#redbrick warehouse

[seraphinitegames]

Built as the residential space of those who originally founded the town, The Cornerstones has remained the occupancy of the more influential and affluent members of Wayhaven.

Not only do the houses here stand out for their size and grandeur, but also for their uniqueness against the rest of the town's architecture—formed mostly from the skeletons of the redbrick warehouses that played a key role in the function of the busy docks.

The set of large ornate iron gates that lead into this section of town remain open and have almost seemed to rust into place, but the distinction between this area of Wayhaven and the rest is obvious enough without the need of closed gates to cement it.

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Lost Souls, Chapter 6: No Weapon In This World

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

The redbrick warehouse Magnus lived in rose above them. Jocelyn pushed open the glass doors to the entryway, and they crowded inside, Clary trying to breathe through her mouth as her mother pushed the buzzer for Magnus one, two, and three times. At last the doors opened and they hurried up the stairs. The door to Magnus’s apartment was open, and the warlock was leaning against the architrave, waiting for them. He was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy antennae. His hair was a tangled, curly, spiky mass of black, and his gold-green eyes blinked tiredly at them. 

“Saint Magnus’s Home for Wayward Shadowhunters,” he said in a deep voice. “Welcome.” He threw an arm wide. “Spare rooms are that way. Wipe your boots on the mat. I’m glad to say for one night, and one night only, I have wonderful company for you, biscuit.” He spoke monotonously, yet stepped back into the apartment, allowing Clary to wonder what he meant by that. They passed through in front of him and shut the door. Today, the place was done up in a sort of faux-Victorian decor, with high-backed sofas and large gilt mirrors everywhere. The pillars were strung with flowers. 

“What was that about one night only?” said a second, equally sleepy voice, as someone emerged from the hall where Magnus indicated the spare rooms. Clary’s face melted as they saw Rowan, clad in much-too-big sweatpants tied tight around their waist and a plain undershirt, wiping their eyes from behind a pair of glasses she’d never seen before. When they pulled their hands away from their face, they sat crooked on their nose, just like Simon’s always did. It was cute. Their eyes, looking gray instead of blue in the shadowy apartment, widened at the sight of her. “Clary? By the Angel, are you okay?”

Clary stammered. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay—” she looked down at her shirt and realized just how much blood had dried on; she grimaced. “It’s not…mine?”

Rowan looked at her for a moment and they glanced at Jocelyn uncertainly, before rushing forward and grabbing their arm. They drug her away, towards a bedroom down the hall. She heard them mutter something about Aric Ashfair’s daughter? and Magnus chuckle, no doubt silently correcting her. 

“You want to tell me what happened or do you just want patched up?” they asked, sitting her down on the bed. Standing over her for the split second, she realized just how tall they were compared to her—not quite as tall as Jace, but around Isabelle’s height. They didn’t look thin and slender like Isabelle, but they had broader shoulders and a stronger build, more like Jace or maybe Simon. As they turned away and began flipping through things on the desk, she watched the muscles in their shoulders and arms contract and stretch, and very quickly found the carpet below her feet more interesting. She’d never seen Rowan in something so…revealing, it felt wrong, despite the fact it was only a tanktop. 

“I’m not really injured,” she said, rifling through her bag in an attempt to find her clothes. “I wanna get out there and see what happened to Luke?”

They strode towards her, having found what they were looking for—a stele. “What did happen to Luke?”

“We got attacked,” she said quickly. She stood and yanked her sweater off violently. It was covered in blood—Luke’s blood—and her worry for him made her nauseous. She couldn’t stand to think that he was hurt because of her. 

Rowan quickly turned away from her, busying themself with Chairman Meow, who was sitting on the chair in front of the desk. She swore they were blushing. From her backpack, she took a clean pair of jeans and a black V-necked thermal shirt and changed into them. “You’re like…the cat whisperer,” she said in an attempt to distract herself. “Animals hate Simon since he’s become a vampire. He’s super mad about it.”

They chuckled, and when she glanced their way, she noticed them holding the quite large, fluffy cat in their arms, lazily swinging back and forth. “I know. He’s told me about that. Not even the Chairman likes him.”

“What’s going on with you two, anyway? Simon, I mean.”

They paused for a moment, then grumbled, “why does everyone think I have something going on with Simon?”

Clary huffed. “He only has, like…a super obvious crush on you.”

“Says the girl that didn’t know he was in love with you for literally years.”

She glanced at herself in the window, which showed her a pale, but warm reflection. The table lamp next to her glowed a warm, orangey hue, but she looked ghostly in the image. Her hair hung limply, hamp with snow, and her freckles stood out like paint splotches. Not that it mattered what she looked like. She thought of Jace kissing her—it felt like days ago instead of hours—and her stomach hurt as if she'd swallowed tiny knives. She reached for the edge of the bed and held it in a white-knuckled grip until the pain subsided. 

“Too soon?” they asked, glancing over their shoulder to see if she was done. In an instant, they were by her side, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her. Clearly, they’d dropped Chairman Meow, because he gave a disgruntled yeow! and went to pout in the corner. “Clary? Clary, are you alright?” they asked. 

She nodded her head quickly, though held her hand out for them in an attempt to balance herself. “Yeah,” she said, a little breathless, swallowing down the terrible feeling in her chest. “Sorry.”

Their face softened for a brief moment, though the crease between their eyebrows never went away. They laid their hand on top of hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t apologize.”

She took a deep breath and walked out to the living room, Rowan in stride next to her. 

Her mother was seated on one of the gilt-backed chairs, her long artist’s fingers wrapped around a mug of hot water with lemon. Magnus was slumped on a hot-pink sofa, his green slippers up on the coffee table. “The pack stabilized him,” Jocelyn was saying in an exhausted voice. “They don’t know for how long, though. They thought there might have been silver powder on the blade, but it appears to be something else. The tip of the knife—” She glanced up, saw Clary, and fell silent. 

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m old enough to hear what’s wrong with Luke.”

She stared for a moment, and she realized it was past her and at Rowan. Rowan had rarely come to visit Luke’s house, and out of all of her friends, she probably knew her the least. Before she had a chance to say something, Magnus spoke up. “Jocelyn, if both your daughter and I trust this one,” he said, gesturing vaguely to them, “then you’re in good company. Rowan’s quite the bright child, they might be able to help figure this out.”

She nodded. Rowan shrugged and sat next to Magnus, casually shoving his shoulder over to make room for them on the sofa. “No hard feelings,” they said. Clary was sure they understood how vital information to stay secret was, especially lately. 

“Well, they don’t know exactly what it is,” Jocelyn said softly. “The top of the blade Sebastian used broke off against one of his robs and lodged in the bone. But they can’t retrieve it. It…moves.”

Rowan sat up a little straighter. “It what now?”

“When they tried to dig it out, it burrowed into the bone and nearly snapped it,” Jocelyn said. “He’s a werewolf, he heals fast, but it’s in there gashing up his internal organs, keeping the wound from closing.”

“Demon metal,” said Magnus. “Not silver.”

Jocelyn leaned forward. “Do you think you can help him? Whatever it costs, I’ll pay—”

Magnus stood up. His alien slippers and rumpled bed-head seemed extremely incongruous given the gravity of the situation. “I don’t know.”

“But you healed Alec,” said Clary. “And Rowan, right? When the Greater Demon attacked?”

“I would have been fine, he just spend up the process,” they muttered. 

Magnus had begun to pace. “I knew what was wrong with him. I don’t know what kind of demon metal this is. I could experiment, try different healing spells, but that still wouldn’t be the fastest way.”

“What’s the fastest way?” Jocelyn asked. 

“You could call your friends,” Rowan said, which to Clary, sounded incredibly questionable, and she wondered what kind of friends these were. 

He shook his head. “I’ve used up all my IOUs with the Riges, and they might not even know, anyway. But…” He thought for a moment. “The Praetor. The Wolf Guard. I knew the man who founded it—Woolsey Scott. Because of certain…incidents, he was fascinated with minutiae about the way demon metals and demon drugs act on lycanthropes, the same way the Silent Brothers keep records of the ways Nephilim can be healed. Over the years the Praetor have become very closed-off and secretive, unfortunately. But a member of the Praetor could access their information.”

“Luke’s not a member,” Jocelyn said. “And their roster is secret—”

Rowan, who had been staring at the floor in front of them, lost in thought as Magnus spoke, had an idea. “Jordan,” they said. “I have his number, I could call him—”

“I’ll call him,” said Magnus. “I can’t get into Praetor headquarters, but I can pass on a message that ought to hold some extra weight. I’ll be back.” He padded off to the kitchen, the antennae on his slippers waving gently like seaweed in a current. 

“You were attacked by Sebastian?” Rowan asked, looking between the two of them. For the first time in two weeks, they looked fragile about the topic, and she knew what they were looking for. 

“Your brother wasn’t there,” Jocelyn said. Clary felt a pit grow in her stomach as she heard the words and turned away from them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rowan shuffle out of the room. She looked at her mother, who was staring at her mug of hot water. It was one of her favorite restoritaves, though Clary could never figure out why someone would want to drink warm sour water. The snow had soaked her other’s hair, and now that it was drying, it was beginning to curl, like Clary’s did in humid weather. 

“Mom,” Clary said carefully, and her mother looked up. “That knife you threw—back at Luke’s—was it at Jace?”

“It was at Johnathan.” She would never call him Sebastian, Clary knew.

“It’s just…” Clary took a deep breath. “It’s almost the same thing. You saw. When you stabbed Sebastian, Jace started to bleed. It’s like theyre—mirrored in someway. Cut Sebastian, Jace bleeds. Kill him, and Jace dies.”

“Clary.” Her mother rubbed her tired eyes. “Can we not discuss this now?”

“But you said you think he’ll come back for me. Jace, I mean. I need to know that you won’t hurt him—”

“Well, you can’t know that. Because I won’t promise it, Clary. I can’t.” Her mother looked at her with unflinching eyes. “I saw the two of you come out of your bedroom.”

Clary flushed. “I don’t want to—”

“To what? Talk about it? Well, too bad. You brought it up. You’re lucky I’m not in the Clave anymore, you know. How long have you known where Jace was?”

“I don’t know where he is. Tonight is the first time i’ve talked ot him since he disappeared. I saw him in the Institute with Seb—Johnathan, yesterday. I told Alec and Isabelle and Simon, and he told Rowan, but I couldn’t tell anyone else. If the Clave got hold of him—I can’t let that happen.”

Jocelyn raised her green eyes. “And why not?”

“Because he’s Jace. Because I love him.”

“He’s not Jace. That’s just it, Clary. He’s not who he was. Can’t you see that—”

“Of course I can see it. I’m not stupid. But I have faith. I saw him possessed before, and I saw him break free of it. I think Jace is still inside there somewhere. I think there’s a way to save him.”

“What if there isn’t?”

“Prove it.”

“You can’t prove a negative Clarissa. I understand that you love him. You always have loved him, too much. You think I didn’t love your father? You think id idn’t give him every chance? And look what came of that. Jonathan. If I hadn’t stayed with your father, he wouldn’t exist—”

“Neither would I,” said Clary. “In case you forgot, I came after my brother, not before.” She looked at her mother, hard. “Are you saying it would have been with it never to have had me if you could get rid of Johnathan?”

“No, I—”

There was the grating sound of keys in a lock, and the apartment door swung open. It was Alec. He wore a long leather duster open over a blue sweater, and there were white flakes of snow in his black hair. His cheeks were candy-apple red from the cold, but his face was otherwise pale.

“Where’s Magnus?” he said. As he looked toward the kitchen, Clary saw a bruise on his jaw, below his ear, about the size of a thumbprint. 

“Alec!” Magnus came skidding into the living room and blew a kiss to his boyfriend across the room. His cat’s eyes shone as he looked at Alec. Rowan, who was half-hidden by the doorway behind him, wrinkled their nose in performative disgust at him, then looked at her, waiting to see if she would laugh. 

She offered a half-smile instead. Clary knew that look; that was herself looking at Jace. Alec didn’t return the gaze, though. He was shucking off his coat and hanging it on a hook on the wall. He was visibly upset. His hands were trembling, his broad shoulders tightly set.

“You got my text?” Magnus asked.

“Yeah. I was only a few blocks away anyway.” Alec looked at Rowan, then Clary, and then at her mother, anxiety and uncertainty warring in his expression. Though Alec had been invited to Jocelyn’s reception party, and had met her several times besides that, they did not by any means know each other well. He and Rowan shared that sentiment. “It’s true, what Magnus said? You saw Jace again?”

“And Sebastian,” said Clary. 

“But Jace,” Alec said. “How was—I mean, how did he seem?”

Clary knew exactly what he was asking; for once she and Alec understood each other better than anyone else in the room. “He’s not playing a trick on Sebastian,” she replied softly. “He really has changed. He isn’t like himself at all.”

“How?” Alec demanded, with an odd blend of anger and vulnerability. “How is he different?”

There was a hole in the knee of Clary’s jeans; she picked at it, scraping the skin underneath. “The way he talks—he believes in Sebastian. Believes in what he’s doing, whatever that is. I reminded him that Sebastian killed Max, even asked about Jensen, and he didn’t seem to care.” Her voice cracked. “He said Sebastian was just as much his brother as much as Max was.”

Alec whitened, the rest sports on his cheeks standing out like bloodstains. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rowan disappear back into the kitchen, followed by the sound of a few cabinet doors slamming. “Did he say anything about me?” he asked. “Or any of us?”

Clary shook her head, hardly able to stand the look on Alec’s face. In the far corner, she could see Magnus watching Alec too, his face almost blank with sadness. She wondered if he was jealous of Jace still, or just hurt on Alec’s behalf. 

“Why did he come to your house?” Alec shook his head. “I don’t get it.”

“He wanted me to come with him. To join him and Sebastian. I guess he wants their evil little duo to be an evil little trio.” She shrugged. “Maybe he’s lonely. Sebastian can’t be the greatest company.”

“We don’t know that. He could be absolutely fantastic at Scrabble,” said Magnus.

“He's a murdering psychopath,” said Alec flatly. “And Jace knows it.”

“But Jace isn’t Jace right now—,” Magnus began, but broke off as a shattering sound, followed by a loud stream of curse words came from the kitchen. Clary, sometimes, forgot that Rowan’s mouth would put a sailor to shame. Then, the phone started ringing, and they called for him, sounding like they were in pain. “I’m going to take care of that,” he said. “Who knows who else might be on the run from the Clave and need a place to stay? It’s not like there are hotels in this city. And maybe that was my favorite mug. What a day!” He padded off toward the kitchen. 

[masterkirby]

i could set my nose full in flayed redbrick and cement

my wrists scented with rubble, dust, a long vacant warehouse

so cool and airy and a lightening storm after each stifling day sniffling petrichor

a bathe in a big bowl, moist hair, tea with sugar and a ticking clock

my feet can't wait to flee gravel towards grass, the orchard tomorrow again

following or rather chasing breakfast sandwiches with cereal coffee

and after the apples, our favourite fun the rusty trash pile, hidden from adult sight

knees and hands skinned from crawling over the concrete fence

metallic tongue metallic teeth but no metallic jaw no lockjaw ooph

no matter, cries forgotten, the ice-truck calls domirefamisoldo

babcia calls dinner and kompot and drożdżowiec and a hush-hush

take-this-and-buy-yourself-some-chips-you-can-keep-the-change

(the change kept and kept changing)

[nihonryoko]

赤レンガの家はとても混雑していた。外から写真を撮ることしかできませんでした。 赤レンガの家の中には、たくさんのお店や食べ物がありました。 この建物がショッピングセンターとして使われているのは本当に面白いです。

[urbapix]

The door #picoftheday #instadaily #instagram #instatravel #travel #traveling #door #brick #redbrick #warehouse #igersnantes #igersfrance #nantes https://www.instagram.com/p/Bune7ofAepf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jfwtdh9d9ezn

[kjs-life]

#Snapshot #illumination #Tree #Christmas #tree #RedBrick #Warehouse #Yokohama #Museum of Art #スナップショット #イルミネーション #木 #クリスマスツリー #YOKOHAMA #赤れんが倉庫 #写真好きな人と繋がりたい #写真撮ってる人と繋がりたい #写真部 #iphone #instalike #amazing (横浜赤レンガ倉庫（Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse）) https://www.instagram.com/p/CXYQNxrluqD/?utm_medium=tumblr

[kevin-xiang-kai]

New renovation project in Beijing. Rendering & before.#atelierxiang #art #architect #architecture #design #building#renovation #facade #archdaily #like4likes #likeforlikes #architecturedesign #建築#リノベーション#ファサード#建筑#改造#beijing#redbrick #warehouse #仓库#倉庫#オフィス#办公#Office（在 通州） https://www.instagram.com/p/B_919ysDBLw/?igshid=6evrk3az2q9r

[spst-haru]

[ 燃え上がるような ］ . . . 12月 横浜赤レンガ倉庫にて。 . . . 真っ赤なレンガがよく目立つ倉庫は、 夜は 暗闇に鮮やかな赤が浮かび上がって、怪しい美しさでした。 . . . . . . . . . 年末あれだけ大掃除したのに、 あっという間に散らかるんだなあ。 . はるを . . . ==================== 📸 2019.12 YOKOHAMA RED BRICK WAREHOUSE, Yokohama, Kanagawa . Nikon D5300 🧱✨🧱✨🧱✨🧱✨🧱 ==================== . . . #japan #kanagawa #yokohama #yokohamaredbrickwarehouse #warehouse #yokohamaredbrick #redbrickwarehouse #redbrick #brick #nightview #view #landscape #神奈川 #横浜 #横浜赤レンガ倉庫 #倉庫 #横浜赤レンガ #赤レンガ倉庫 #赤レンガ #レンガ #夜景 #夜 #風景　 #adobephotoshoplightroom #nikond5300 #instagram #photo #photography (横浜赤レンガ倉庫（Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse）) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7RLYPnpTFl/?igshid=1xyl58fhglhvw

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

São Paulo Letter: Fire at neglected cultural institution a metaphor for a troubled Brazil

Under Bolsonaro’s regime the Cinemateca Brasileira has been starved of funds and effectively abandoned

[Image description: the Cinemateca on fire.]

Another piece of Brazil’s cultural heritage went up in flames last week. A warehouse fire in São Paulo consumed an estimated four tonnes of material belonging to the Cinemateca Brasileira, the institution responsible for preserving the country’s rich audiovisual history.

The fire has not fatally destroyed the oldest film archive in Latin America but historically significant documentation as well as a still unknown amount of film has been lost. This was worse than a tragedy foretold.

Under the far-right government of Jair Bolsonaro the Cinemateca has been abandoned. Starved of funds last year, it laid off specialised technical staff responsible for maintaining the archive – the institution’s very raison d’être.

These former employees campaigned desperately to save the institution they served and whose main site in a beautifully repurposed redbrick slaughterhouse is the pride of São Paulo’s cinephiles. In April they published a manifesto demanding the government take action warning “the risk of fire is real”.

After these appeals were ignored their fears were realised. Under Brazil’s constitution the state is charged with preserving the country’s cultural patrimony. So for many Brazilians what happened last Thursday night was not a disaster but a crime.

Official lack of care with Brazil’s cultural institutions predates Bolsonaro’s arrival in office in 2019. This is not the first fire to hit the Cinemateca. In 2015 the Museum of the Portuguese Language in São Paulo was gutted in a conflagration exacerbated by flaws in the building’s fire prevention plan while in 2018 the 200-year old National Museum in Rio de Janeiro was consumed by flames after years of neglect.

Each of those disasters were viewed as somehow symbolic of a society cut adrift during the last decade of political crises and social regression.

Continue reading.

[enforcementdrone209-blog]

#abandoned #Warehouse with #crane in the #harburg #binnenhafen #industrial #urban #forgottenplaces #abandonedplaces #obsolete #redbrick #instagood #instamood #agameoftones (hier: Hamburg - Harburg) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByYDOVuoO2F/?igshid=18rqxy838e1t8

[lucileinthesky]

Old red bricks#3 Red bricks and warehouses are part of Red Hook's identity. Cool vibe, exhausting wind by the waterfront and so close to Manhattan (thanks to the Ikea shuttle 😉), definitely worth a visit in Brooklyn! . . #oldbricks #redbricks #bricks #architecture #architecturelover #architectureporn #warehouse #industrialarchitecture #streetphotography #streetpic #streetclassics @street.classics #city #redhook #brooklyn #newyork #nyc #nyc_ig #igersny #iloveny #ilovenyc #usa #travel #travelpic #igtravel (à Red Hook, Brooklyn) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsOb4CpgVZW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=n9h4xh8ztiay

[3dsrendercom]

A Converted Warehouse Loft in the San Francisco Bay Area Seeks $950K

The radiant space in Emeryville features 19-foot ceilings, exposed wood beams, and a gabled skylight.

Nestled in the heart of Emeryville, California, across the bay from San Francisco, the Horton Street Lofts were originally built in 1917 and converted in 1993. Today, it offers 15 live/work spaces that rarely see the market, though one has just surfaced for $950,000.

Set on a quiet, tree-lined street in Emeryville, Horton Street Loft #5 is part of a 15-unit, redbrick collective. The loft can be accessed either from a private entrance on 45th Street (as shown) or inside a secure common entranceway.Photo by OpenHomes PhotographyThe two-level space spans over 1,600 square feet with an open floor plan and 19-foot ceilings. Light pours into the ground-floor living room from a series of small windows inset into the panels of the old garage door. The public area continues with an open dining room and kitchen set adjacent to the living area.

Glass panes on the old garage door bring in natural light. The deep, linear floor plan runs the length of a bay in the old warehouse.Photo by OpenHomes Photography

Wide-plank hardwoods line the floor throughout, complementing exposed beams and pillars.Photo by OpenHomes PhotographySee the full story on Dwell.com: A Converted Warehouse Loft in the San Francisco Bay Area Seeks $950K Source link Read the full article

[mayonoenoe]

カンパイ展 そのに #赤レンガ倉庫 #横浜 #カンパイ #カンパイ展 #yokohama #findyouryokohama_japan #findyouryokohama #redbrick #photoyokohama #インスタ映え #夏 #summer #みなとみらい線 #みなとみらい #みなとみらい線フォト散歩 #minatomirai #キリン #カンパイ展2019 #麒麟 #インスタレーション #art #アート #installationart #installation #ドリンク #ビール (横浜赤レンガ倉庫（Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse）) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0szp1ElenN/?igshid=1um9osaln1arr

[naootee]

ドイツの春祭り...(ΦωΦ)ｱｶﾚﾝｶﾞ #横浜 #みなとみらい #赤レンガ倉庫 #フリューリングスフェスト #東京カメラ部横浜分室 #横浜カメラ部 #みなとみらい線フォト散歩 #ゴールデンウィーク #人多い #そらそう #yokohama #minatomirai #akarenga #redbrick #kanagawaphotoclub #myyokohama #frulingsfest #springfesta #ig_japan #igersjp #instagramjapan #写真好きな人と繋がりたい (横浜赤レンガ倉庫（Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse）) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxCHbFigX7u/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=174vcm4arnsp

[shotahoshino]

横浜帰ってガーデンネックレス💐 日向坂46のイベント？やってて存在感が薄まってたけどカラフルで綺麗に仕上がってた👏 #naturephotography #urban #city #greening #cityscape #flower #flowers #flowerstagram #nature #naturephoto #naturelovers #yokohama #minatomirai #garden #gardening #redbrick #gardennecklace #都市緑化 #ガーデンネックレス横浜 #都市景観 #緑化 #花 #花見 #横浜 #みなとみらい #庭 #庭園 #自然 #iPhone13mini #apple (横浜赤レンガ倉庫（Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse）) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqiM-36rYs4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vryptidart]

Ava du Mortain- meet Salt Wax [TWC book 1 liveblog]

no stats to share for her, given it's starting from book one. her pronouns are she/they but i play her as nonbinary so i get Ava-Nat and Mason-Felix to match the scum fics.

neat to note that janet hadnt been to see the local doc yet- she was REALLY new in town. still wonder how murphy ended up in wayhaven- tracking janet as she moved? small town with excessive abandoned warehouse population would be easier to work in than the city. tracking the detective- then distracted by janet? how DOES he find them- other than just getting lucky sniffing strangers in the street

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turner also doesnt like verda! shrimpteresting..

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my early on choices arent super interesting bc im usually using the early game more to establish the stats that i want, rather than playing super true tp character. theres some wonk choices necessary to get certain combinations and im generally playing with the code open in another screen at this point haha

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oh haha forgot nb-bi detective gets male bobby

salts going douglas subroute anyway its accurate to fic

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🏠🤢🏚 gentrification never fucking ends let the redbrick SHOW YOU COWARDS

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she was smart she was trying to survive SOBS AUGH JANETTT

anyone who hasnt pls go read my janet greenland fics because i am STILL MOURNING HER 🕯🕯🕯

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i bet you could figure out an era the factory was built and operated based on like... idk when they might have beautiful designs once for even an industrial building. it does add to the vibe, the idea of these scenes playing out in a beautiful husk, carcass of industry...

id joke abt morag factory union organiser au but you know she is active in the dockworkers union in canon so its not far off LOL

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🤔🤔🤔

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i may have played book 1 a thousand times and crawled all thru the code but still-

their first named voiced scene ALWAYS brings such a smile to my faceee

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i get its options to influence early stats but stats and all but man even if he is being immature its kinda fucked to just nick douglas' phone ndhdndjd

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AND THEN FOUR SUPERMODELS WALK IN

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so fuckin rude i love her so much

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lil shit 💛💜💛💜💛💜

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and that's where i got up to on my phone! now to catch up on computer bc i want bigger screen lmfao