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palms-upturned · 1 year

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I’m not gonna jump in ppl’s notes over this bc lord knows I do not want to have a debate about it but seeing someone say “I have qualms about people calling Jean ableist for trying to fire Harry and in the same breath saying Harry is unfit for cop work” is really getting to me. I am practically on my knees begging people to actually engage with what disco elysium has to say about disability and addiction and ableism and policing and social murder because it’s not even subtextual, it’s as blatant and hand holding as it could possibly be. The 41st is an awful environment for Harry not bc him being disabled makes him incapable of doing his job, it’s bc the job is fucking hostile to his existence. Like, no one is “fit” to be a cop because they shouldn’t exist, firstly, and even Harry himself will say as much in the Ruby bad ending. But talking about Harry’s case specifically, we know that this job is part of what landed him where he is to begin with.

From the start of day 2:

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — You mean why are you so tired? Too tired and *down* to even think? It *is* worrying, isn't it. You can't be a detective like this -- detectives need to be able to think.

YOU — Why is this happening?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — It's just that your heart has finally pumped all the *speed* out of your system, buster. Time to get some more.

YOU — Wait. What *is*... speed?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Speed is a potent central nervous system stimulant. It kept you propped up all day yesterday despite your debilitating hangover. How else did you think you even got up from this floor?

VOLITION — You got up from this floor because of a holy vow you made sixteen years ago. With *me*. To wake up exactly 07:30 every morning until the day you die.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Don't be silly. There was no vow. You were high on speed. That was the only reason you got up. You can't *detect* without it, it's that simple.

YOU — No. I can take this. I am not going to go looking for speed.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Are you sure? Ready to live as this pathetic shell of yourself for days? Basically a week? Let's be honest -- two weeks, maybe three? You won't make it. Half the town will be dead by then. You will be fired.

YOU — That's a lie. I can do this without the speed. Half the town won't be dead... (Opt out.)

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Suit yourself, slow, sad shell-man. See how you do without your spark.

And from this talk with Kim in Klaasje’s room:

KIM KITSURAGI — "Amphetamine -- does it make you a better detective?"

SUGGESTION — Be honest. He's not grilling you, he just wants to know. Ask if he's ever wanted to take it too.

YOU — "Honestly, it makes me the detective I am. Have you thought of taking it too?"

KIM KITSURAGI — "Maybe I should?" He lets out a little pensive hum, rubbing his shoulder...

DRAMA — It's not insincere. He's actually giving it thought.

KIM KITSURAGI — "Doesn't the... pupils and the gurning jaw, the sweating... doesn't it become tiring after a while?"

YOU — "I understand it's unbecoming but if I don't perform this job well I am nothing. It's the price I pay."

Harry knows that the cost of getting sober would be that the precinct would let him go. They’re not going to have the patience to deal with him slowing down from the combo of withdrawal and no speed to “keep him propped up.” Not when the reason that he’s stayed on the force this long and risen in the ranks is most likely because he manages such a massive caseload, as we find out from Kim:

YOU — "Is two cases a week a good case load, lieutenant?"

KIM KITSURAGI — "Huh?" He raises his nose from his notes. "Two *complex* cases to undertake is a lot, yes. You *really* have to push yourself. I would not suggest it. Lest you start making mistakes."

YOU — "Two cases a week appears to have been my load, lieutenant. I'm not sure I completed them though."

KIM KITSURAGI — "Two?" He raises both eyebrows. "That's a lot. I didn't mean to say you're making mistakes, by the way. That was presumptuous of me."

And later:

KIM KITSURAGI — "This next row -- the one that wraps all the way around -- is your number of closed cases. *Closed* is good. It means finished. You've got, let's see..."

KIM KITSURAGI — "Wow, more than 200!"

YOU — "Is that a lot?"

KIM KITSURAGI — "It's *quite* a lot, even for someone who's been on the force for nearly two decades. Usually clearing more than 10 cases a year puts you in the 90th percentile of *all* RCM officers..."

Despite the trouble Harry makes, he’s considered an asset so long as he closes cases. To the point where he wasn’t punished for drunkenly beating Burke unconscious and then injuring his knee so badly that he can’t walk anymore just because this allowed them to close the “unsolvable case” of Leslie and Burke. 41 and the RCM as an institution don’t care about Harry’s or anyone else’s wellbeing, they care about whether the pros of having him around outweigh the cons.

From the lazareth call with Gottlieb:

YOU — "Isn't there *anything* you can do for me?"

NIX GOTTLIEB — "What, you want me to do blood work for you again, tell you just how bad things really are *across the board*? You want another rundown of everything collapsing inside your body?"

YOU — "Yes. I want the truth!"

NIX GOTTLIEB — "You want the real, honest-to-god truth? Stop drinking, eat magnesium and vitamin D. Our station is not a retirement home. We don't have the funds to deal with *rock stars* past their prime."

RHETORIC — So it's political! You're being *neglected* because of political reasons...

NIX GOTTLIEB — "And no, I *don't* want to hear a *political commentary* on the topic. In fact -- I've got work to do."

If I were to quote every time Gottlieb was notably uncaring or said something blasé about how you probably didn’t have long to live, I’d have to quote pretty much every word of that dialogue. That’s the whole joke with Gottlieb. That’s just how it is dealing with doctors when you’re in Harry’s position.

From talking to Kim about Uuno:

KIM KITSURAGI — "We could take him to Remedie or Saint Batiste, but he doesn't have money for medical services. The Almshouse would turn him down..."

KIM KITSURAGI — "They don't do charity for people who're trying to kill themselves. Besides, he'll be dead in a few..." The lieutenant stops, listening to him.

RHETORIC — ... years? Months? Weeks?

“They don’t do charity work for people who’re trying to kill themselves” really sums up the absurdity of Harry’s situation and institutional responses to it. Harry isn’t seen as the kind of person in crisis who deserves intervention. He’s treated as a lost cause who deserves to suffer the consequences of his self harm, even though the unending crisis and the lack of response to it is what drives him to harm himself and hope that he “gets worse.” If he weren’t a cop, it’s unlikely that Kim would care about him any more than he cares about Uuno and Cuno’s situation. Harry’s job is killing him, but it’s also the only thing that gives him access to anything resembling a community or support network (at least at the start of the game). Again, that’s just the way it goes when you’re disabled.

From the second tribunal:

TRANT HEIDELSTAM — "Well -- here is my theory: What if this is an absolutely normal reaction to the world we're living in? What if this is *not* a significant anomaly at all, something to be explained, approached as a defect? Look at the sensory input here..." He gestures toward the scenery.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM — "Look at the ruins, the neon, listen to the radio, the multitudes. The people. Live here for forty years... As a police detective, he's like a magnetic reader on the world-tape -- to borrow a known metaphor. Harry's been pushed *flat against it*. Total input."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM — "Hard-wired to the free market..." He nods confidently. "He just needed for it to end."

JEAN VICQUEMARE — "Okay, Trant, thank you. That's... absolutely meaningless. I'm glad we brought you. Will he or will he not be able to work in the Major Crimes Unit? Is he a cretin now? I want to know *that*."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM — "He is *not* a cretin. And he *is* able to do work -- if not in his previous leadership role, then as a line detective."

YOU — "Line detective is good for now."

JEAN VICQUEMARE — "For *now*?" He looks at you, then at Trant. "I misphrased my question. It should have been: Is he able to put his clothes on, and use the potty, or do we need to get him on a disability pension?"

Or, alternatively:

YOU — "He's wrong. I'm too far gone for work."

JEAN VICQUEMARE — "Agreed, Harry." He nods. "Just don't expect us to get you a disability pension. Cops who actually gave a shit are waiting in line. You're not gonna hog their seat."

Trant, who, notably, is technically a civilian consultant rather than a cop, (edit: and maybe even more notably, as someone pointed out in the tags, has had experience with addiction, too) suggests to Jean that Harry’s breakdown is a basically inevitable result of his circumstances and the systems that created them, and Jean’s response is that he doesn’t care and all that he wants to know is whether or not Harry can work or if he’s going to be “hogging” resources from other people who are more deserving of help because they “actually gave a shit.” He’s a mouthpiece here for the institutions that he represents and his ableism is blatant and heinous to drive the point home. He denies that Harry’s case is as serious as it is and accuses Harry of faking it, despite the fact that it’s happened (at least) twice before, and very recently:

JEAN VICQUEMARE — "I believe you *drank*. People do that -- you especially. What they don't do is forget their *whole life* because of drinking."

JUDIT MINOT — "But, Detective Vicquemare," she interjects. "He *has* blanked out before."

YOU — "I have?"

JUDIT MINOT — "Yes, a couple of times. After some of the more... serious benders." She pauses, remembering. "One was after the Two Drunks case, the other when we looked into that mural."

REACTION SPEED — The two cases... in your ledger. The Unsolvable Case and the Next World Mural. Those were recent.

And despite the fact that even Gottlieb doesn’t seem shocked about it:

YOU — "I've lost my memory. All of it."

NIX GOTTLIEB — "With all the damage you've been dealing yourself with drugs and alcohol, I'm not surprised."

AUTHORITY — There is no surprise in his voice. Only careless superiority.

DRAMA — It's hard to say if he doesn't believe you -- or doesn't care.

(Considering that Gottlieb’s PSY stat is so high (he’s even eating one of the PSY boosting candies during the call), along with his uncaring responses to all your other problems, it’s more likely the latter.)

Jean also won’t believe that you’re sober even if you haven’t touched so much as a cigarette for your entire playthrough, and even when Judit points out that he’s wrong, he’ll double down and say that it doesn’t matter because you’re going to relapse:

JEAN VICQUEMARE — "Even the insect -- I don't care. But you're an *alcoholic*. And you've been drinking -- again. I won't let my life unravel because of this."

JUDIT MINOT — "Jean -- I think he hasn't. I can see it on his face..."

ENDURANCE — The bloating *has* gone down since you woke up that morning...

JEAN VICQUEMARE — "Okay, so he's stayed clear for what? A week?" He sighs.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM — "It's tough. One of the toughest addictions to overcome. Comparable *only* to heavy synthetic opiates. Even morphine is easier to kick than alcohol -- statistically. The odds are against him. Especially at his age."

JEAN VICQUEMARE — He nods. "He's too old. He's been like this for too long. I've seen him try many times. It's a farce by now."

SUGGESTION — They're leaving. They're all turning away from you.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — No. You can figure it out. *Replace* it! Replace the alcohol with amphetamine. Or GBL! Fuck it -- morphine! Graffito removal agent! Anything. It'll buy you time. All you need is time.

Electrochemistry brings up yet another facet of Harry’s struggles with substances, which is the idea that some of them may be replacements for alcohol. He doesn’t have time or space to try to quit in any way that is remotely healthy. What he has are substances like speed that keep him from collapsing from the strain of it all so that he can keep showing up to work, and other substances that might (he hopes) help him wean himself off the alcohol.

The game explores all of these different factors of Harry’s struggles with addiction and the circumstances that keep him trapped in them exhaustively (and the fact that Robert Kurvitz apparently was recovering from alcoholism during the development probably contributed a lot to that). The structure and culture of the RCM are hugely responsible for Harry’s situation. He’s mocked and berated for being an alcoholic and told repeatedly to get his shit together without actually providing him with the means to do that. Instead, he’s not only enabled but practically forced to keep using just so that he can show up to work at all and not risk losing the only support network he has (even if it’s the shittiest and most unhelpful network imaginable). As Luiga (iirc) said, Harry’s biggest tragedy is that he’s incapable of quitting the force. Many of the reasons for that are genuinely just due to Harry being a class traitor and an asshole, but it’s also true that even if he did want to quit, there is no safety net to catch him.

And then Harry comes to Martinaise, a town that has been “orphaned” by the RCM and neglected by Revachol at large, left mostly to their own devices. It’s not like policing doesn’t still exist in Martinaise, and things are pretty dire for everyone in the community, but at the very least you can see that it is a community. Isobel houses you for free. In Kim’s absence (and after Gottlieb stitches and ditches you), Cuno and Garte take care of you when you’re shot. Acele responds to your breakdown on the ice by saying it’s okay to cry and that you can talk with her about it when you’re ready. Idiot Doom Spiral and co run to your aid when they see you drive your car into the sea and invite you to come drink with them just to stop you from doing it again. Harry discovers that life, while very painful and bleak at times, isn’t necessarily hopeless for the marginalized. You can still find solidarity and support outside of the system.

Meanwhile, if Harry in the end has no one to vouch for him and hasn’t stayed sober, that system will abandon him, a well-known suicide risk with at least one bullet hole in him and severe amnesia, with the promise of nothing but getting served a station call slip. The point is not whether or not Harry “deserves” to be forgiven or even whether he’s a danger to himself and others (to be clear, he is). The point is that this is a system that doesn’t care whether Harry and people like him live or die. That is why, even in a “good” ending where Harry is welcomed back to the 41st, the work won’t be sustainable. It’s going to kill him because that’s what it’s designed to do. The miracle of Martinaise was the realization that he doesn’t have to die. There are people who will help to keep him on this earth. They’re just not members of the fucking RCM.

It’s not a “gotcha” to say that if Jean (and the RCM, and the institutions of Revachol on the whole) is ableist for wanting Harry fired, then saying that cop work is unsustainable for Harry is also ableist. I won’t even say what I personally think of that logic because I’m trying to keep the tone of this post polite. Jean’s dialogue during the tribunal is meant to parrot every bit of ableist rhetoric that the system is built on and that keeps Harry trapped in this hellish feedback loop. He’s a mouthpiece for the general culture of the RCM, just like Gottlieb is a mouthpiece for the shit that addicts and the disabled have to deal with from the medical system. He thinks Harry should be fired because he’s a drunk and therefor a lost cause. The truth is that Harry needs to quit this job because it shouldn’t exist and because it is actively killing him.

In one of Martin Luiga’s articles about the process of creating the game, he brings up the concept of social murder, which is a term coined by Engels:

When one individual inflicts bodily injury upon another such that death results, we call the deed manslaughter; when the assailant knew in advance that the injury would be fatal, we call his deed murder. But when society places hundreds of proletarians in such a position that they inevitably meet a too early and an unnatural death, one which is quite as much a death by violence as that by the sword or bullet; when it deprives thousands of the necessaries of life, places them under conditions in which they cannot live – forces them, through the strong arm of the law, to remain in such conditions until that death ensues which is the inevitable consequence – knows that these thousands of victims must perish, and yet permits these conditions to remain, its deed is murder just as surely as the deed of the single individual; disguised, malicious murder, murder against which none can defend himself, which does not seem what it is, because no man sees the murderer, because the death of the victim seems a natural one, since the offence is more one of omission than of commission. But murder it remains.

None of this is subtext. And all of it is intended to make players actually spare a thought for what it’s like for people in Harry’s situation in real life. For God’s sake, please engage with it. You have to try and understand what it means to be trapped in a life that is made unlivable and to know that your death will be ungrievable. That’s what this whole game is about.

Edit: I’ve seen some ppl say in the tags something like “yeah, I like to imagine a happy ending for Harry, but…” and listen. I am laying a very gentle hand on your shoulders. The point of this post was never to say that there’s no happy ending for Harry. The point is that the first step toward that ending is conceptualizing a life outside of the RCM. In Martinaise, he got a glimpse of what that might look like. Hell, in the bad ending, you can even say to Jean, “fine then. I’ll just live here.” There’s hope for him and for us. I promise.

#meg talks #disco elysium #i have been seething over this all day. sorry.#i’ll be nice and won’t tag any characters mentioned here

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zipper-ghost · 30 days

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From chapter 2 and 3 of my fic where Kim and Harry go to a gay club for a case

You can read the uploaded chapters so far here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55229812/chapters/140088478

First part of chapter 3 is under the cut. Waiting for my friend to finish beta reading it for consistency and general unhingedness before I post it.

The smoking section is a small square patio with exposed brick walls on all sides, a couple of chairs, and a trellis with a brown drying vine. A string of fairy lights drapes the walls and provides the barest illumination. Kim is relieved to find it empty. He can still feel the bass of the music inside through the walls. Lighting his cigarette he leans against the exposed brick wall and inhales a lung full of smoke.

He reaches for his notebook which isn’t in his jacket.

Tonight is more stressful than Kim expected it to be. It’s been nearly a decade since the last time he’d been at a gay club and he’s no longer used to the atmosphere. He can’t believe he used to find the loud music and crowds fun.

Harry is having fun, at the very least. As Kim expected, he is very popular.

“I can’t believe him,” Kim mutters. It annoys him, more than he likes to admit, how pleased Harry is at getting attention from those two young boys. They are twenty-five at most.

Kim exhaled the smoke through his nose, the scent of chestnut engulfing him. He glanced down at his hands, for once without driving gloves. The skin is tight against sinew and bone, with blue veins visible underneath. He isn’t young anymore. He isn’t spritely, wide-eyed, enthusiastic, adventurous, or full of wonder. Kim isn’t sure he has never not been jaded. But now he gets pain in his back and neck randomly and he can’t sleep as easily as he once could, he can’t drink as much without getting terribly hungover.

Kim shouldn’t be surprised that Harry is enamored with them. He always had a thing for young, pretty, whimsical things- people unlike Kim.

Kim takes a deep drag of hot air and then watches his cigarette balanced between his fingers thoughtfully. His body relaxes, and the jittery feeling in his hands eases. A part of his dreads going back inside and seeing Harry dancing with Lucas.

That boy has no shame, rubbing himself against Harry and mewling like a kitten. Kim could never-

Kim shakes his head. He’d never want to act like that, crawling all over Harry and shamelessly flirting with him for all the world to see.

Of Harry’s many flaws, the one that bothers Kim the most is how clouded his judgment becomes under the fugue of sexual attraction. It was bad when Klaasje used Harry’s obvious attraction to her to manipulate him but somehow this felt worse.

It’s different when it’s a woman, Kim can’t compete with that. If Harry can love a man why not him?

Kim groans, he wants to slap himself. It’s not a competition, he isn’t competing for Harry’s attention.

Again he reaches for his notebook. He wants to get this jumble of thoughts out of his head. He wants to write everything down and burn the pieces.

He knows he shouldn’t like Harry like that, he shouldn’t want Harry. Harry doesn’t see him like that.

They are coworkers, partners, and friends. They’ve saved each other, again and again. Kim shouldn’t want anything else, anything more. It would make work complicated.

One cigarette might not be enough today.

Kim tilts his head up and looks at the sky. The city lights drown out all but the brightest stars.

It’s hard not to find Harry loveable. For all of Harry’s tragedy and dysfunction, when he says something deeply insightful and intelligent he leaves Kim in awe. When Harry’s eyes are full of joy as he exposits about some newly acquired niche fact, when he glances at Kim for approval and reassurance, and when he looks so pleased to make Kim laugh, when he looks at Kim like he hung the stars in the sky, Kim feels his resolution crumble.

Sometimes Kim catches a heated look in Harry’s eyes, a predatory hunger that borders on longing, Kim wonders if–hopes maybe Harry too desires him.

But Kim can’t be certain. He can’t trust his eyes, or his judgement clouded by desire. He can’t ever risk being wrong about this.

If tonight was any lonely sleepless Saturday night, Kim would be in the safety of his bed spinning inane fantasies, where Harry, unable to contain his desire pushes Kim against a wall, or on the hood of his kineema and kisses him. Harry’s kisses are terrible at first; wild and messy.

He’d tear off Kim’s orange pilot’s jacket and push his hand under Kim’s white t-shirt. Kim takes off whatever mismatched outfit Harry is wearing, ripping seams and buttons in the process. Harry growls Kim’s name in his low gravelly voice and leaves bite marks and bruises on his wake as he trails kisses down Kim’s body. Kim knots his fingers in Harry’s hair as Harry takes him into his mouth. He'll lick the tip and stroke the rest with his hand too intimidated to take Kim down his throat.

Kim will guide him and praise him and Harry will do his best to please Kim.

Kim sighs out a lung full of smoke, again grateful to be alone.

Then, as if his thoughts manifested it, Harry burst out through the doors.

Unconsciously, Kim licks his lips when he sees Harry, the wisps of his fantasies still lingering in his mind.

“Kim, he’s here!”

“Who?” Kim takes another drag from his cigarette, barely paying attention to Harry’s words. He watches Harry’s lips, the way his throat bobs as he swallows. Kim wants to reach out and touch his face, feel the roughness of his beard between his fingers, making out the crooked shape of his jaw beneath. Harry is more handsome each time Kim sees him. Kim wills himself to look away.

“Who else!” Harry whispers-shouts at him. “The suspect. Red hair and a tattoo on his arm, exactly like the witness said.”

The suspect, of course. Kim half hoped he wouldn't appear tonight but it is good. They are here for a case, not to flirt and fantasies.

“Alright,” Kim says. His dark jeans are tight and unforgiving, constricting his half hard cock. He straightens his posture in hope of some relief without making Harry suspicious. “What do you suggest we do?”

“We should go talk to him.”

Kim taps his cigarette to shake off the ash.

“That’ll be risky, we might scare him off. We should just watch him for now.”

“But he is here! Now!”

“We can’t be 100% certain it is him. The witness didn’t give his name, just a vague description. We need to confirm he knows the victim and was with him last night.”

“We can do that by asking him,” says Harry.

Kim narrows his eyes. “No, not you. I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“Your interrogation techniques are effective but we can’t let him know we are interrogating him. I’ll talk to him, you’ll scare him off.” Kim admires Harry’s wild, throw anything against the wall until something sticks method but it has a high chance of scaring people or pissing them off. Neither option they can risk tonight. They need the name of the suspect at the very least, ideally confirmation that he knew the victim and met him last night.

“I wouldn’t,” Harry insists, furrowing his brow.

“Yes, you would,” Kim says firmly. “I’ll go now, wait a few minutes before coming out.”

God, Kim wants to kiss him. He wonders if Harry would be shocked or pleased. If Kim slips in his tongue would Harry suck on it?

Kim walks up to Harry and places his half-smoked cigarette between his lips.

Harry’s eyes widen as he searches Kim’s face, bewildered, trying to figure out what he's thinking. But he accepts the cigarette in place of Kim’s tongue, taking a deep inhale of the cigarette.

“Finish this for me alright?” Kim says.

Harry nods dumbly. Kim itches to kiss Harry now, to breathe in the smoke from Harry’s lungs. Harry staggers back and leans on the brick wall for support.

Kim goes back into the club before he does something he shouldn’t.

Close up on their faces incase Tumblr chews up the quality again 😭

#disco elysium #digital art #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #de #kimharry #harrier du bois #de fanfic

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 3 months

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"We should hit one of those flaming tubes sometime."

KIM KITSURAGI - "How about we 'hit' the crime we came here for instead. And by 'hit' I mean 'solve' it. Solve it *hard*."

"Besides, those days are long behind me."

2. "You know I have to take this to Internal Affairs, don't you, lieutenant?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Of course. Here's my gun and my badge." His hands reach out empty. "They'll put me in the chaise for this, but it feels good to have it off my chest."

"You're serious right now?"

"Very funny, lieutenant."

"Let's move on. This has been enough of a detour."

"You brought this on yourself."

KIM KITSURAGI - "All I ask is the chance to close this final case so I can go to the chaise with a clean conscience." His voice is filled with mock pathos. "Let's hurry, I'm living on borrowed time."

Ok, let's cut directly to the chase.

TITUS HARDIE - "It's you again..." He acknowledges you gruffly. "What is it?"

4. "Klaasje says she wasn't raped."

TITUS HARDIE - "Fuck!" The big man's eyes and veins bulge. "I knew that fucking whore couldn't be trusted!"

Task complete: Speak to the assault victim

+10 XP

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - You've hit a nerve. Titus is furious -- no, more than that -- the loyal Titus feels *betrayed*.

ELIZABETH - "For the record..." she steps in, forcefully. "Titus Hardie did not explicitly specify the *victim* as a whore. Nor did he say anything about trusting her."

TITUS HARDIE - "Oh, shut up and stay out of this, Liz!" He turns back to you. "He raped her. He was out of his fucking mind. You have no idea!"

ALAIN - "She's just in denial, asshole. You don't understand the *traumatic experience*. She's shutting down. And she doesn't fucking trust you."

SHANKY - "Yes, she's crazy, you know," the rat-faced man says carefully. "A crazy-bitch -- you know the type. She's fucked up."

"Crazy? What are you talking about? She was very lucid."

"I did think that, yes -- that she's a *little* crazy…"

"Cut the bullshit. She told me the truth."

KIM KITSURAGI - "She wasn't raped." The lieutenant's voice is beginning to betray his agitation. "The witness' statements were very clear."

TITUS HARDIE - "Lawman..." he says through clenched teeth. "... I am at the end of my *goddamn* rope with you. I fucking told you not to push her!"

"And you went and pushed her." Something breaks in him. He takes a step closer and says: "I am going to… fucking…"

ELIZABETH - "TITUS HARDIE!" Her voice rings through the room like a warning shot.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Success. Titus backs off. Fists down, everybody.

ELIZABETH - "Evrart *personally* sent me to take care of this. If this goes south we'll all be in the shit -- but you, Titus Hardie, are going to be buried. Am I understood?"

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The rest of the cafeteria has gone quiet too.

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - Someone has to rush in to break the tension. The second in command.

ALAIN - "Look, copper." The tattooed man snaps his fingers to get your attention. "We know the dead fuck was a rapist and a killer. We got him confessing to it on tape."

"Show it to him, T." He turns to Titus, who's still breathing heavily. "What's the harm, right?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Here, jerkwad!" He slams an audiotape on the table. "Listen to this shit, and then come back and tell me the *Soldier of the Apocalypse* was an innocent man."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This is their last play -- this tape. Their story is in tatters, a mess. It might be nice to listen to -- but at this point, you don't need to.

"Why should I care about the tape? You lied to me."

"So what's on this tape?"

"Where did you get this tape?"

"Where can I listen to this?"

"That's enough for now. I'll get back to the investigation." (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "You don't care about *evidence*?" His eye twitches. "The fuck are you a cop for then?"

ALAIN - "Pigs, T -- they don't care about getting the truth, they care about getting convictions. They're fucking keeping score on their bulletin boards."

TITUS HARDIE - "I won't be on your bulletin board. If you don't listen to the tape we got *nothing* to talk about."

2. "So what's on this tape?"

TITUS HARDIE - "What's on it? We call it the Doorgunner Megamix. You'll know why, once you listen to it."

3. "Where did you get this tape?"

TITUS HARDIE - "You think we go into this shit deaf and dumb? You RCM aren't the only ones who know how to bug people -- there's no university degree for that."

"So you've bugged them? How?"

TITUS HARDIE - "We have machines." He nods. "We're in logistics -- how do you think a harbour works? It's advanced stuff."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Understood -- you've listened in on their communications." He takes a little note. "How long?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Since way before their chief started taking swing lessons."

SHANKY - "Things got nice and quiet after that."

"Which one of you is doing this advanced radio work then?"

"I think I get the picture."

FAT ANGUS - "It's not advanced," the heavy man wheezes. "You're just holed up in a coop all day, writing down what they say. It gets hot as hell in there."

TITUS HARDIE - "Don't put yourself down, Angus. It's important work." The chief picks his beer back up -- to offer a silent toast.

EUGENE - "Yeah, man, you're like a radio genius or something. Those notes are some in depth stuff. Indexes and shit."

4. "Where can I listen to this?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm sure we can find a tape player," the lieutenant whispers.

SHANKY - "'Where can I listen to this?'" he mocks you. "Why don't you try shoving it up your ass, genius?!"

GLEN - "Yeah, play it with your ass, COCKSUCKER!" His voice echoes like thunder in the small room.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm sure we can find a tape player. It's not a problem," he repeats calmly in a hushed voice.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - Your room had one, or maybe it's too broken...

5. "That's enough for now. I'll get back to the investigation." (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "Don't forget your tape, lawman." He pushes the little tape toward you with his giant hand. "Compliments of Titus Hardie."

(Take the tape.) "Fine. I'll listen to it."

(Leave the tape.) "No thanks, Titus. I can get this wrapped up better without it."

Item gained: "Doorgunner Megamix"

New task: Doorgunner Megamix

TITUS HARDIE - "You do that," he says, adjusting his belt buckle. "Oh, and keep it -- maybe you'll need a reminder of human ugliness some day."

4. "I'm going to take off now." [Leave.]

TAPE "DOORGUNNER MEGAMIX"

A magnetic tape acquired from Titus Hardie. It supposedly holds a recording of the mercenary task force radio communications recorded via a de-encryption station. Not a good omen. Requires a boombox to play.

>INTERACT

THE GREAT DOORGUNNER MEGAMIX - You stare at the Great Doorgunner Megamix. If only you had a boombox, you would be able to play Titus' tape.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - The tape feels ominous... Upon it, the dead speak. Respect the tape!

Well, let's check that tape deck in our room, then.

Kim tries not to look at your broken down bathroom door.

STEREO 8 PLAYER - The compact tape player is still and silent. Seems it has completely broken down now.

KIM KITSURAGI - "This would have been *very* helpful with the 'Megamix'." He stares at the tape player. "But it isn't anymore."

"Yeah… any ideas?"

"It's not *my* fault."

KIM KITSURAGI - "My Kineema only comes with a radio," he ponders. "Let's try to find a new tape player. Perhaps we should talk to Roy at the pawnshop -- he has stuff."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #titus hardie #elizabeth beaufort #hardie boys

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queen-beefcake-sqx · 1 year

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you know I'm thinking a lot about non-linear narratives and storytelling and the legacy of RPG games and RPG systems. And I'm really emotional right now about my ability to play a game where some choices are just taken out of my hands and that's okay. it's okay to fuck something up and it's okay to not do something the way I meant to and it's okay to have side quests I'm never going to finish because the numbers were against me. And some people think that's cheating on the game's side, or lying about player agency, or unfair, or not fun. Which is fine, sure, some people want as much control as they possibly can in their hands. They want a narrative where their actions are the sole arbiter of the narrative -- if you just make all the Right Choices, you can always get the result you want. You can have a perfect idealized world for this character's specific legacy. I used to live in that fantasy growing up. I drowned myself in it. I spent hours on Dragon Age: Origins carefully planning out each of the major decisions for my characters so I could get the ending I wanted. I looked up guides for how to get "true endings" on games. I'd spend hours doing side quests to make sure nothing was left unfinished going into the ending so I could get the best possible outcome. but I'm really emotional about the fact that while you can min-max in Disco Elysium... you can't fight the dice. What you get is what you get, and sometimes what you get is a critical failure to take a photo of a really rare bug despite doing everything in your power to have outstanding stats to approach it. Sometimes it's leaving behind a Physical Instrument check to lift some barbells because you already started with low FYS and you've maxed out your attempts. Sometimes it's having to ask a gigantic racist to rip a body out of a tree because you're a terrible shot and have exhausted all other options. And you can save scum, sure, but god knows do you want to commit that time? And the preparation? How would it feel to watch that failure over and over again? Is that more fun than just running with whatever fucking happens and telling yourself you'll do better next time? And aren't there so many fun surprises that happen too when you just stop trying to overprepare for everything? I failed to use the chain cutters on some doors and Kim helped me. I passed a red Composure check to Not Freak Out About My Missing Gun that I really did not have the stats for and cheered loudly. I failed my Volition check twice with Klaasje before passing it and finally getting some clarity that maybe I was getting duped.

I think what really makes me happy playing Disco Elysium is that it's truly, to me, the perfect roleplaying game. You have a lot of stats and clothes but there's only so much you can do to optimize. In the end it isn't about getting the "perfect run-through", because without a lot of external intervention, there's no good way to guarantee that everything you want to happen WILL happen the way you want it to. It's about embodying a character. It's about deciding what kind of person you want Harry to be and trying to be that person in every situation, regardless of what happens. The game mechanics force us to fully embrace the message of striving to do the best with what you have with you. The infernal engine rages onward. Whatever you do, whatever happens, whatever things spiral out of your control -- do. not. stop. going.

#i needed this i needed this god today was so horrible and I'm just #crying over this dumb game and how much I needed something like it in my life right now #disco elysium #say more sadie #thank you to the people on my dash who kept reblogging these little meow meows and convinced me to try this game #I cannot tell you how well timed it was

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transvicquemare · 1 year

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walks in here talk to me about system harry <- system who believes so strongly in system harry

anon we r shaking hands 🤝🤝 system harry makes me have so many feelings he reminds me of how my system works so much.. (aka i am sitting here as the host while the peanut gallery in my mind has a Lot of commentary sdfds)

i dont tend to use system roles for myself but like a LOT of his parts function as protectors (or ‘persecutors’ i guess but i feel like most persecutors are misled protectors YAKNOW), they usually try to protect him in pretty maladaptive ways but they are TRYING .. like electrochemistry trying to ‘help’ harry cope by using substances and sex. half light reads like a trauma holding protector, constantly in fight or flight, desperately trying to protect in his twisted way as well. volition is also pretty clearly reads as a protector, who is often pretty important to keeping the whole system in check (usually.. sometimes they overdo it)

AND LIKE yeah a lot of the parts kind of act as fragments who are mostly fufill one kind of job, like hand eye coordination comes to mind. BUT some of the parts to me read as like deeply complex ppl. like physical instrument is often called coach like he has a name and everything!!!! to me he reads as like a bit of a memory holder of harrys time as a gym teacher.

and ANOTHER note on the complexity is the actual interactions the parts have with each other (the compromised scene around klaasje, and the ‘mr evrart is helping me find my gun’ thing come to mind) they talk and kinda bully each other. suggestion calls volition ‘crownhead’, they can see each other in the headspace mayhap....

I DUNNO I DUNNO i could make a whole post talking abt every skill and their role within the system honestly its so interesting to me!! but man the way the system actually presents itself is relatable to me bc like Yeah there is differentiated parts but it is just more convenient to just act like one being, like we dont like to make it clear to other ppl who is talking or acting. i love systems who are very clear about that stuff!! i just dont see a lot of fictional systems who just prefer to act as like one person still, like me! and are really only open abt different parts and their names to a few people.

i think harry does open up to kim about whos who eventually and while plurality is Not well understood in elysium, kim tries his best to keep up. he takes notes :D he learns to recognize when some parts r speaking !! some of them are easier for him to recognize than others.. the system can relax around kim which probably makes it a bit easier to tell them apart bc they arent actively hiding anything .. auagah i need to keep writing my system harry fic..

ANYWAYS yea sorry that was all over the place im sick and procrastinating my coursework LOL thank u anon for giving me an excuse to start info dumping abt system harry

#IDK HOW MUCH SENSE THIS MAKES i have a cold still #if only i could write this many works abt my work that is due today #disco elysium #i think this is the first actual post ive rlly made publicly talking abt my plurality sfsdkf

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brainrotdotorg · 1 year

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For the "choose violence ask game" 7, 12, 17, 18, 20, and 22 please <3

7. What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

There are no characters that i really hate all that much? They all get some sort of appreciation from me. I guess i never really vibed with klaasje a hundred percent but that��s not really because of the fandom response to her. Literally can’t even answer this one

12. Unpopular character you actually like and why people should like them

To be honest, maybe it’s just the circles I run in are “niche characters lovers” but i don’t think any characters really go that unloved. Is it too obvious for me to say piss and fuck? Listen to me. What if the student communists were even bigger losers. Imagine two middle class idiot fucks who hand painted their own jackets in order to attempt slumming it with the poor and joining a vicious gang. They’re starry-eyed idealists who use philosophy to justify their bad choices. One of them has a crush and when you bring her up he tells you to “give her our regards” if you see her. They call each other PISS and FUCK and those are their NAMES!!!!!!!

17. There should be more of this type of fic/art

Characters who have no business being in the same room together interacting. Give me the NICHE shit. I want to see rare pairs that are past my realm of understanding and i need all of them to have at least three fics in their tag . If I want to see idiot doom spiral and the smoker hanging out together I have the right to see that. Or Lillienne and Titus. Why are they talking . Who even knows. You people needs to learn how to get sillier with it and so do i!!!!!

18. It is absolutely criminal the fandom has been sleeping on…

THE POTENTIAL FOR ANNETTE/CUNO AND CUNOESSE FRIENDSHIP HAVE YOU CONSIDERED IT. HAVE YOU CONSIDERED IT. WHAT IF THEY FOUND FRIENDSHIP IN THIS CRUEL WORLD AND ANNETTE GAVE THEM WARMTH AND THEY GAVE HER REBELLION. WHAT IF

20. Part of canon you found tedious or boring

Ehhh I’ll be honest a good chunk of the world lore kind of goes in through on ear and out the other. It is clearly very well crafted and I’m super impressed by it!! But anything that feels analogous to the real world I feel like I’m not fully smart enough to grasp. Have a tough time retaining it sometimes

22. Your favorite part of canon everyone else ignores

Gripping everyone’s shoulders. WHY do we forget that one of garte’s cafeterias is a communist den and he doesn’t like it. That’s so fucking good are you kidding. Also the fact that Lizzy canonically likes aniodic dance music. Someone take her to the club POSTEHASTE!!!!!

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boreal-sea · 2 years

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Disco Elysium spoilers below - about 30 hours in. BIG stuff happened. As always, don't give me spoilers, don't tell me how else it could've gone, don't talk about stuff I haven't done yet, etc.

As a general rule, I don't redo-checks, I don't go back to previous save states, and I take what I get. If I fail something, I keep that fail.

Ok. Uh. That was a series of really terrible events all in a row. I didn't die during any of it, and thank god Kim didn't die, but a lot of other people did.

For reference: I was far enough into the game that I was hunting down Ruby.

First, Ruby shot herself, I couldn't stop her. Then we got back to town, and I decided, against my brain's judgements, not to pull out the gun, or throw on armor or anything like that... Don't know if it would've made a difference, but I hope it did. Walking into the middle of a gun fight empty handed is... well, it's something, right?

I... well, I missed, that's the thing. I had a pretty even chance at the shot and I fucking missed - and then a lot of people got shot, including me, twice. I was scared though, almost died.

Thank god Kim trusts me though. He really trusts me. That felt good. Nice shot, man.

So, yeah. Terrible, terrible. Klaasje is missing, Titus and Elizabeth and many others are dead, which is terrible. But I didn't die, and Kim didn't die so... there's that.

Don't like that there's radio silence now, that seems bad. No one came to see me, jerks.

So now... it's time to slowly walk out to the fishing village and see if I can borrow a boat to get to the island. Thanks for that I guess, Klaasje.

#disco elysium #disco elysium spoilers

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o-wyrmlight · 1 year

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For the fandom thing, how about Disco Elysium?

Admittedly I haven't really played much in like 2 months due to Other Things so I still haven't passed the third or fourth day but...

Blorbo: Harrier "Harry" DuBois has so much potential for development and his internal dialogue is incredibly Interesting.

Skrungly: Kim Kitsuragi is shaped like a friend and you cannot tell me otherwise. I'd want to make him proud if he existed in real life, personally.

Scrimblo Bimblo: Morell The Cryptozoologist and his wife. I love how passionate Morell is and how his wife genuinely cares about if he's okay after the bridge went down. Thanks for that Harry

Glup Shitto: Klaasje Amandou and Lawrence Garte (I have two. I make the rules I am Allowed). Garte is just so tired and Klaasje is a trooper for putting up with all of that bullshit, poor lady. I want Garte and that lady he was interested in to get the chance to date. Give this guy a break.

Poor Little Meow Meow: Cuno, the Little Shit. He's just a kid, man. Someone please help him. Please.

Horse Plinko: Measurehead. I don't understand you, Measurehead. How are you a reverse racist. Where the hell did you get your ideas. Why am I allowed to subscribe to your theories. You know what, I don't care. You're massive, stacked and your ideas are frankly frightening. Stay 50 feet away from me at all times. Down the Plinko you go.

Eeby Deeby: Cunoesse and Evart Claire. Cunoesse better leave Cuno alone or else I swear she will catch these hands, and Evart... he seems like a scheming, lying piece of shit. Having me sit in a chair that takes away a whole health point and can kill someone if they aren't careful. No I will not take your money. Give me my fucking gun and my badge. You are interfering with police investigation. I hate you

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mood2you · 1 year

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Ability to tell Kim what you're plan is for the next hour, excited about having been so thorough to have planned and wanting Kim to know whether to follow or walk side-by-side

Kim as a real character : Evrart would not let your gun be floating around. He is teasing and lying to us. Ask Klaasje about the murder.

Klaasje : I'm sorry I'm just still to broken up about it. You didn't fulfill my secret prerequizit.

Kim : IDK talk to Titus again. I just think it's stupid to get signatures for Evrart. That has nothing to do with the murder. Look at me. You can't save everyone.

DOOMED COMMERCIAL PROJECT: Don't listen to him. Talk to Doom Spiral and get some freaking spirits.

Kim as an NPC : These are your consequences. I'm sorry, but you can do good NOW, by solving this case. It can't hold steady forever and you know that. Evrart is a waste of time. I'm telling you. The church is fucking stupid. Stop trying to impress these brats. Impress me, okay? Impressing fucking what's-his-name, you're partner. Your partner came here. You have a partner already but you're partnered with me (sound byte cuts off) (because he knows he is being unfair to be angry that you have a partner) (when he probably has a new partner already) (because the machine keeps turning) (good cops) (into bad cops) (guys that just want one fucking break) (into guys that damn people personally to hells)

I didn't know it was nothing more than a bunch of X's between someone's hands, and we look and look and look and no damn cat, and no damn craddle.

Look here! Look at me! The ends! The ends! Do you really think that there was only one Wild Pines? That this just stopped a vanished into thin air? No! This was just a really unfortunate beginning. But no one will take responsiblity for it! So we're here! I know what I am. I see it in your face. I weighed one thing against another thing! And I made an objective decision! I believe that the life of every single person on this planet could be better, more secure, potentially millions of lives could be saved!

^ Kim if he didn't stop at cop but set his sights a little higher. I'm just one guy, who is very, very good at my job. Look here. Look at me.

#im two drinks in and proofreading this made me cry his partner #i know kim knows who jean is. but i don't freaking know who jean is #jean literally say he's from 41st and his hypotical is about being harry's partner. kim knows.but all judit does is say stop being so mean #my cats are drunk too. from fresh catnip. in their fresh corrugated cardboard scratching thingie. lost in the sauce #I SORRY FOR LOSING #disco elysium #DOES HARRY KNOW i know from the wiki + fandom. i keep saying. this blond wig man is just a charming young man. harry does know #or does he? seems stupid jean is stupid. bahh!

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theqhreator42 · 2 years

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A joke post about sequel Klaasje

in which our plucky ex-spy protagonist takes the fascist route, and terfs so hard that she dies of self-inflicted psychic damage. [tw: transphobia, Disco Elysium spoilers]

This scene takes place in a medium-sized town in Semenine after Klaasje escapes from the Whirling-in-Rags in the tribunal scene. She won’t admit it, but she feels terrible about naming Ruby as the suspect to the RCM—so she needs a way to justify the betrayal to herself.

Oh: Ruby is trans. The perfect excuse. You didn’t betray her, she coerced you, and you’re certain to remind everyone you meet of that fact!

WORKING-CLASS CHILD - A schoolgirl, maybe nine years old, is hanging out by the candy store. She's holding a bag full of taffies and seems to be waiting for something to arrive—likely her mother's purse.

WORKING-CLASS CHILD - "Hello ma’am! My mom says I shouldn’t talk to strangers, but you seem nice." The wind picks up, causing leaves to roll past your feet.

HALF LIGHT - Oh hell, a girl all alone in public. What are you going to do?! There could be transgenders right here, waiting to appropriate her feminine spaces, and she wouldn't even know it!

VOLITION - Quick: you have to save this girl from the irreversible damage that you endured! Warn her!

YOU - "That bitch thought [she] could seduce me, but [she] doesn't respect that lesbians don't like dick!"

WORKING-CLASS CHILD - "I'm very sorry madame, the wind is too loud!" YOU - "It's simple! Lesbians don't like dick."

WORKING-CLASS CHILD - "Thespians? uhhh...."

YOU - "What part don't you understand? Lesbians don't like dick."

YOU - "Lesbians don't like dick." [-1 morale]

YOU - "lesibns don't like duck" [-1 health]

YOU - "lesbans dick like don't" [-1 health]

WORKING-CLASS MOTHER - A portly woman with carefully trimmed curly hair turns the corner holding a purse in her right hand and carrying a small muzzle-loader in her pocket. She looks pleased to see her child for a moment, but the second she lays eyes on you, her face curdles into a scowl.

YOU - "like like lesdickans d" [-1 morale]

WORKING-CLASS CHILD - "Uhhhh.... mom? Can we go home? This lady is scary."

YOU - "leslikeick dickens on't"

WORKING-CLASS MOTHER - "You! What the fuck are you saying to my daughter?" She puts her hand on the muzzle-loader.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - As she unholsters the weapon, your training kicks in. You have to stop her, now!

PAIN THRESHOLD - You’re about to kick the weapon out of the woman’s hand when your head suddenly seems to split open in a burst of pain. You think she must have beaten your reflexes—but her hands haven’t moved at all. You fall to your knees; the pain lessens, but only weakly. Dear Dolores, has Ruby struck you from beyond the grave?

YOU - "dock lesbians don't like" [-1 health]

YOU - "like lesbians dick deck.... hhhhhhrueherehubfgh" [-1 health]

==Health critical! Heal yourself now!==

WORKING-CLASS MOTHER - "Dear gods! Are you alright?!" She holsters the gun and tries to hold up your head to open your airway, as everything goes dark.

death gargle

#disco elysium #klaasje amandou #ruby the instigator #tw transphobia

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baolinagasy · 2 years

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Perception, composure!

Oh, thanks for asking! Always happy to ramble about that game. I'm going to put it under a read more, because I'm looking at it and it's a bit long haha.

perception: what (quote, character, moment) made you feel most Seen?

My God, there are so many... Let's start with moments. Eastern european fans of the game often mention how they never felt like they ever had true representation in media until they played that game. I'm not eastern european at all, but I feel the same. I'm from a third world country and there is something about Martinaise, well Revachol in general, that feels like home. It's the little things, like seeing old men playing pétanque outside (something I literally saw all the time growing up, pétanque is one of our national sports and one of the few where my country has won international competitions lmao), buildings that no one care if you break into, or the fact that nothing really gets cleaned up so people just learn to live in rumbles, or that quiet feeling that you don't really matter. Idk, I guess I just know what it feels like to live in a country that is governed by a foreign power, a country that will never matter much on the international scale. History is being made by important, larger-than-life people and you're not one of them. A soft feeling of nihilism that other people find sad but you are just used to it. That's life! It isn't so bad.

This goes for the characters, too. Almost all of them hits a chord in me. I could write a fucking essay about what Harry means to me. Same goes for Kim (his aloofness, the way he takes care of saying as little as possible about himself, his difficulties to connect with people or with emotional matters, ... aaaaaaaaa). But honestly, even the NPCs are just... god fucking dammit. I know them! I see myself in them, and even if I don't, I see people I know in them! Klaasje reminds me of a girl I deeply care about (but had to ultimately stay away from), the Hardie boys talk and act like the guys I went to high school with, my childhood bestfriend can be bitchy with everyone just like Cindy (she is also an artist practicing in vandalism)... They are all so fucking human! None of them are really good, but none of them are completely bad either. They are humanly imperfect, the rising ape meeting the falling angel.

As for the quote... Again, so many speak to me (I always get chills when I talk with the Deserter, for example). But I will just leave this one, since it is one that made me feel seen, and this is what this ask is about. It's a dialogue Harry can have with Adele about her tape recorder:

"I'm sorry you have to sit here on the ice with the drugs wearing off. At your age -- or at any age -- in this weather... waiting for it to get dark. [...] The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side. (Tap on the tape recorder.) It is not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what's coming for you now." "What is…?" Her shoulders shake a little. "Nothing, if you got this. Don't be scared."

I guess Disco Elysium is my own little tape recorder now :)

composure: would you rather sit on an anthill for an hour or stand in a river of leeches?

Probably the anthill. Most ants are chill, they would just come out from another hole in the ground. Also, I find them cool. I wouldn't mind having them crawl all over my body. Leeches, on the other hand, WILL suck your blood and I hear they are hard to remove. Such an interesting question, but I wonder why it's in a DE ask game haha

#thanks again!#ask game #disco elysium #this game really means a lot to me

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peanuts-envy · 2 years

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I’m looking up all the times your reputation can go up with Kim so you can imagine my mental state (clinical homosexual frenzy) here are some of my faves

Goofing off in front of the body:

Kim Kitsuragi - "Daba-doop-doop-dead," he says without a hint of melody. Not one muscle in his face moves.

If you tell him you want to wrestle a bear (the book you find in Evrart's office mentions it)

If you drop a sweet verse on Tommy

If you say you want to have a funeral for your car

If you go on a date with Lillienne and bring him along (??? ?? ???) She says she won’t date Harry until he’s one year sober but I think it’s because he brought another man to their date maybe???

CALLING KIM COOL IN FROM OF JEAN OMG

KEEPING BOTH HIS PENS HAHAHA:

You - "Kim, do you have a pen?"

Kim Kitsuragi - The lieutenant looks at his blue notebook. *Two* fat, shiny pens hang from the binder, like large calibre bullets on an ammo belt.

Suggestion - It's downright *incriminating*. He has little choice but to give you one, although he really does not want to.

Kim Kitsuragi - He is not really saying anything. Just standing there -- looking at them.

You - "Fine, I'll just use this crappy pencil..."

Kim Kitsuragi - Absolutely motionless at first, then animated slowly, imperceptibly even, the lieutenant begins to browse his notes again. Leaving you to the case files.

Empathy - The threat has passed. He is thankful it has passed, and that he's gotten to keep both pens.

Asking Klassje about The Return:

You - "Miss. What are you waiting for?"

Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer) - "You mean here--in Martinaise?" She takes a drag, slow and long...

You - Nod.

Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer) - "I'm waiting for the miracle to happen. It'll take one to get me out of the mess I'm in."

Kim Kitsuragi - "And what would that miracle be?"

Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer) - "The Return, of course." She smiles.

If you are mechanically inclined (lots n lots of these No Surprise)

Kim Kitsuragi - "Hang on, you're telling me you remember all these little mechanical details, but you have trouble remembering your name?"

You - "I might not know much, but I *do* know I like motor carriages -- must be a subconscious thing."

Kim Kitsuragi - "Strange... but plausible, I guess." He gives you a quick side-glance and turns to go. "I guess you're a bit of a... torque dork too."

Empathy - He seems to like the idea.

If you critically analyze Dick Mullen at the reading group:

You - "... but in the end Mullen is a reflection of a politico-legal institution that's irreconcilably divided between protecting 'the people' and defending the material interests of capital."

Kim Kitsuragi - The lieutenant doesn't speak, but you believe you detect a slight widening of his eyes, as though he never expected such a cogent thought to emerge from your mouth.

Not even sure how to categorize this one except it calls into question the Pissing Competition motives a little bit because......what would you call this??

You - "Hold on, Kim. I did not know this was a competition."

Kim Kitsuragi - "It isn't. Police work is a *cooperative* sport."

Physical Instrument - There is no challenge without competition. There must be an opponent.

Hand/Eye Coordination - This is clearly a sport for him. Something like archery -- or darts?

You - "It's still about getting hits, right? And not missing?"

Kim Kitsuragi - "That's too *pinball* for me. I just like to get autopsies right on the first try." He makes another note. "Where were we?"

Drama - He's lying.

#long post #'I guess you're a bit of a torque dork too' takes me OUT #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #the nodding contest felt too long to add but it's stellar #it ends with an EDC that's like 'you'd die for each other' which always makes me feel Normal #JUST TWO BROS

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 2 months

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🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 8PM

2. "Get a grip Glen. She went to law school."

GLEN - "So fucking what? Lots of models are actually really smart people, fuckwad!"

ELIZABETH - "No, Glen -- they aren't." Her tone is cold and uninvolved.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - This didn't change her opinion of you.

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - It's not her. She's not a Hardie girl. Definitely.

+5 XP

CAFETERIA WINDOW - Again you find yourself looking at that big old window...

3. [Perception (Sight) - Heroic 15] Look out the window.

+1 Inland told you... +1 Mysterious door seen. +1 You've been here for a long time.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Heroic: Success] - There's a yellow ribbon tied to one of the branches -- light yellow, faded with time. A tiny splash of colour in the blackness of the thicket. Hanging from it -- a bronze key.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Someone hid the key in the bush and attached a yellow ribbon to make it easier to find.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Easy: Success] - It's close enough to the latch up there -- one can slide it open and just take it. Surely not a coincidence.

"Someone's hid a key in the bush." (Point at the window.)

TITUS HARDIE- "Huh?" The big guy looks behind him.

"I need your guys to hand the key to me."

"Can you let me slide by so I can grab the thing?"

"Titus, can you hand the key to me please?"

TITUS HARDIE- "I'm not your janitor, cop." He glances at the window. "I don't even know what you're talking about. There's nothing there."

KIM KITSURAGI - "If he says it's there, it's there." The lieutenant takes his glasses off to clean them -- then puts them back on.

2. "Can you let me slide by so I can grab the thing?"

ALAIN - "I don't know about that..." The tattooed man yawns and settles more comfortably on the bench. "I'm comfortable here... don't think any sliding would really help right now."

GLEN - "Sorry, Fucko! Looks like you're gonna have to go bush-diving. Good fucking luck with that -- the hawthorn's got a bitch of a bite!"

SHANKY - "I'm gonna enjoy the sight of you in the bushes out there..."

THEO - With a loud thud the old man stands up -- pushes the window open -- grabs the key from the hawthorn branch and slides it across the table to you.

Take the key.

THEO - The key is brass. 'Workshop, Spare' is etched into its bow. The old man closes the window and sits back down in silence.

Item gained: Spare Key for Workshop

GLEN - "C'mon, man. We were just having some fun! Where's the harm in...?"

THEO - "I'm tired of listening to your shit."

"Thank you." (Nod to the old man.)

"Does anyone know why this key was hanging right outside the Union box window?"

(Look at the key in your hand.) "I wonder what doors does it open?"

[Leave.]

THEO - "Don't thank me." The old man takes out his pack of chewing tobacco. "I don't give two shits about your key."

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - There is a silence around this man's words -- unlike Titus, they're *afraid* of him. That's the type of respect he commands.

2. "Does anyone know why this key was hanging right outside the Union box window?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Didn't even know it was there..." The man looks at the key in your hand -- then around the room. "Boys?"

ALAIN - "No idea."

EUGENE - "Never even seen it. Someone must have hidden it there before this room became our place."

3. (Look at the key in your hand.) "I wonder what doors does it open?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It *could* open the door in the kitchen -- the blue door." He looks at the key in your hand. "It says 'Workshop, Spare' -- maybe there's a workshop there?"

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - It's worth a try.

4. [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - "It's you again..." He acknowledges you gruffly. "What is it?"

Scan the room.

"I want to talk about the hanging again."

"Me and Evrart talked. He promised you'd cooperate."

"I found someone who saw the hanging. A witness."

"So I talked to Klaasje about the tape."

"I'm going to take off now." [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - "Oh, so you went and talked to my mommy -- and now she's making me play with you?" He spits. "Is that it, lawman?"

SHANKY - "And what's going to happen if we don't?" The little guy leans forward. "You gonna go and *tell* on us?"

"Very mature, guys. Evrart sent word, right?"

"Why don't you push me some more and find out, gimp."

"I would *never* tell on someone!"

"Let's change the subject."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah yeah, I heard him. The fuck do you think I'm doing here? You'd have your ass handed to you if it wasn't for the bossman's word."

"Let me state this very clearly, coppo." He clears his throat and declares: "Hello, officer! I'm Titus Hardie and these are my boys. Hardie boys. How may we assist you?"

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Explosive laughter follows. To his men, Titus Hardie is a golden god. They want to laugh at his jokes even before they leave his lips. This guy is a born leader.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - It would take an army to bend Titus to its will, but having Evrart back you up like that... did seem to have *some* effect.

3. "I found someone who saw the hanging. A witness."

TITUS HARDIE - "A witness?" The tall man crosses his arms on his chest. "You ain't got shit. The locals would never come to you with this."

ALAIN - "That's just cop-tactics, Titus. Next he's gonna tell you one of us already rolled on the others -- and is in witness protection."

"My witness isn't a local."

"Let's just drop this."

TITUS HARDIE - Titus scratches the back of his head and asks: "Well, let's hear it then. Who is your mystery fella?"

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He's not alarmed by the sudden appearance of a witness. But he is surprised.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This goes without saying, but nonetheless -- don't give out his name.

"Charles Villedrouin, a high ranking government official from Rue de Saint Ghislaine 33-B."

"Let's just say he's a high ranking government official -- and leave it at that."

"Who he *is* is irrelevant."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah, right... like we wouldn't know if an MI plant was in our town." Titus looks over his shoulder to his men. "Nice try, right?"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - MI is short for Moralintern. Moralintern is short for Moralist International, the coalition that runs Revachol.

ALAIN - "I've seen this shit a million times, Titus. Flyfishing -- they're desperate." He turns to you. "Tell us, copper, what wacky claims did he make?"

"The witness said the hanging went down very quietly. No shouting, no commotion."

"The witness said he saw two people of Areopagite descent. And one Mesque."

"The witness said it all looked like a *surreal play*."

"Enough about the witness."

SHANKY - "It's you assholes that feel the need to go around like a fucking brass band -- the Hardie boys are dead silent."

ALAIN - "Yeah! It's like they put cowbells on you before they send you to the streets." He says provokingly. "What's with the cowbells, police man?"

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - They're avoiding having to answer this question.

"I'd imagined you guys drinking and singing lynching songs. What's with the funeral silence?"

Never mind.

GLEN - "We were drinking!" He looks around. "Weren't we guys? I hit the bottle hard. I was drunk as fuck."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Right. I'm convinced, Glen." He nods sarcastically. "Nothing off here. Just a regular hanging."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Bullseye! Glen looks around uncomfortably. The lieutenant hit a nerve.

2. "The witness said he saw two people of Areopagite descent. And one Mesque."

EUGENE - "Areopagite?" He starts laughing. "Boss, I think he's trying to say me and Theo."

TITUS HARDIE - "Well yeah..." Titus nods. "What is confusing you? Eugene, Theo and Alain were there too. I already told you -- we were all there."

3. "The witness said it all looked like a *surreal play*."

ALAIN - "Those flaccid MI cocks with their *culture* language." The Mesque spits on the ground angrily. "Everything's a *surreal play* or a *sublime whatever*. Doesn't mean anything."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It means the whole scene was long and drawn out. Like it was from a *film*."

SHANKY - "What is this fella's problem?!" The little guy addresses everyone and no one. "Sorry, we didn't make it more action-packed. It wasn't the first thing on our minds you see."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Shanky -- it's Shanky, right?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "I thought there's something wrong about the lynching story. Now I *know* there was."

SHANKY - "You don't know shiiiiiit!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I know you're lying, Shanky." He writes in his notebook.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - You didn't break this wagon fort, but you did manage to rattle the people inside a bit.

TITUS HARDIE - "Some witness... I pulled the same shit. Came up with some shit -- then went and said it to people. Get a reaction. Don't have to go to cop school to try that."

GLEN - "You don't have to go to school for shit -- I never went to school and I'm doing great!"

EUGENE - "You doing a hell of a job, man! Hell of a job!"

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Okay, maybe it doesn't *feel* like this did anything to them -- but they have to be fretting a *little*. Everyone is afraid of witnesses. *Witness* is a scary word.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - So much bluster to hide the fact that they're uncomfortable with you having this info.

3. "So I talked to Klaasje about the tape."

TITUS HARDIE - "And?"

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He tenses immediately. Chest tightens. Jaw sets. Ready for another blow.

"And nothing. She stands by what she said."

"I'll get back to you on that one."

TITUS HARDIE - "That fucking fucker..." He stares at his beer for two seconds -- intently -- then turns to you. "You're the worst cops in Revachol! I gave you *gold* on that tape."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - That 'fucker' wasn't aimed at you. It was at *her*.

"Gold? It was just locker room talk. It's not evidence."

"It was dark stuff, but it didn't prove anything. And it didn't change her mind."

"Yeah it was bad. Honestly, I expected it to have more effect…"

"She pretty much laughed it off, Titus."

TITUS HARDIE - "Dark?! Dark is when you start a goddamn death-rock band! He said he'd rape her!" He shakes his head in disbelief.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Sounds like he wanted it to change her mind about the hanged man. This is definitely personal.

TITUS HARDIE - "What did she have to say then? Fine by her?! This is what people are *supposed* to be like? Fucking whoopty doo!"

"She did not say *whoopty doo*."

"It did not come as a surprise to her. And she definitely wasn't scared."

"Actually, I think it made her a little *nostalgic*."

"If anything, she seemed turned on by the whole doorgunning thing."

"Titus, she said she would like to be a little doorgunner herself, if she could."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I can confirm that."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - I see what you're doing there. Let's push him.

TITUS HARDIE - "She didn't? Well, *whoopty doo* then!" He's too angry to drink his beer. He just stares at it.

5. "Titus, she said she would like to be a little doorgunner herself, if she could."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. In fact..." The lieutenant looks at you, then him. "I think she thought it was a little funny."

TITUS HARDIE - "Funny?" Titus mumbles, his lips barely moving: "No good goddamn psycho whore..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Seems like they wanted to give Klaasje a second chance to play along -- she *still* didn't.

TITUS HARDIE - "Alright!" He slams his giant fist on the door frame. "All-fucking-righty then! I guess it's good then! That fucking..."

ELIZABETH - "Please try to control yourself in the presence of *visitors*, Titus." Her voice is a bit softer than earlier.

TITUS HARDIE - "This is just perfect. Just fucking perfect. Any thoughts on this, lawman?" Titus rubs his chin with his palm, as if trying to grind it smooth.

Task complete: Doorgunner Megamix

+10 XP

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - You don't have to say everything out loud. Just mix and match.

There's not actually a *penalty* for saying everything.

"I think this is personal for you. I think you had feelings for her."

"I think you had a lie planned, but she didn't play along."

"Maybe she isn't who you thought she was."

"Maybe she is still in denial. You know, like a defence mechanism."

"Be straight with me, Titus: What really happened?" (Wrap this up.)

GLEN - "Pft!" Glen explodes with indignation. "Everyone's got feelings for each other! Where are you going with this?!"

TITUS HARDIE - "It's alright, Glen." He rubs his temple. "I just thought she... I thought *anyone* would come around if they heard that shit. Apparently I was wrong."

GLEN - "Yeah, that was fucked up." He smiles sympathetically.

SUGGESTION - He wanted her to see the man for what he was. Now that you know, you might wanna lay off this topic -- or else you might antagonize him.

+5 XP

TITUS HARDIE - "I just got too worked up. Big man lost his shit." He shakes his head. "It's cool now."

2. "I think you had a lie planned, but she didn't play along."

TITUS HARDIE - "I asked for your opinion, not a bed-time story. Tell it to your grandma."

"This tape was the last chance for her to do what was planned."

"Sure, I'll do that."

KIM KITSURAGI - "But she didn't. She knows she can't lie to us. Unlike you."

Hm.

TITUS HARDIE - "Fantastic. So *now* you remember how to do your job..." He despondently glances at his beer. "I'm so sick of this piss -- we should get something harder in here."

SHANKY - "Yeah, guys, we should get a party going tonight!"

THEO - "Why?"

SHANKY - "Uh..." He looks at the old man in the corner. "Maybe not then."

LOGIC - Success. They admitted to unlawful collaboration to derail the investigation.

+5 XP

3. "Maybe she isn't who you thought she was."

TITUS HARDIE - "Nah... I know her." He looks upstairs, distracted. "She's just a girl in over her head."

"You don't know?! She's a model! She won a pageant!"

"She's not some helpless girl. She handled the mercenary well enough."

"She's a hard-core party girl with a bigger death wish than mine."

"Huh, I guess you do know her then."

TITUS HARDIE - "*Handled* him?" He baulks. "She got into some stupid shit with that guy. Shit *we* had to take care of."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, yes, we heard all about it and the fact still stands: you were more disturbed by the tape than her."

4. "Maybe she is still in denial. You know, like a defence mechanism."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah... maybe. That is a possibility."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He does not sound very convinced anymore.

5. "Be straight with me, Titus: What really happened?" (Wrap this up.)

TITUS HARDIE - "I already told you." He puts his giant face in his hands and sighs. "We fucking hanged him."

New task: Get the whole story from Titus

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - There's less gusto in his voice now. His men too are growing increasingly silent.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - They're confused. This is growing over their heads.

KIM KITSURAGI - "C'mon, Titus. We know you didn't hang him. He was *shot*." He taps on his notebook. "I know you're tired; so am I -- why don't you just..."

TITUS HARDIE - "You know what?" He gets closer. "I *am* tired. I'm tired of you *and* the whore upstairs."

"Next time you see her -- tell her Titus said FUCK OFF!" He throws his beer can down.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - This is the petulant rage of someone who's at the end of their wits.

TITUS HARDIE - "That lying, scamming... We're done! This is over, you understand? Your little investigation -- is OVER."

ALAIN - "Yeah..." There is a silence in the room. Alain starts saying something -- then thinks best not to.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - On the floor, beer drips out of the can, into a small puddle. No one does anything about it.

TITUS HARDIE - "What is this quiet funeral shit? What we need is some *beers* in us!" He looks around. "BARTENDER! Twenty beers for the Dockworkers' Union!"

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Why don't we make it FORTY, huh?" The man shouts from behind the counter. "Why don't we make it A HUNDRED beers, you're not loud enough!"

GLEN - "A hundred beers -- now we're talking!" Glen livens up. "Hoppity-hop over here cafeteria manager!"

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - The window might be closing. The more beers they get in them, the less cooperative they will be.

3. [Rhetoric - Godly 16] Convince Titus he is being manipulated.

+1 Mentioned surreal play. +1 Strange reaction to bullet. +1 Evrart asked to cooperate. +1 Understood why Titus is upset. -1 Pushed Titus on the tape. +1 Warned about the tribunal. +1 Discussed eighth Hardie. +1 Confronted about drug trade.

RHETORIC [Godly: Success]- Convince *Titus?* he's being manipulated? You should know by now -- Titus Hardie will never falter.

One of his boys will.

"That's it then. Case closed." (Look around.) "We're going home, Kim."

RHETORIC - Just remember it's about more than Klaasje. It's about these men and Martinaise: their district, their *responsibility*.

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Outside in the evening light -- ruined and old, shadows lengthen on the pavement. A distant gunshot.

2. "That's it then. Case closed." (Look around.) "We're going home, Kim."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Huh?" The lieutenant raises his brow.

RHETORIC - He'll get it. Go on.

"Write it down, Kim -- in Martinaise they just kill you because they don't *like* you."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Got it." He takes out his notebook. "Kill you -- because they don't like you. All because..."

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