefits."</p> </div> </div> She catches that look of familiarity in your eyes. Could everyone be stuck here because of what the company gives them in return? You can't decide if that's better or worse than other outcomes. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-neutral.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"But, I haven't quit yet, sooo... here we are." She shrugs. "At least I got to meet you. You're cool."</p> </div> </div> She pats you on the shoulder, and you smile. It's nice to have one thing to look forward to when you clock in for the day. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-serious.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"Because you're cool, I'm gonna tell you something that maybe you know but I still find freaky. Ready?"</p> </div> </div> You nod, and she pulls you a little bit closer. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-reallydiscomfort.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"Nobody actually works in (text-colour:navy)[NAVY]. It's all just computers and shit. I'm stationed in (text-colour:red)[RED], and sometimes they send me or another goon up to do some check-ins or tweaks, but nobody's stationed there permanently. I don't even know if they have a Facet- I mean, the orientation says they do, but all I've seen is machines." </p> </div> </div> You shudder. Wouldn't an IT department or whatever have someone working there? It seems almost irresponsible to leave that many computers unattended. <div class="textbox"> <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/patty/pat-serious.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>PATRICIA</strong> <p>"If you don't believe me, you can check it out yourself. It's on the floor below ours, so you'd just have to take the stairs down. If anyone sees you, say you're from (text-colour:red)[RED]. 'Kay?"</p> </div> </div> The elevator dings, and the door slides open. Patty smiles at you as she walks out. You speedwalk [[to your cubicle]] once again.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Right now, it's empty. The 'Oops! Nothing here!' popup with that saccharine little mascot suggests that the software this thing runs on was engineered from the ground up. They have the funds to do that, but not to get you a computer that isn't yellowed with age? Maybe it's a (text-colour:yellow)[YELLOW] department thing. Har har. Guess you'd better check your [[e-mail]], since you don't have much better to do.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Your journey back down the hallway to your cubicle was marked with that same odor of paint thinner, but somehow even more pungent this time. You tug your coat above your nose to try and block some of it out, but whatever smells that strongly is making your eyes water. The motivational poster pinned to your magnetboard seems to mock you as you grimace through the tainted air. "Hang in there!" they cheer. It's getting really hard to. It's probably your watery eyes, but for a split second, you could have sworn you saw that stupid, smiley, polished and glossy, annoyingly (text-rotate-z:10)[flawless] mascot's free hand sway.  You rub your eyes and dash back to your cubicle. You don't want to forget to [[take your meds.]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) You start speedwalking down the hall. It's lit in yellowish flourescence, with the once-vibrant paint down the sides denoting the sector now faded into a shade more reminiscent of jaundice. There's a distinct smell lingering in the air. Something halfway between dentist's office and paint stripper. It's not pleasent at all, burning your airways just slightly as you walk, but you'll have to grin and bear it. There's a couple other trainees around, bustling about with their own little tasks, but you feel almost invisible. You suppose ignoring eachother is an efficient way to go about things. For the entire way, you were almost exclusivley staring at the tiled floor. Through a pair of rather reinforced-looking doors lined with a peeling bluish-black, you head to [[your destination]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'oscillation', 'play') There's a terrible, sinking feeling in your stomach as you shakily, quickly retreat back to your cubicle. (if: $aberPoison >= 2)[It's dreadfully familiar. Bile creeps up your throat, clawing, staining the roof of your mouth with soap and iron, the smell stinging your nostrils. Hand against the wall, keeping yourself upright, you trudge back to your cubicle. Despite the seeping rot, you have [[work to do]].] (else:)[Shaken, you creep back through the halls, keeping your head down. It's quiet, and empty, but you still ensure you aren't seen. It's only your second day. You have [[work to do]].]

go to the scary department add whatever little interactions you want here, honestly

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant'))  <div class="textbox">  <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-peturbed.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>????</strong> <p>"Oh, hey, did Kinsley send you? Good timing."</p>  </div> </div> The woman tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, tapping her foot and keeping her hand on the handle of the double doors. You hand the spray bottle to her and she smiles warmly at you. <div class="textbox">  <img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/dianne/dianne-grinnerpng.png" alt="portrait" class="character-portrait"> <div class="text-content"> <strong>????</strong> <p>"Thanks! I'll- I'll see you around!" </p>  </div> </div> And without further ado, she gave you a small salute and zipped back through the door. Pressing your ear against the door to hear what's happening in there, you hear the woman shout "I got it! I got it!", but that's all you can make out around the frenzied running and shouting. Eventually, it subsides to exhausted cheers and maybe a high-five. You're glad that you helped, even if you don't exactly know what you did. Guess you'd better [[get back to your cubicle]] since you accomplished what you had to do,

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'flying', 'play') The synthesized bell rings out to a stop on yet another barren floor. Nobody else is accompanying you, other than that ever-present sickly smell and a poster that's grinning back. (if: (history:) contains "Something else is here.")[You feel sick. You stare at the poster, almost spitefully. It grins back. It's definitley moving. More than you, actually. Smiling. Isn't it cute? (text-rotate-x:29)+(text-rotate-y:8)+(text-rotate-z:351)[It finds you cute.] You get that impression. It nods. A wheezing chuckle escapes your throat. It burns on the way out. The air burns on the way back in. It's like shrapnel. You stare at eachother for a while, in a half-terrified, half-amused daze. You're only snapped out of it by the bell chiming again. You were standing motionless for at least 10 minutes. straight. Your eyes feel dry from the lack of blinking. Stumbling out of the elevator, you drag yourself out of the building, the walls a little too white and the floor blindingly reflective. You wait on the bus as normally as you can, but you still get stares. Stares of normal people seem almost welcome in comparison. Wordlessly, you trudge to your [[apartment.]]] (else:)[You pay no mind to it. This company really likes to nigh obsessively put up their own mascot everywhere, huh? After a small eon, you exit the lift and head out of the building, now well above ground. Ignoring the pristine-white halllways and bustling (text-colour:#94d82d)[GREEN] employees, you take your bus-ride back to your little [[apartment.]]]

<img src=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/707006662350864384/993631707808927824/yayfoundy.gif> (set: $name to (prompt: "Fix your name!", "The Cooler Intern")) Welcome to the testing skip-ahead zone! Here, you'll be able to get to new passages quicker, so you don't have to go through things that're already done. [[Day 1, Cubicle Visit 2->Your computer]] [[Day 1, End->apartment.]] [[CREDITS]]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (align:"=><=")(box:"X")<img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/names.png"> (text-colour:yellow)[YELLOW] is ran by (text-colour:yellow)[ Canary]. It's the training sector. Where all the fresh meat gets thrown in the grinder. It's where you're situated. (text-colour:lime)[GREEN] is ran by (text-colour:lime)[August]. It's the PR and marketing sector. You haven't been there yet, but you have access to it, since they're involved in (text-colour:yellow)[training]. The rest of the managers, or whatever, are redacted. They didn't even print a version without their names, they just blacked out the ones you're not allowed to know. That feels a little insulting, but pay is pay. (text-colour:cyan)[CYAN] deals with retrieval and manufacturing. From what gossip's gone down in the (text-colour:yellow)[YELLOW] offices, their weapons division has close ties with (text-colour:magenta)[MAGENTA]. (text-colour:navy)[NAVY]'s where the tech is. Strangely enough, you haven't seen or met anyone claiming to work there. (text-colour:navy)[That can't be right.]. (text-colour:magenta)[MAGENTA] is essensially HR. You go there if you have problems with anything. Considering how they're aligned with (text-colour:cyan)[CYAN], the (text-colour:magenta)[implications] bore a small pit in your stomach.. (text-colour:red)[RED] does the information management. Weirdly enough, you can't get assigned there if you have (text-colour:red)[pollen] allergies. (text-colour:grey)[KEY] manages containment. You're currently working in a containment building. Hopefully they weren't lying too much about the security of their cells. You focus your attention back to the rest of the [[magnet-board]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (set: $aberPoison to it -1) You take a deep breath and decide to sugarcoat it. Pat already seems on edge every time you see her- no reason to make it worse. "I'm pretty sure something just malfunctioned. I booked it when they sent people down because I didn't want anybody to see me somewhere I shouldn't be lol. "-$name" You click send and heave a sigh of relief. That should do the trick. You [[return to your inbox]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (align:"=><=")[<img src="https://realuity-isnt-real.neocities.org/game%20images/magnetboard.png">](box:"X") You've already put some stuff up here. You don't remember doing so, but it's here anyway. You don't want to think about it too hard. There's also a diagram of the structure that's in place.(text-colour:yellow)[ YELLOW], (text-colour:lime)[GREEN], (text-colour:cyan)[CYAN], (text-colour:navy)[NAVY], (text-colour:magenta)[MAGENTA], (text-colour:red)[RED], (text-colour:grey)[KEY]. That's all there. There's some more [[information]] written about the whole thing too, but you've already had that beat into your skull at training courses. It's nice to have a reminder, you suppose. There's another poster featuring that little company mascot. You don't like the look on its face. The post-it reads: 'REMEMBER! DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING.' How helpful. Back to [[your cubicle]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) <img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1146578377394896926/1146578514183716904/internbase.png"> (set: $name to (prompt: "It has a little space for your name.", "Intern")) (if: $name is "imfoundy")[(text-colour:#da77f2)[Hello! Looks like you used the codename. Hooray! Go [[here]] to skip ahead to a further passage, skipping all that previous stuff you've already seen. Don't worry, you'll be able to input your desired name. Thank you for your continued support of checking out this little project.]] (click: ?page)[== $name. Level (text-colour:yellow)[YELLOW.] That C logo. You clip it onto your coat. It feels a little heavy on your breast pocket. That's fine. Other things to worry about. You should get used to [[your cubicle]] first.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Work went by dull and slow. Nothing of note came up again. Just data, data, data. Inputted and outputted into the systems that stored and sorted them. The routine was a slog, but welcome. Consistency was something you desperatley needed after all those bombshells. The time passes anyway, and soon enough, you're on your way to that [[half-hour elevator]] once more.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (align:"=><=")[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/mSjqjKt/whatbeganwhatends.png">] Oh. An advertisement. For a product your employers manufacture. That feels a little redundant. You can't really stomach any of their cosmetics anymore, anyway, after learning the nitty gritty of how this stuff is made and tested. The meds stay, though. Cheap compared to other manufacturers. Back to [[your cubicle]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'terracotta', 'play') After the urge subsides, you pop the cap back onto the canister and continue your journey into the (text-colour:cyan)[CYAN] wing. As you continue on, the atmosphere starts to shift into one much different than what the company had shown you so far. Sirens grow louder as you approach the wing, and the scuffle of feet and muffled shouts leave you concerned. Just before you pull the double doors open, a kindly, albeit frazzled-looking woman slips through the doors to [[greet you]] before you can go inside.

((enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (set: $aberPoison to it +1) Oh, thank God, someone to talk to about whatever the hell that was. "I have no idea what that was, but I heard it too. I saw something, but only for a second, and whatever it was, it was huge. Twice the size of a normal person. If you go back down for maintenance, try and find something about it. "- $name" You hit send. Your palms are a little sweaty. Something's definitely being kept from you- no, most of the people here, and you feel your feet slipping into the rabbit hole. Uneasy, you [[return to your inbox]].

The emails are still here. <br> [[A Reminder!]], from "Human Resources". <br> [[Delivery job]], from "J. Kinsley" <br> (if: (history:) contains "check it out for yourself")[ [[WHAT]], from "P. Hertz"]

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'flying', 'play') Without a water bottle (or even a cooler) nearby, you'll have to dry-swallow. You're fine with that, even if your throat stung even before you gulped it down. Your breath slowed. The air was still unpleasent, but didn't hurt to take in anymore. At least, not as much. Better than nothing.. The poster on the magnetboard stopped staring through you. It became a cheesy company-issued motivational poster again. (text-colour:#212529)[At least, for now.] You're in the headspace to focus again. [[Your computer]] waits for input. The screen's slightly brighter than before. [[Checking the magnet-board]] again could also be on the agenda. Just in case. It moved before, didn't it?

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Everything's right where you left it. The magnet board has all the posters and pamphlets as it did last time, and your computer has nothing new to show you. Shame- you really wish there was something to distract yourself with right about now. With a resigned shrug, you get to work. Processing, sorting, manipulating, all of it melts into a blur and makes your hands and eyes hurt. But the conversation with Patricia is still ringing around in your brain. A part of you wants to get up and [[check it out for yourself]], but you aren't supposed to do that. You have [[work to do]], so it's best to sit down and let the day melt around you.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Canister in hand, you make your way back down the halls, under the unfeeling glow of fluorescent strip lights. It's eerie how quiet it is- with how big the company seems to be, you think you'd be hearing more than your own footsteps. And as if on cue, a lanky, red-haired woman dashed down the hallway in an opposite direction, clutching a file folder in her hands and offering a quick "Sorry!" after she bumped into your shoulder. You stand there for a little bit, wondering what her deal was, before continuing on. As you walk, you fiddle with the canister in your hand. Aside from the redhead in a rush, there's nobody in the halls. You even take a quick glance around just to make sure. before unscrewing the canister's cap. [[Could a little spritz be so bad?]] Then again, disobeying company orders on your first day probably wouldn't be a good look, so you should probably [[put the cap back on]].

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) Routine settles once again. Despite (if: (history:) contains "abersquad")[having some fucked up mutants or something milling about, enough to warrant an entire team dedicated to making sure they don't escape or kill anyone, ] (else:)[seemingly regularly using a secret anaesthetic type thing you've never heard of in your life that everyone else was either clueless of the composition of or left before they were pressured to divulge it, ] the office work is still largely mundane. Come an hour of filing spreadsheets, and gaining a newfound hatred for a local medical company for how convoluted and disorganized they make their order forms, a [[blip from your emails]] knocks you out of a menial labour daze.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) (track: 'flying', 'play', 'loop', true) The table is a sunbleached cream-white. Or.. flourescent light bleached. There's no windows around here. (click: ?page)[== There wouldn't be. You're underground. Quarter-hour lift rides mess with your head a bit. (click: ?page)[== At least there's stuff to look at here. (click: ?page)[== To your left is a [[magnet-board]] with various little images pinned to it. One of them might be important? Looking below, you can see the company-issued [[computer]]. Your nametag is dangling a bit from your pocket. You can check if you spelled [[your name]] right. It'd be embarassing if you fumbled it. To your right is a wall with a [[poster.]] You're not fond of it from first glance. It looks out of place. Behind you is nothing. Just an empty hall. It's not a busy day today.

(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant')) You weren't sure what else to expect from a department dealing with 'containment,' but seeing one of the KEY wings in person was still quite unnerving. It almost resembled an oversized dog kennel, with wide cells whose walls touched the ceiling running all the way down the hall. Each cell was sealed with a jet-black door, with only a few small windows to look at what the cell held. You can't help but feel glad that you'd need to tiptoe to see inside. It was rather quiet, only a few soft moans and light thumping from one of the cells-you couldn't tell which. You weren't sure if these cells were empty, or if their inhabitants were just asleep. Is whatever they put in here capable of sleeping? It doesn't matter. [[You came here to get something.]]

(set: $name to (prompt: "Is this right?", "???")) That looks good. Back to [[your cubicle]]. Lots to focus on.

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(enchant: ?passage's chars, via (t8n-delay:pos * 40) +(t8n-skip:50) + (t8n:'instant'))  (align:"=><=")[(text-colour:orange)[coding, majority of character design, original music, art - realuity] (text-colour:magenta)[majority of writing, some designs, concepting, being swag - magdaluxe] (text-colour:(hsl:0,0,1,0.6))[other character design credits - (text-colour:lime)[poryphoria,](text-colour:orange)[ savato,] (text-colour:red)[(put helios' tumblr user name here)] tracklist (update as more songs are added) floor tiles - realuity oscillation - realuity terracotta - realuity brass mountains - realuity unknown - oliver buckland flying - oliver buckland thank you for checking out our little game! go [[here]] to return to the save page.