This game went over three 3 hour sessions, despite appearances to the contrary.
Session 1: Chapters 1 to 5
Session 2: Chapters 6 to 9
Session 3: Chapters 10 to 15 & the Epilogue.
April Coroy in "Death by numbers"
Chapter One: Number crunch Opening sequence: Liz is the investigator
It's 10 in the morning and it must already be 30 degrees Celsius. And it's dry, dry, dry. The shoebox I call my office feels like an oven and I'm the beef jerky. And, not surprisingly, the accounts I'm working are even drier than the air.
That's when I hear the rumble of Brian Samuels, rolling up the stairs and then bellowing at Virginia, my secretary. He busts in like he owns the place. Which he does. He smells like a blue cheese milkshake.
Turns out the chump's had some statue stolen but only got it insured for damages. So he's got to find it to get paid. Or so he says. "Listen April, I need that statue. Screw the insurance. Find that fucking statue by Friday or your fired. Your my fucking accountant, do the math."
Great. Just what I need, my fucking ex-con boss, throwing his weight around and making me do his errands. Or else.
Chapter Two: Hack Attack Investigation sequence: Oli is authority
Fuck him. Something's got his goat. He's blaming the cleaners, that's fucking lame. There's a bee under his bonnet and he's asking me to squash it. With a spade. If he's gonna fire me if I don't get the dirt, well then I'm gonna get the fucking dirt. I call up Jimmy.
The snivelling arsewipe keeps backing down. Says "Only someone two snags short of a barbie would hack into the home network of Brian fucking Samuels. He's not just an ex-con. He's a fuckin rich ex-con. And you know what that means, he knows how to make an omelette. He knows how to break a few eggs. And I don't feel like getting broke." I remind Jimmy about how I helped his grandma with her tax problem. He says she still got fucking audited. He hangs up and by the time I try to call him back, the little c**t's already redirected the line to the laundromat on Bunda St. Shit. Conflict: Liz loses all her dice. No violence.
I still smell Samuel's sweaty arse. I've got to get out of this place.
Chapter Three: Glamour Reflection sequence: Emma is authority
Sliding into the cool air of the Canberra Centre, I forget the nightmare of this morning's heat and the odour of my boss. One sushi roll, one pedicure, one new pair of shoes and one caramel gelato later, I almost forget the world of shit I'm in. Liz gets all her dice back.
Violence sequence
Strutting back to the office, my feet are chaffing sweetly in my gorgeous, new satin blue heels and it must be almost 40 under the midday sun. I take a short cut through some of the buildings in Garema Place. I pass some drop kick hitting a bongo out of time just before the alley entrance. I'm half way down before I notice the drum's not fading. Then its stops and dirty fat hands grab me from behind around the throat. I fight like a tom cat but my vision's blurring. Somehow I get the bastard off balance and do the judo hip throw my dad taught me. I run, panting for breath, not stopping to look back. Fucking bastard, he made me break one of my heels. Liz wins, 1 Violence
Chapter Four: Hot Coffee Investigator sequence: Narayan is authority
I stumble into Wendy Chen's office. She works in the Federal Police Agency in Civic. I've helped her on a few embezzlement cases. I thought she might be able to tell me what's spooked Samuels or at least help me catch my breath and work out why the fuck someone tried to strangle me.
She knows it's serious when she sees the state of my shoes. "Holy shit. They're feeking the latest Menilo Blanks. Must of cost of heaps." The stupid bitch won't help me though. Tells me I should talk to the local cops. Even when I start crying. She basically pushed me out her office after I asked her to breach the Code of Conduct and I hit some loser with the door on my way out and I'm sure he nearly burnt his nipples off with the half dozen coffees he spilt down his shirt. I leave the stuck up bitch to clean up. Conflict: Liz loses one dice. One violence.
Chapter Five: Redhill tango Investigation sequence: Jason is authority
I'm a steaming cup of coffee now. I know Samuels is down at the Yacht Club for Thursday drinks. I go to his fucking mansion amongst the embassy mansions of Redhill. I charm my way through the front gate and get greeted by this young, expensively dressed bimbo (or himbo, I can't quite tell) Mei Wang. Whilst he/she's trying to get through to Samuels, I get into his study and have a poke. I don't know what I expect to find but I scoop up some white dust on the floor in one the zip locks I always carry in my pocket for spare pant and shirt buttons. I also find a handkerchief in the bin smudged with lippie.
That's when I hear a low growl by the door and another sharp dressing asian bitch starts hollering at me. Bloody Samuels is keeping a regular whorehouse. I try to duck past her but she does some kungfu shit and knocks me down. I roll with it and remember the games of footy I played with my brothers. I brace my legs and launch to tackle her slim frame. She does this ridiculous somersault and I'm out the door. Conflict: Jason loses one dice. No violence.
Pushed conflict.
Then the bloody transgender asian tries to cross me, brandishing a sharp and nasty looking hairbrush. She tries to slow me for the kungfu nasty to catch up but Mei Wang's no fighter. I'm not sure if she was stunned by the hit she took from the floor or by the feeling of such a fabulous gown getting ripped off her sparkling young shoulders. Conflict: Jason lost three dice, 1 violence.
The guard dog practically licked me as I let my self out.