Mini-Event STORYTELLERZ 2046 Rollenspiel-Event mit vielen features: https://tinyurl.com/y6ruv3ax Event-Playlist: https://tinyurl.com/ejfbm8bj ******************************************************************************************** Deutsche Ein-Satz-Lore: Ray Booker, 63, betreibt eines der letzten unabhängigen Bestattungsinstitute von Queens und behandelt menschliche wie synthetische Verstorbene mit derselben stillen Sorgfalt – doch während er jedem, der bei ihm landet, einen Namen gibt, sammelt er seit Jahren Widersprüche, über die er bislang schweigt. ******************************************************************************************** CHARACTER FILE - RAY BOOKER Name: Ray Booker Age: 63 Residence: Queens, New York – apartment in the old wing of Booker’s Funeral Home Occupation: Funeral director and owner of Booker’s Funeral Home; licensed to handle and decommission human, hybrid, and synthetic remains Family / Connections: Widowed three times. One son, deceased in 2022. Professional contact with ION Varek, who occasionally reconstructs damaged voice modules and personal audio archives for Booker’s. Strengths: Calm, meticulous, discreet, and observant. Treats human and synthetic remains with the same professional care. Checks first, judges later. Weaknesses: Carries grief and troubling observations for too long on his own. His discretion can turn into silence when something perhaps should be said. Guiding Principle: "What remains gets a name." Vote / Political Position: still unclear at this point ******************************************************************************************** [Intro] Five o’clock. Same old bell. Coffee first. Then I'll see who's come in. [Verse 1] Shirt buttoned wrong. I fix it. Cold water running. Name on the file. Family said he hated ties. So I'll leave his collar open. One last check. Then I write it down. [Hook 1] Different tools. Same work. Check the name. Write it down. [Verse 2] Battery reads zero. Serial on the frame. Synthetic tissue under the left panel. File says decommission. Number checks out. A gold ring on the left hand. I leave it there. [Hook 2] Different tools. Same work. What remains gets a name. [ION] Damaged voice module. Not much left. I send it to ION. He asks, “Whose voice?” “Someone’s.” That’s enough. [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 3] Past eight. Front rooms empty. Whisky by the ledger. Terminal still on. One file. One frame. The numbers should match. They don’t. I check the plate. Check the file. Same case. Two serials. I write both down. [Instrumental Transition] [Interference pulse] Faceplate loose. I lift it. Synthetic skin still fixed along one side. Voice module behind it. The file says no personal archive. I read that line twice. Then the module. [Final Hook] Different numbers. Same case. I check them again. I write both down. Different tools. Same work. There shouldn’t be a voice. There is. [Instrumental Outro] [End]
