{ "name": "CH 3 — CURTAIN OF STEEL", "enter_text": "A border town in black and white. A checkpoint, a tavern, and posters everywhere for tonight's State Concert, which the State is very excited about and the town is attending at gunpoint.", "music": 2, "strokes": [ { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 168, "color": 8, "meaning": "Floor" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 56, "color": 0, "meaning": "Wall" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 54, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 57, "w": 160, "h": 111, "color": 8, "meaning": "Floor" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 10, "y": 8, "w": 30, "h": 40, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 14, "y": 12, "w": 22, "h": 32, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 120, "y": 8, "w": 30, "h": 40, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 124, "y": 12, "w": 22, "h": 32, "color": 0, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 164, "w": 160, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "Wall" } } ], "spawn": [ 20, 146 ], "exits": [ null, 2, null, null ], "exit_flags": [ "", "encore_done", "", "" ], "exit_blocked": [ "", "The channel will not change until this channel's story is done. That is how channels have always worked and nobody has ever asked why.", "", "" ], "objects": [ { "name": "grandpa", "sprite": "drebin58", "x": 40, "y": 122, "look": "Your grandfather, seventy-nine years young in 1965 and somehow here, in a world that is finally in his palette. He looks around the monochrome town for a long moment, and then he says, flatly, with what you now recognise as deep contentment: 'Correct lighting.'", "synonyms": "grandfather sergeant fedora old", "use_text": "You confer. He has already surveyed the checkpoint, timed the guard rotation, and identified which two resistance members are inside the pantomime cow, from the boots, which are department issue, which raises questions he has written down." }, { "name": "dad", "sprite": "drebin82", "x": 118, "y": 130, "look": "Your father, in full colour, in a black-and-white world. The tan trench coat glows like a signal flare. Everyone in the town square is staring at him. He has not noticed. He has never once noticed. That is his superpower and this channel has no defence against it.", "synonyms": "father lieutenant trench colour", "use_text": "The channel keeps trying to grade him monochrome, and the trench coat keeps coming back tan, and after four attempts the channel gives up and adjusts the rest of the town to match him slightly, which is why the tavern is now faintly beige." }, { "name": "pantocow", "sprite": "pantocow", "x": 76, "y": 128, "look": "A pantomime cow, loitering by the tavern with tremendous nonchalance. It has two pairs of boots. Cows have hooves. The boots are police issue, which is either the resistance or a very poor sign for this town's police.", "synonyms": "cow costume disguise boots", "use_text": "You address the front half of the cow, quietly, in your capacity as a fellow professional. The cow replies, in two voices, that it is a cow. You note the time, and let the cow proceed, because a Drebin knows a colleague under cover when he sees one, and there is a way to behave." }, { "name": "checkpoint", "sprite": "checkpoint", "x": 132, "y": 116, "look": "The checkpoint. A striped barrier, a guard in a greatcoat, and a sign listing what may not cross: WESTERN MUSIC, WESTERN LITERATURE, WESTERN OPTIMISM. The guard has been on this barrier for nineteen years and has never once been asked a question he could answer with yes.", "synonyms": "barrier border guard booth", "kills": true, "use_text": "You approach the checkpoint at night, in a foreign uniform's world, without papers, and you explain, sincerely, that you are a police officer from the television. The guard has heard many things at this barrier. He has never heard the truth before. It goes very badly, the way the truth does here, which is the entire point of this channel." }, { "name": "crooner", "sprite": "crooner", "x": 76, "y": 108, "look": "The State's captive headliner: an American rock-and-roll idol on a cultural exchange nobody agreed to, gold jacket, guitar, and a smile with state supervision. Between numbers he passes coded messages to the resistance through his set list. Tonight's encore is the signal for something. Everybody knows this. The State knows this. The problem is that the encore has not been approved.", "synonyms": "singer idol star gold guitar", "points": 10, "sets_flag": "encore_done", "use_text": "You solve it the way your family solves everything. You go to the checkpoint office, and you request Form 7 — APPLICATION FOR SUPPLEMENTARY PERFORMANCE (ONE SONG) — and you fill it in correctly, in triplicate, in the town's own language, which your grandfather turns out to read, because in 1961 he processed an extradition and 'the forms were educational'. The clerk stamps it. Nobody has ever filled it in correctly before. The encore is now the only state-approved act of resistance in the country's history, and it goes off at nine, legally, to weeping. The resistance escapes during the guitar solo, disguised as a cow, through the checkpoint, with a permit. (+10)" } ] }