From Scratch
Jim: Feather, I need to edit the lectures a bit. I missed the part about cerebral injuries in the first draft. Unfortunately, I only have two hands, and so do you. We need to focus on one thing – be it notes or posters. Do you think we can find someone to help us?
Task: Go through the unknown room in the words mode.
You hear measured breathing from under the ladder – Jack is sleeping on the mattress. The knuckles on the right hand are bruised. As you move closer, the underground member wakes up instantly.
Jack: Oh, you are right on time. I heard you and Jim needed help with some posters. It's hard to miss him running around with a book that's falling apart. He hasn't caught any mites from this dusty old thing, has he?
Jack: Tell me what's going on. What's with my hand? Oh, just flipped a bit, don't worry about it.
You tell him about Jim's idea and need for assistant.
Jack: I wish I had a xerox... or a copier... And now we have to draw each poster from scratch. I sketched a few. What do you think? I'm not an artist by any means, but the point comes across, no?
Jack: Feather, I don't like your expression. It's that bad? You think it will scare people off? I guess I'm not just a bad artist, I'm a mediocre ad maker as well. But we'll think of something, don't worry!
You completed Jim’s task. You received some points of freedom and some tokens
Jim: Jack offered to help? That's weird, we had a fight a while ago. Could he be plotting revenge? Keep an eye on him, please.
