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>This seems serious. Contact a vaguely-defined Scientist Type!

>This seems serious. Contact a vaguely-defined Scientist Type!


Recalling the STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL, you call up your friend CARL WILHELM SCHEELE, who is inexplicably alive.



He arrives quickly, and you both poke your heads into the CEILING SPACE. He informs you that he definitely had nothing to do with this, as this STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL is clearly not SCHEELE'S GREEN in color or chemical composition.



Being CARL WILHELM SCHEELE, however, he can't resist seeing what it does taste like.

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Scheele often tasted his experiments, not knowing that they were lethally poisonous.

>Ask him what his thoughts are on where it came from.

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Come on, only one command? :3 ...am I doing something wrong

>Ask him what his thoughts are on where it came from.


You ask SCHEELE about the STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL'S origins. According to him, as the STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL contains traces of MOLYBDENUM, BARIUM and MANGANESE, the only place where it could have come from would have been an INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX.



SCHEELE continues: The only INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX around here is the one owned by the corporation REDRIA¦EMCORP, the industrial chemicals and information technology giant. They also happen to practically control the entire city-

He is interrupted by a PAINFULLY EARSPLITTING SOUND.



Oh no. It's your NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR, replete with her THUNDERBOLT BASS and BACKPACK NUCLEAR AMP. You're not even sure if she lives in her MUSIC PRODUCTIONS OFFICE like you do in yours. In fact, you aren't even sure of her name!

>What is her name?

> Jamms McKenzie

>Roxanne Roll

> You don't know. We just went over this! Honestly it's like you're not even paying attention.

> Who cares what her name is? To you, she'll always be get a job, you fucking hippy, and to her, you'll always be that asshole detective who doesn't get it.

What is her name?

A sudden FLASH OF INSPIRATION hits you, causing various INSPIRATION-BORNE CONCEPTS to flash in and out of your PLANE OF PERCEPTION.

> Jamms McKenzie

>Roxanne Roll

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You recall from VARIOUS MEMORIES PREVIOUSLY UNREMEMBERED that your NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR'S name is JAMMROLL ROCKENZIE, she is a MUSICIAN and PRODUCER, and her THUNDERBOLT BASS, otherwise known as STEVE, wakes you up at 2am every other night.



You wonder how you could have forgotten the last bit. Perhaps you're going deaf.

> Who cares what her name is? To you, she'll always be get a job, you fucking hippy, and to her, you'll always be that asshole detective who doesn't get it.

Rather tactlessly, you muse this aloud. Wordlessly she points at her door sign, indicating her occupation as a REDRIA¦EMCORP MUSIC PRODUCER. Unlike some people, she actually has a job.

>

Scheel: Uh oh, this is awkward. You're gonna.. just... yeah... Go follow that trail of green sludge to see where it leads.

Oh, good! Maybe she can tell you who left all this highly dangerous radioactive sludge everywhere.

Oh, good! Maybe she can tell you who left all this highly dangerous radioactive sludge everywhere.

> Concoct ridiculously implausible scenario in which record producers commit toxic waste dumping.

>Ask if she's hiring.

>Ask if she's hiring.

She gives you her INCREDIBLY INCREDULOUS LOOK. Of ELLIPSISNESS.

Oh, good! Maybe she can tell you who left all this highly dangerous radioactive sludge everywhere.

> Concoct ridiculously implausible scenario in which record producers commit toxic waste dumping.

You suddenly have a MOMENT OF CONNECTION. You assume your CONNECTION FACE as the CAMERA zooms in on your eye.

Obviously, the source of the STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL was from her SECRET DEALINGS with SHADY REDRIA EXECUTIVES! It is evident that they truck it to her under the guise of transporting BLANK CDs! And then she stashes it in the CEILING CRAWLSPACES, not actually having a PROPER DUMPING SITE! Of course! It's all so clear!

...

She just as obviously can take no more of your shenanigans and returns to her studio, slamming the door behind her.

Scheel: Uh oh, this is awkward. You're gonna.. just... yeah... Go follow that trail of green sludge to see where it leads.

Scheele is just as clueless as you are on the STATE OF THINGS (including whether or not this is AWKWARD or not), and he has better things to do than CRAWL AROUND IN A CEILING CRAWLSPACE looking at STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL.

It is now shortly later. Scheele has taken his leave, taking the JAR OF RADIOACTIVE SLUDGE with him for further analysis. You are trying to use your STETHOSCOPE to LISTEN INTO JAMMROLL'S STUDIO, something that you feel you will probably REGRET THOROUGHLY.

Aha. You find a point of constructive interference, and proceed to EAVESDROP.

...although at the moment you can't really make anything out. You can hear her talking quietly but not precisely what she says, and since you can only hear half of her conversation, you deduce that she is ON THE PHONE. You can also hear her gently strumming STEVE'S strings.

>What you need to do is somehow make a lot of noise so she has to speak up to be heard.

>What you need to do is somehow make a lot of noise so she has to speak up to be heard.

PUMP UP DA JAMS

>The only way to MAKE SOME NOISE, is to BURST THROUGH THE WALL and SURPRISE HER.

Can you invite yourself in? Invite yourself in. Ask for a cup of tea or something and check her call history while she heads into the kitchen to begrudgingly make it.

Your PHONOGRAPH sparks a bit and turns itself on. You'll have to get that fixed sometime.

>What you need to do is somehow make a lot of noise so she has to speak up to be heard.

PUMP UP DA JAMS

But that gives you an idea!


You adjust the volume of the PHONOGRAPH, setting it on the highest volume possible. Strains of McLain's 'Cara Mia' fill the air. At least you think it's McLain.




As you try and listen in over the noise, however, you hear her walking to the other end of her office/apartment. Now you really can't hear anything she says.

>The only way to MAKE SOME NOISE, is to BURST THROUGH THE WALL and SURPRISE HER.

Can you invite yourself in? Invite yourself in. Ask for a cup of tea or something and check her call history while she heads into the kitchen to begrudgingly make it.

You invite yourself in.


She is somewhat perturbed.

>Double over in pain. Bursting through walls must really hurt!

Ask for a cup of tea or something and check her call history while she heads into the kitchen to begrudgingly make it.

Conclude that the short time you've spent with the RADIOACTIVE SLUDGE must have made your skeleton INVINCIBLE!

Either that or you've broken half of the bones in your body.

CHUG ALL OF HER COFFEE

"...Oh yeah?"

>Jammroll Rockenzie: Throw phone at creepy dude in self-defense.