People of CurioCity

<img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df3hyqx-4da75602-50c0-48aa-a558-bf1bfb08d2ed.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/title_city_by_jyiscool_df3hyqx-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzaHlxeC00ZGE3NTYwMi01MGMwLTQ4YWEtYTU1OC1iZjFiZmIwOGQyZWQucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.GAxpCpPOb5rFV_U4lfdBxOzvLvEXGxKB4clWKc6LxcY"> Warbling bird song wakes you from deep slumber at a respectable 9:55am and you sit up with a start - today’s the day you’ve planned to head into the city and see the CurioCity Festival, celebrating the reopening of the city with events scattered throughout. There’s one in particular you’re keen to see, and it should be a great time with lots to do. You’re extra excited as someone is coming with you to spend the day out and about, a nice change of pace from your usually packed schedule. They were even kind enough to let you pick the event you’re both going to today! Which is… where exactly? <div id="center-text">[[The Gallery |Destination 1]]<span style="width:78px;display:inline-block"></span>[[The Library|Destination 2]] [[The Zoo|Destination 3]]<span style="width:108px;display:inline-block"></span>[[The Theatre|Destination 4]]<div>

</style><img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df2d06f-fb041c33-c519-4ed1-95d3-0229b25c89d1.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYyZDA2Zi1mYjA0MWMzMy1jNTE5LTRlZDEtOTVkMy0wMjI5YjI1Yzg5ZDEucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.0LPuAg1br12AernNCO2IWwZ4trgHR4n9F3zWKuq_vf8" width=134 height=193></div> (set: $companion to "Kid") Somehow you’re stuck babysitting your cousin’s 4 year-old nephew. You’ve never seen the kid before in your life, and are starting to wish you went the rest of your life not seeing him, ‘cos ''////''''boy''''////'' does this kid talk a lot… Yet you start growing fond of the little guy despite yourself, as you notice clever little observations behind his incessant comments. As the responsible adult here, you get to choose how you're both getting to the $destination today: <div id="center-text">[[Train|Train Comp. 1]] [[Walking|Walk Comp. 1]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Train") You and Trevor are on the train, heading to the $destination… “Hey, do you have games on your phone?” Trevor asks for the third time in the last 5 minutes, looking up at you expectantly. He kneels down on the seat to try and meet your eye level, you’ve already reprimanded him once for trying to stand on the seat. <div id="center-text">Why do kids ALWAYS ask that!?<div>(click-replace:"Why do kids ALWAYS ask that!?")[ <div id="left-text">“No Trevor, I told you, I don’t. And please sit down properly,” you try to hide your steadily increasing irritability but your eyes betray you. “You’re lying! See, your eye is stitching!” Trevor announces to the whole carriage. He starts running around the train, yelling “Liar! Liar! You’re a liar!” in a sing-song voice. “Hey what does this button do?” He says, stopping before the emergency speaker button <div> <div id="center-text">[[Parenting is so hard…|Train Comp Part 2]]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Walk") You and Trevor have decided to walk to the $destination… Trevor has grown awfully quiet ever since the two of you turned onto this street. When you started your journey he was skipping along, humming a vaguely familiar tune and swinging your arm back and forth as he held your hand. And now he’s shuffling along, quiet as a mouse. “Buddy?” You told him you’re his buddy for the day, but it seems he thinks your name is Buddy now. <div id="center-text">What’s up with Trevor?<div>(click-replace:"What’s up with Trevor?")[ <div id="left-text">“What’s up Trevor?” A car whizzes past the two of you and Trevor grabs onto your leg for a moment, then grabs your hand again and resumes walking. You try to stick to the edge of the narrow footpath out of consideration of the little guy. “Why did they make all these buildings so boring?” Trevor looks up and down the street listlessly. You can’t really blame him, the street is lined with countless deserted-looking buildings, and every wall and shopfront is painted a dull, uninspired colour. A clown could walk down this street and struggle to hold back the lifeless expression on Trevor’s face right now. Another car speeds past, this time even closer to the footpath to avoid a wide ute on the opposite lane. Trevor makes a sudden jolt towards you and trips over his feet, falling in a heap on the concrete.<div> <div id="center-text">[[No! Trevor!!|Walk Comp1Pt2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") The train rolls to a halt and you decide that it’s now or never. “Come on Trevor, let’s go” “Hey, this isn’t the right stop!” He replies adamantly holding his ground. Instead of trying to engage in another back and forth with smarty-overalls over here, you bend down and pick him up, princess-carrying him out of the train has he pounds on your chest. <div id="center-text">Plan B: take a detour<div>(click-replace:"Plan B: take a detour")[ <div id="left-text">“We’re gonna take a small detour okay Trevor?” You begin walking around the streets near the station, in search of something that catches Trevor’s eye. The two of you pass by a community garden, and you lead Trevor through the various stalls set up, boasting a wide variety of fresh, locally grown ingredients. There are stacks of honey, jam, fresh vegetables and fruits, and even a sandwich-making stall. Trevor is drawn towards the display of fresh bread and starts looking around between the stalls thoughtfully. An old lady with large round glasses stands behind it idly. “Can I have a peanut butter and jam sandwich, please?”<div> <div id="center-text">[[Huh?|Tran C1 Community Part 2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") You try frantically to think of a solution to Trevor’s mucking about. Suddenly a light turns on in a dark corner of your mind, illuminating something buried within one of its recesses. A genie visited you in your dreams last night, you’re somehow sure of it, and there, in your mind, they left their lamp. You retreat from floundering around trying to chase Trevor and sit down, closing your eyes and visualising yourself in that murky room, grabbing the lamp and giving it a good rub. You open your eyes and the stern-looking man’s pupils have turned an intense blue, and he looks at you expectantly. <div id="center-text">I wish…what should I wish!?<div>(click-replace:"I wish…what should I wish!?")[ <div id="left-text">“I wish this carriage was a child-friendly play space!” You say with a certainty that confuses yourself. The genie-man nods his head. You close your eyes again, and keep them shut tight until you hear the sound of Trevor laughing, followed by an unfamiliar excited squeal. There he is, cackling hysterically, as he pushes a small rocking horse that a little girl is bouncing around on. The carriage is covered with soft flooring, and a plethora of children’s toys surround you: blocks, colouring books, dolls and an abacus! You look around to see the stern-looking suited man from earlier, but with human eyes this time, smiling at the scene as he turns to give you a polite nod. “You alright there?” He asks you, noticing your perplexed look.<div> <div id="center-text">[[...Yes?| Train C1 Policy Part 2]]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39l05-7adfb87f-b385-40dd-9329-8f0d241a2f2d.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/kid_trainp_by_jyiscool_df39l05-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWwwNS03YWRmYjg3Zi1iMzg1LTQwZGQtOTMyOS04ZjBkMjQxYTJmMmQucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.aL27sldXOQ54bRbO-0pa_2JllI6EllakywVp3o5LyLg"> </div> You make it to the $destination with time to spare! You are still somewhat confused but your mind becomes occupied with running after Trevor once more, and somewhere along the day all this strange genie business leaves your mind quietly. Not a soul is any the wiser of its effects on the city’s public transport infrastructure for decades to come… (set: $ending to 2) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

$endingImage <div id="center-text">Thanks for playing! If you enjoyed this game, subscribe and see more articles at <a href="https://citiespeoplelove.co/" target="_blank">Cities People Love</a>.</div> <div id="center-text">''About Cities People Love''<div> <div id="left-text">🏡 <a href="https://citiespeoplelove.co/about" target="_blank">Cities People Love</a> is a social enterprise organisation dedicated to the creation and curation of urban research that can engage and empower communities to influence policy and practice.<div> <div id="center-text">''About the Game Designers''<div> <div id="left-text">😳 <a href="https://twitter.com/JYISCOOL12" target="_blank">Julia Ye</a> (she/her) is a Melbourne-based game designer who illustrated this game. Making cute and fun things that others can enjoy is her passion! 😊 <a href="https://deitydogs.itch.io/" target="_blank">Maxwell Williams</a> (they/he/it), is a 21 year old kiwi living in Melbourne. Autistic, chronically ill disability advocate. Writer, artist, game dev and game design student. A little guy who works on games like these. 🤔 <a href="https://twitter.com/nidula_" target="_blank">Nidula Geeganage</a> (he/him) is a game designer and writer based in Melbourne. He hopes that playing his games pushes you (gently) to consider new ideas and perspectives, whether these are serious or completely ridiculous. 😎 <a href="https://twitter.com/cmitzigalvin" target="_blank">Charlotte Galvin</a> (she/they) is an artist and game designer based in Melbourne. She's interested in creating games that combine unique visuals with playful ideas, and contain plenty of bad jokes.<div> <div id="center-text">[[Travel again?|Starting block]]<div> </style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df3i1lb-7214bcb6-a13f-4a6a-b722-096a7f80266b.jpg/v1/fill/w_1280,h_138,q_75,strp/yellow_dot_and_words_by_jyiscool_df3i1lb-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTM4IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvYzgzY2JkYmYtNjMxOC00NWNhLTkyYzYtMThlNzFkOWZjNDFiXC9kZjNpMWxiLTcyMTRiY2I2LWExM2YtNGE2YS1iNzIyLTA5NmE3ZjgwMjY2Yi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.3dY3pWDFI90pY3b3-J7Ug7ScKye25BQv2o5gPwyLEI0" width=525 height=auto> </div> <script> async function sendData(){ let userLocation await window.axios({ url: 'https://api.db-ip.com/v2/free/self', method: 'get' }) .then(response => { console.log('Success:', response) userLocation = response.data?.city }) .catch((error) => { console.error('Error:', error) }) var gameData = { 'Destination': harlowe.State.variables['destination'], 'Companion': harlowe.State.variables['companion'], 'Transport': harlowe.State.variables['travelType'], 'Solution': harlowe.State.variables['solutionMethod'], 'Ending': harlowe.State.variables['ending'], 'Location': userLocation } console.log(gameData) if(window.axios){ window.axios({ url: 'https://citiespeoplelove.co/.netlify/functions/submit-game-result', method: 'post', data: gameData }) .then(response => { console.log('Success:', response); }) .catch((error) => { console.error('Error:', error); }) } } sendData() </script>

<img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39l5p-5f5d4b7a-bb20-42e4-8801-47ccca8d63b3.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/kid_trainc_by_jyiscool_df39l5p-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWw1cC01ZjVkNGI3YS1iYjIwLTQyZTQtODgwMS00N2NjY2E4ZDYzYjMucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.XBjzEG2O1iFcylqXbxQLI-_ZSO0zl82njylMyYmGGRQ"> You make it to the $destination a little late, but Trevor seems to have thoroughly enjoyed his little sandwich-making experience, and spends the rest of the train ride telling you how to make peanut butter from scratch. (set: $ending to 1) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

Your options for today are between four of your closest friends and family, all of whom face their own unique challenges as you navigate the city to get to the $destination You’re going with: <div id="center-text">[[Trevor|Companion 1]] [[Ruby|Companion 2]] [[Grandpa|Companion 3]] [[Sable|Companion 4]]<div>

</style><img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39c7f-085589eb-6e3d-4f36-9ab2-0b42e544f26f.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/gallery_outline_by_jyiscool_df39c7f-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWM3Zi0wODU1ODllYi02ZTNkLTRmMzYtOWFiMi0wYjQyZTU0NGYyNmYucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.fwJgZ22zU4Zy4beKsqGSrdtdi4FFvljhxKDW1TI4zz8"></div> You are headed to the public art gallery today, to see a new show focused on contemporary still life works as a part of the CurioCity Festival. You’ve heard there’s a 3 metre tall copper orange you absolutely need to check out; as it oxidises the orange appears to be rotting, and you want to catch it while it’s still somewhat fresh. The gallery is located at the edge of the city with a gurgling fountain outside, full of coins from past visitors making wishes. You’ve set aside a gold coin to make an extra lucky wish with your companion for the day. (set: $destination to "gallery") <div id="center-text">[[Speaking of companions, who are you taking?|Choose companion]]<div> {(set: $endingImage to '<img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df3hyqn-0b90a03c-6e9d-4a34-9b5c-74c9b709e49e.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/title_gallery_by_jyiscool_df3hyqn-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzaHlxbi0wYjkwYTAzYy02ZTlkLTRhMzQtOWI1Yy03NGM5YjcwOWU0OWUucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.uy14ZQ0iGI17TSKC1qEf6rEaYg3GtHYjLzvLkGpi0uQ">')}

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39c6z-de9e1231-c002-49d3-8a50-c84ab58a207a.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/library_outline_by_jyiscool_df39c6z-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWM2ei1kZTllMTIzMS1jMDAyLTQ5ZDMtOGE1MC1jODRhYjU4YTIwN2EucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.IQrGi8oHUALG7NRrAXtmihzvMMM8NEnnaNFhpczF87o"></div> You’re off to the grand city library today, to see a live reading of a new book by a local author. Their book is about the city, so it’s a perfect event for those attending the CurioCity Festival. There’s a cafe along the side of the building that does excellent brunch as well, and of course the coffee is just right – you wouldn’t accept anything else after all! Afterwards, you and your companion are planning on picnicking on the grass in front of the library. It faces the sun in the afternoon and makes for a perfect people-watching spot. You and your companion will probably play a round of your favourite game, making up wild backstories for people walking by on the street. (set: $destination to "library") <div id="center-text">[[Speaking of companions, who are you taking?|Choose companion]]<div> {(set: $endingImage to '<img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df3hyqe-7a8fae44-662a-49dc-b6cc-39531479e5ea.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/title_library_by_jyiscool_df3hyqe-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzaHlxZS03YThmYWU0NC02NjJhLTQ5ZGMtYjZjYy0zOTUzMTQ3OWU1ZWEucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.bOOLRkuGViinbokp6IPrrC5kez_YSkD-WkwkzGn6Zq0">')}

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39c71-aff750cf-4539-476d-a283-1943684bec02.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/zoo_outline_by_jyiscool_df39c71-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWM3MS1hZmY3NTBjZi00NTM5LTQ3NmQtYTI4My0xOTQzNjg0YmVjMDIucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.cjnEQuJX71Kirggrf2paYb-7QRZruyVGICLoxiPORK8"> </div> The weather is lovely today, a perfect day to visit the zoo. Well, until it inevitably changes on a dime in the afternoon, leaving you soaked. You’re excited to see all your favourite animals, from aardvarks to zebras there’s a huge variety of cool creatures to see. There’s a great local band scheduled to play in the centre of the zoo as a part of the CurioCity Festival, and their music includes samples from the animals themselves! Your companion is excited to see the rarest, most impressive creature of all… the elusive Stuffed Gift Shop Toy. Also known by its scientific name //Giftus Shoppus Cretura//, it has a wide range of fur patterns but only one habitat - your home. (set: $destination to "zoo") <div id="center-text">[[Speaking of companions, who are you taking?|Choose companion]]<div> {(set: $endingImage to '<img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df3hyr5-22cda5c6-3c60-44c7-a579-debc08d4d7e9.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/title_zoo_by_jyiscool_df3hyr5-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzaHlyNS0yMmNkYTVjNi0zYzYwLTQ0YzctYTU3OS1kZWJjMDhkNGQ3ZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.wfngoRqEVkvKX5Y5Zw_hVe6s7xIelUnTwoyjxQrK29s">')}

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df2d1er-e5e9945c-b9ee-4855-82dd-cfa953503f4b.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYyZDFlci1lNWU5OTQ1Yy1iOWVlLTQ4NTUtODJkZC1jZmE5NTM1MDNmNGIucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.M_sttUKlv3sWRS0dVavFieU_p1os_zQN_y3fL9L2NaE" width=123 height=219> </div> (set: $companion to "Teen girl") Ruby is your sporty teenage cousin who loves cycling and netball, and is not obsessed with kpop, please stop asking her about it //omg//. The two of you get along like a house on fire, and you’re going out with her today to spend some time together outside of your drama-filled family barbeques. Ruby tends to hide in the background during the brawls over the last snag, and you’re plotting to use this trip as an opportunity to work on her independence and her mean right hook. Ruby has let you choose how you're getting to the $destination: <div id="center-text">[[Bike|Bike Comp. 2]] [[Train|Train Comp. 2]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df2cxho-00778a06-28d6-4bb9-9140-0500f1b1c0ac.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYyY3hoby0wMDc3OGEwNi0yOGQ2LTRiYjktOTE0MC0wNTAwZjFiMWMwYWMucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.KGictH9wkhC53EiUJ6_s2jeTwdEpzKapeaYgTt5h_G0" width=143 height=218> </div> (set: $companion to "Grandpa") You and your Grandpa have built a strong rapport with each other over the years. You always wind up in deep conversations at family gatherings that never cease to make you admire his vast wealth of knowledge. That’s not to mention his capricious sense of humour, that ranges from shockingly cynical to painfully corny, and is seldom acknowledged by anyone but you. Today Grandpa asked you to hang out with him as he runs a couple of errands. The main reason you need to come along is because your family doesn’t want him moving about too much by himself, especially since he relies on a walking frame now. Regardless, you thought you’d take the opportunity to take him somewhere nice afterwards. You’ve been meaning to spend more time with Gramps, after all. You lead the way to the $destination, and choose to travel by: <div id="center-text">[[Tram|Tram Comp. 3]] [[Walking|Walk Comp. 3]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") You decide to take the “phone a friend” approach, but instead of it just being one friend, it’s literally everyone you know in a 15km radius. You call in every favour you can think of, even making up a few along the way for those that don’t actually owe you anything. Luckily, your friends go along with it because you sound so sure of yourself. After all, who actually remembers whether you shouted dinner that one time or not? Trevor has parked his butt on the footpath, tiny arms crossed in opposition. Suddenly you hear the noise of skateboard wheels against concrete, followed by a group of familiar faces appearing from a side street. They chuck a couple buckets of chalk your way, and give you and Trevor a wave, before heading off down the road to brighten up a wall. Trevor looks at them and then at you, shocked. <div id="center-text">Let’s turn this frown upside down!<div>(click-replace:"Let’s turn this frown upside down!")[ <div id="left-text">“Wanna help me liven up this footpath, Trevor?” Trevor sets out drawing up his vibrant imaginations on the concrete, as you finish up a little hopscotch court. A ute with traffic control equipment in the back pulls up ahead of you two, and your friends hop out, chucking on hard hats and whistles, laying down cones, and wielding STOP and SLOW signs. The noise of cars going by is drowned out by an energetic chatter as people pour in from side streets, lining shopfronts with small pot plants, hand-made lanterns and artworks. Your friends have clearly also called in favours and spread the word. Suddenly, cheers erupt from all around you. You look up and down the street and realise why: they’ve managed to redirect the traffic completely, creating a temporary pedestrian-only street. The street becomes a mini-festival, with lemonade stands and food trucks propping up, and even live music being played.<div> <div id="center-text">[[Food! Lemonade!!|WalkC1ComPt2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") You decide that there is only really one way to solve this issue. <div id="center-text">Time for your mastermind plan<div>(click-replace:"Time for your mastermind plan")[ <div id="left-text">“Come, Trevor. I have a plan. And it is sure to bring justice to this land.” Trevor is drawn to your authoritative voice and obeys your demand without question. You go around to a couple stores, preparing the necessary goods to conduct this plan: a few Textas, a lanyard, a bit of paper, a semi-formal shirt, some fake glasses to complete the look. Trevor helps you draw the local council’s logo on the paper, colouring it in nicely to look convincing. You don the shirt, glasses and lanyard – making sure to attach the end of it to the bit of paper Trevor prepared for you. Suddenly you are a council worker, and are ready to threaten drivers speeding down Trevor’s least favourite street. You simply need to walk up to the kerb and hold your phone out like you’re taking incriminating photos. In other words, you copy the stance your parents take whenever you see them take a photo. In a matter of seconds, drivers are turning their heads to look at you and slowing down. Trevor gasps in realisation and has a rare moment of speechlessness. You smirk. Never in your life has silence ever sounded so beautiful. You and Trevor manage to get halfway down the street like this, with you walking in an awkward sideways photograph-shuffle, and Trevor still somewhat lagging behind, because for all your ingeniousness you didn’t manage to cure his boredom. One driver notices your practiced stance and turns into the side street in front of you.<div> <div id="center-text">[[Haha! You're a genius|WalkC1PolicyPt2]]]<div>

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</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39l5l-6bda31dc-0c21-4096-a7ab-4753dbd0e2f4.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/kid_walkc_by_jyiscool_df39l5l-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWw1bC02YmRhMzFkYy0wYzIxLTQwOTYtYTdhYi00NzUzZGJkMGUyZjQucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.bMjHfXftsPyCUa4oHegQdoG4r9fdmBbCZU2Gc5rGdpM"> </div> You make it to the $destination very late, but neither you nor Trevor is too concerned. “They should make all the streets like that and everyone can walk everywhere!” Trevor says when you arrive. Part of you wants to dismiss Trevor’s naïve and outlandish words outright, but at the same time you can’t help but think that this ideal of his might be the right kind of thinking this city needs moving forwards. (set: $ending to 3) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Train") The two of you decide to take the train together, and you meet Ruby at your local train station outside of the city centre. It’s a cool afternoon and grey clouds roll in, the sudden change leaving the station dark and dim. A speaker crackles to life overhead, and it’s completely garbled, you’re only understanding every 5th word or so. You turn to Ruby, asking if she got the gist and she replies “I think it said we have to wait another 20 minutes, ugh.” She looks unsettled, and you notice she edges down the platform a bit, closer to a digital ad with a camera above it. “Are you okay Ruby? Maybe we can stand over there, since we’re waiting a while.” you ask, leading her over. She smiles softly and you both come to a stop under the camera, but you too start to feel that undercurrent of tension waiting in the dim light. “I always get so nervous waiting here.” Ruby says idly “There's no other way out of the station if anyone comes too close to me. And those gross ads make me uncomfortable, they’re so… degrading.” You nod in agreement - you’re feeling the same way. What kind of approach would you use to make this wait less stressful for both yourself and Ruby, who feels especially uneasy? <div id="center-text">[[Practice thought experimentation|Train Comp. 2 Community]] [[Release the inner self you keep locked away|Train Comp. 2 Policy]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Bike") Ruby suggested you both cycle into the city to enjoy the sunshine, asking you to plan the route as she is unfamiliar with the best way to get there. You decide to take her the way you deem has the best safety with painted or separated bike lanes the whole way, and only one extremely unpleasant hill. You’re panting after barely making it up said hill, when a decidedly less exhausted Ruby comes to a stop in the bike lane ahead of you. As you catch up you immediately spot the problem: there are several cars parked in your way, forcing you both into traffic. The footpath is narrow and uneven, with sharp stones that give you visions of a flat tire in your very near future. This needs some kind of solution… but what what would be better? <div id="center-text">[[Look around to see if anyone can help you|Bike Comp. 2 Community]] [[Call in a favour, and don't take no for an answer|Bike Comp. 2 Policy]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") “The next serv-ce has been… –layed… departing in– minutes.” The speaker hisses and crackles as the message repeats, still unintelligible. Ruby seems to be shrinking into herself beside you, staring intently at the departures board. You try to keep her engaged, and strike up a conversation. “Hey Ruby, let's do a thought experiment while we wait. Pass the time and whatnot. What would you do to make this station suck less?” “A thought experiment? I know you’re older than me or whatever, but that was just pretentious.” She hums, thinking “You know, my school art club would make this place so much cooler - they did a big mural last term, it looked really good. You could cover all the gross ads, and they could even build benches to wait on!” Inspiration strikes and you pull out your phone. “Ms A still runs the art department right? She’s my neighbour - let me see what I can do.” You wiggle your eyebrows at Ruby and shoot Ms A a text: <div id="center-text">Open up your messaging app<div>(click-replace:"Open up your messaging app")[ <div id="left-text">''You:'' Hey Marie, sorry 2 bother u but im hanging out with Ruby rn (she goes to ur school) and she had this great idea to redo the station with the school art club – would look pretty good in the yearbook 👀 ''Marie:'' Hmmmmmmmmm ''Marie:'' You’ll owe me though ''You:'' ok fine ''Marie:'' I’m going away next month, you can house sit with Jabba, Obi, Padme, Leia, and Sir Flufferson for a week ''You:'' but im SO allergic to cats!! ''Marie:'' 😼😼😼😼😼<div> <div id="center-text">[[Put your phone down|C2TrainComPt2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") You gaze into the distance, deep in thought. You never thought you’d be needed again, and so soon; you swore those days were behind you. Turning to Ruby, deadly serious you ask “I need you to close your eyes for a moment, please?” She makes a show of squeezing her eyes shut, and you reach into your bag. You pull out a travel card, but this is no ordinary card! It shimmers and sparkles in the dim light, full of stars. You reach out and tap it on the card reader, feeling that familiar thrill, heart racing in your chest. <div id="center-text">Transformation time!<div>(click-replace:"Transformation time!")[ <div id="left-text">Ruby sneaks a peak and gasps, shocked at what she’s seeing – you, twirling, glowing in the darkness. The light takes over your body and when you stop spinning you’re wearing a midnight blue suit with a star-studded conductor's cap. An elegant white mask rests on your face, forming the iconic look of Conductor Mask, bold hero of the rails! “What the– you’re Conductor Mask?!” Ruby gestures wildly at your costume. “You’ve been the hero Conductor this whole time?” You wink at Ruby, deepening your voice slightly. “Hello, concerned citizen. I have no idea who you’re referring to, but I can assure you you’re in good hands. This station will be made safe for you and countless like you, or I am not the formidable Conductor Mask!” Man, you really ham it up in costume. “Shining Midnight Protection Justice!”<div> <div id="center-text">[[Unleash your special move!|C2TrainPolPt2]]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df37b2q-27ba96f4-6717-477d-b802-ba00fcf7368c.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/teen_trainc_by_jyiscool_df37b2q-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzN2IycS0yN2JhOTZmNC02NzE3LTQ3N2QtYjgwMi1iYTAwZmNmNzM2OGMucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.1dDlPUcT7hvwHTAxDd4xMZfYxFIT_pmybJ4rRED7vkU"> </div> You arrive pretty late to the event, but you don't mind as Ruby had a great time with her friends and she's even decided to sign up to the art club. (set: $ending to 5) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39k15-4b47576b-5f5a-42d9-896c-852ec1011d05.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/teen_trainp_by_jyiscool_df39k15-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWsxNS00YjQ3NTc2Yi01ZjVhLTQyZDktODk2Yy04NTJlYzEwMTFkMDUucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.DH8ZSxQKoBNmUsU6bIOMLKTFYA9t7fBkIs6BAJh9GaY"> </div> The two of you arrive just on time, and Ruby asks what your Protective Sailor name would be. You're leaning towards Amethyst or Opal, and Ruby is obviously, well, Ruby! (set: $ending to 6) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") Two young women are jogging past, slowing down as they see you and Ruby stopped and somewhat distressed. “Are you guys alright?” the one on the left asks. “Need a hand getting around?” “Ah, if you’re not too busy!” You reply, fairly sure she’s just asking to be nice. To your surprise she beckons her friend to follow and jogs up, asking how they should help. You notice they’re both carrying fluorescent packets of that weird energy gel, and an idea begins to form in your mind. “Hey Ruby, have you ever seen planes being directed around at the airport?” <div id="center-text">Hopefully Ruby gets the idea<div>(click-replace:"Hopefully Ruby gets the idea")[ <div id="left-text">She looks at you, embarrassed that you’re asking about airport trivia for some reason. “Uh, yeah? What does that have to do with this though?” She looks at the joggers for support and you watch as her eye catches the fluro packing and she catches on to the idea. “Wait! Could you two direct the traffic around us with those?” The second woman nods, considering the idea. “I’m Kate by the way, and that’s Kerri.” Kerri gives a friendly wink, and Kate continues on. “Yeah we could actually, why not? And it’s finally a use for this awful packaging! Don’t you hate how everything sporty has to be so… loud?”<div> [[<div id="center-text">She’s got a point<div>|C2BikeComPt2]]]

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") “Wait here. I’ll handle this.” You whip out a flip phone, and dial a long number from memory. Ruby stares at you, concerned that you’re using a phone older than her. “Tony. I’m calling in that favour you owe me.” You pause, listening to the man on the other end of the line. “Did I stutter? If I say you handle it, I mean you handle it. And listen, I’m with a kid - make it clean. Not like the last time, ya hear me?” Ruby starts to raise a hand, growing more alarmed by the second. “I’m on Smith next to the alley. Don’t keep me waiting.” You snap the phone shut, and throw it down the drain with a flourish. <div id="center-text">Pretty cool, right?<div>(click-replace:"Pretty cool, right?")[ <div id="left-text">“WHAT WAS THAT?!” Ruby cries, clearly not appreciating your sick phone throw. I mean seriously, that’s really hard to get on the first try. “Nothing Ruby, look at me - you never heard me make that call.” A black sedan with illegally tinted windows rolls up across the street, and a tall man in a black suit and sunglasses gets out. As he’s walking towards you, he moves his hand to grab something inside his jacket. <div> <div id="center-text">[[What the-|C2BikePolPt2]]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df37b2y-9120c363-6349-4126-9964-cc4926cb705f.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/teen_bikec_by_jyiscool_df37b2y-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzN2IyeS05MTIwYzM2My02MzQ5LTQxMjYtOTk2NC1jYzQ5MjZjYjcwNWYucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.E3RsEA9S0gLnPADVAxj7h5moQSw2_Qksy5h_4L4jquU"> </div> You arrive at the $destination, late but feeling good. Ruby spends your time at the festival bouncing ideas for various sports accessories off you, and by the end you've got many of your own. You even pick up a sports gel to refuel for the trip home! (set: $ending to 7) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df37b2s-899c88c8-6ef0-492f-b2d2-49c62c0f4071.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/teen_bikep_by_jyiscool_df37b2s-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzN2Iycy04OTljODhjOC02ZWYwLTQ5MmYtYjJkMi00OWM2MmMwZjQwNzEucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.rUl8F0lnn6Fw0okHacVix1QbnEEJTDHcj_Z5s8kY3H8"> </div> You arrive at the $destination tired but feeling good after your race, which Ruby won handily. If you're slightly more paranoid than usual that's your business - The Falcon wouldn't be at the festival. You think. (set: $ending to 8) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Walk") Today you and Grandpa have chosen to walk to the $destination. You are in the midst of an engaging conversation that has changed topics so many times you are unsure of what exactly it’s about. But regardless, the two of you are clearly enjoying it. “I think the point when I really decided I needed to change things up in life was when I realised… One day… I realised…” Grandpa tries to continue, but pauses, both mid-sentence and mid-stride, to take a breather. You notice that Grandpa’s walking frame is resting diagonally along the concrete. <div id="center-text">What’s up with this footpath?<div>(click-replace:"What’s up with this footpath?")[ <div id="left-text">“Jeez, this footpath’s quite bumpy, isn’t it?” you observe. “Ah not to worry, we’ve lived through bumpier times haven’t we?” he asks you with a chuckle, as he starts walking again. “Tell me about it,” you reply, thinking about everything that’s being going on in the world recently. “So as I was saying, I realised one day that I’d reached an age where I was older than Mum and Dad when they had my youngest sister,” Grandpa reminisces, “I remember every day, for weeks, months even, I’d always wake up and think what does that say about me?” It was a simple thought but it fascinates you. You give Grandpa a smile. “I—” suddenly Grandpa stumbles, his walking frame slipping out from underneath him. Fortunately, he is able to quickly move it and support himself, but he could have had a terrible fall there. <div> <div id="center-text">[[Grandpa!|C3WalkCompPt2]]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Tram") You and Grandpa have decided to take the tram to the $destination. The next tram’s not until a bit but that’s okay; you and Grandpa have taken a seat by the stop and are having a nice chat. “Grandpa, your beard!” you chuckle, pointing towards a puddle of bright-red jam on his magnificent white – and somewhat gnome-like – beard. It’s a bright sunny morning, so you and Grandpa just shared some donuts at a nearby café after doing some shopping and grabbing some meds for Gramps’ arthritis. “Ah what’s this?” Grandpa mutters, pawing at his chin with his handkerchief, “I haven’t been feasting on human blood absentmindedly, have I?” <div id="center-text">Nice one, Gramps<div>(click-replace:"Nice one, Gramps")[ <div id="left-text">You chuckle. “No Gramps, it’s jam. You don’t have the fangs for a vampire, after all. Or the fear of garlic.” “It’s true. I’d rather have the ability to eat garlic bread than to turn into a flock of bats – how often do you find yourself needing to do that anyway?” Grandpa looks away with a mischievous chuckle, “But I do wonder if Grandma would dig a Dracula accent…” The tram rolls up to the stop and you walk up the stairs and inside. Once you’re on board, you turn around and suddenly realise how much of an obstacle these stairs may pose to Grandpa. He attempts to get up the stairs with his walking frame but clearly isn’t able to, and stumbles back off. “Ah B-class trams… my greatest enemy” mumbles Grandpa. You look at the driver and he gives you a shrug. You don’t want to encourage him to force his way up and risk hurting himself. <div> <div id="center-text">[[How can we get there now!?|C3TramCompPt2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") If only there was somewhere nice nearby for Grandpa to rest, then he could regain his energy and we’d be on our way. If only you had a folding chair, or a nice bean bag fell out the sky, or you knew someone who could drop everything immediately and build a bench at an inhuman speed… //Wait!// You ring up the local men’s shed and briefly describe your predicament. “Yes just a small wooden bench, if that’s possible?” you ask, hoping against all hope that your somewhat insane request is achievable. “Wooden bench yep no worries. 5 minute job was it?” the gruff voice on the other end replies nonchalantly, as if they receive these requests several times a day. “You can //do// that!?” you ask, perplexed. “Are you the one next to the fella with the kind of gnome-looking beard?” the man asks. “No offence, of course.” “None taken. Wait how did you know—” you trail off, putting your phone down and looking up to see a large 5-seater ute with countless wooden planks in the boot roll up. 5 men a few years younger than Grandpa simultaneously get out and immediately get to work. <div id="center-text">How did they—what is going on!?<div>(click-replace:"How did they—what is going on!?")[ <div id="left-text">Before you can ask questions or engage in any kind of pleasantries, saws are buzzing, drills are whirring, and your brain is doing some combination of both, as it tries to process how dialling a number 30 seconds ago led to the outcome before your eyes. The men of the shed have set up a chain of rapid processes, speedily executing one task each, then passing pieces between each other, rotating between tasks and so on. It all reminds you of a complex choreographed dance. Except instead of moving their bodies to music, they’re making a bench in 5 minutes from scratch. Their highly streamlined workflow sends you and Grandpa into a loss for words. Literally. Each of you can only manage a few words at a time while you watch the supermen at work.<div> <div id="center-text">[[This must be what true mastery looks like...|C3WalkComPt2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") You look down the road and notice an old couple around a hundred metres behind you and Grandpa, also struggling to manoeuvre this bumpy footpath. That’s it, you think, someone’s gotta call the council and get this fixed. You call up your local council and express your concerns. They are very understanding but you can’t help but feel this call won’t amount to much. <div id="center-text">Time to find a real solution…<div>(click-replace:"Time to find a real solution…")[ <div id="left-text">“Thank you for your time but I’ve got to get back to helping my Grandpa. Unless of course you can magically repave the footpath,” you joke with the council worker. She is silent for a moment… Until you hear her speak to someone near her in a hushed voice. “//Henry//,” she whispers, “//release the ants//.” The //ants//? Why are they releasing ants!? She hangs up without another word. You turn to Grandpa with a sad smile and are ready to apologise when a flash of black appears in your periphery. You turn to the right only to notice another black flash to your left. You are snapping your head from left to right, up and down, trying to follow these illusive dark pulses. Suddenly a throne-like chair, lined with soft velvet, appears behind Grandpa. He sits down, gratefully perplexed, until the black flashes coalesce into solid figures that appear before you. “We are the ants. Please state your will, and we shall make it a reality,” their leader states. Him and his trio are clad in the most stereotypical of ninja gear, complete with hoods and face masks and stylish red headbands and belts.<div> <div id="center-text">[[Who in the world are these guys!?|C3WalkPolPt2]]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39eat-ea507448-2d15-44d0-9de0-89f0997d2524.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/gramps_walkc_by_jyiscool_df39eat-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWVhdC1lYTUwNzQ0OC0yZDE1LTQ0ZDAtOWRlMC04OWYwOTk3ZDI1MjQucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.iVE5E6zKfJKD4GYytMBnhcpVmgRffKHRPJF4qKISMpo"> </div> You and Grandpa arrive at the $destination considerably late. In return you receive the best possible rest you could have ever experienced in your life, from lounging on what could only be described as the platonic form of a bench. (set: $ending to 9) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df37b3z-729e6fdf-e78f-4290-97cc-acb22ee706ce.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/gramps_walkp_by_jyiscool_df37b3z-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzN2Izei03MjllNmZkZi1lNzhmLTQyOTAtOTdjYy1hY2IyMmVlNzA2Y2UucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.kIeNlCBCVW1xmYyGjvNYl6Km-U5UhcdMUqxILIPEinw"> </div> You reach the $destination on time. You and Grandpa enjoy your time so much there that your memories of those magical ninja folk also vanish into faint puffs of smoke. (set: $ending to 10) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39efw-da4d9223-321b-47e2-ade3-38614548526a.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/gramps_tramc_by_jyiscool_df39efw-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWVmdy1kYTRkOTIyMy0zMjFiLTQ3ZTItYWRlMy0zODYxNDU0ODUyNmEucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.1lEA-RtvQ199ln1n5gcWn2Wxmq6FxXjw3V_vYbOf5cQ"> </div> The two of you thank him profusely and share a laugh at the craziness that just transpired. You even make it to the $destination early, as the mini concert wrapped up just in time for your tram’s departure! (set: $ending to 11) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") You look around the tram in a slight panic, seeing if anyone can help you, but not really sure how. Maybe someone could help you carry Gramps, but would that really be safe? “You right there, mate?” a man with a mohawk and heavy black eye makeup calls out to you in a thick British accent. You don’t know how you didn’t see him, his friends and their heap of music equipment. “Yea, nah, it’s just, my Grandpa can’t get on the tram with his walking frame…” you mumble. “That’s daft design, that is. They don’t make these trains fit for everyone, eh?” he exclaims, more passionately than you expected, “you know what, maybe we could do something – trams not leaving till a few innit?” He looks around to his bandmates. “Naomi, Greg, howsabout we try a little something, whatcha think?” The other two give him a slight but firm nod. “Alright! There’s no problem a bit of rock ‘n roll won’t fix!” <div id="center-text">How is rock ‘n roll gonna fix anything?<div>(click-replace:"How is rock ‘n roll gonna fix anything?")[ <div id="left-text">They lug their music equipment out of the tram and get to business speedily setting up. “The soundwaves are gonna carry me onto the tram, are they?” asks Grandpa cheerily. You see his face redden from being put on the spot, several people have gathered around this scene, and all eyes from the tram are on him. “No mate. The soundwaves will lift the people, and they’ll do the rest.” He gives Grandpa a confident wink and turns to his bandmates. “’Right lads, lets hit it!” The sounds of hard punk rock boom out of their speakers. Mr. Mohawk starts shouting lyrics out in an edgy, anti-establishment fashion, in tune with his rapid guitar riffs. //LOOK AT THIS MAN! LOOK AT HIS BEAARRD!// //ITS SO LUSCIOUS! C’MON LET’S GET WEEIRRD//<div> <div id="center-text">[[Wow…|C3TramComPt2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") Cluelessly, you look around the train for any saving grace but find none. You come back to your senses, realising that there is no rush to visit the $destination today, and you can always resort to Plan B. You head off the tram, giving a polite nod to the tram driver. “Grandpa, let’s just chill for a bit, then we’ll head to the $destination in the future,” you tell Grandpa. “Alright, no problem,” Grandpa replies, giving you a look. “Ah… That’s what you mean!” You and Grandpa head home and check that no one’s around. You head upstairs, and Grandpa checks all the rooms downstairs. You rendezvous by the study and give each other a firm nod. You walk towards the large bookcase behind your father’s desk. Let’s see, you think, eighth shelf, sixteenth book from the left… Here! <div id="center-text">Time for Plan B<div>(click-replace:"Time for Plan B")[ <div id="left-text">You pull the aptly chosen Great Expectations from the shelf, and push the small red button hidden behind it. The bookcase begins retracting backwards, and is pulled aside behind the wall by a rumbling mechanism. When the rumbling stops, you and Grandpa step in without a word. “Alright champ, see you on the other side.” Grandpa says to you with a nod, and a firm handshake. “Make sure you take care of yourself over the years, you hear?”<div> <div id="center-text">[[See you in better times, Gramps...|C3TramPolPt2]]]<div>

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{(set: $destination to " ") (set: $companion to " ") (set: $travelType to " ") (set: $solutionMethod to " ") (set: $ending to 0)}

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39c6c-1351834f-b3e2-49bb-b0e6-2ecf087225dd.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWM2Yy0xMzUxODM0Zi1iM2UyLTQ5YmItYjBlNi0yZWNmMDg3MjI1ZGQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.bAKTEc3pZnk-oAukrtt29B8_CbqJL1y5lkos68pWlk0" width=116 height=227> </div> (set: $companion to "Neurodivergent") Sable is your best friend of about three years. You met at a local art meetup in the park, you were both sketching the same pigeon. They’re a fan of trashy reality tv, eccentric fashion, pasta and marine biology, and they aren’t afraid to tell you about it. Today, you and Sable are headed off to the CurioCity Festival! You’re both very excited - a bunch of your friends will be there, and Sable is dreaming of all the different food carts they’ll have available. The both of you live in the area, a short way out of the city, so you decide to travel together on public transport. Sable lets you decide how you're both getting to the $destination today: <div id="center-text">[[Train|Train Comp. 4]] [[Walking|Walk Comp. 4]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") As the two of you are considering rerouting your journey to avoid the overwhelm of the main streets, something catches your eye – a pop-up booth on the sidewalk, with a handful of volunteers standing around it. It intrigues you, so you gesture to Sable to go over and check it out. You walk up side by side to see what’s going on. A friendly face in a t-shirt with a logo of what you assume is a community volunteer group greets you cheerily. “Would you guys like some earplugs or a pair of sunnies?” They ask. “We know it can get pretty overwhelming in the city centre” The two of you are amazed, you’re shocked for just a moment before Sable gladly takes a pair of earplugs and, one side at a time, lifts up their headphones and inserts the plugs for an added layer of protection. You can see them relax almost instantly; a weight being lifted off their shoulders as more of the noise is now blocked out. <div id="center-text">Ask the volunteer about their work<div>(click-replace:"Ask the volunteer about their work")[ <div id="left-text">"What made you guys set this up?" “Oh, gladly! The city is a big, noisy place.” They say. “It’s full of noises and bright lights and lots of people. Sometimes, we’re unable to escape these things, as they’re just a part of life. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try to make them better!” You listen intently as they continue. “Everyone has different needs and different limitations. We’re just a handful of people trying to do small, simple things that don’t take a lot of money or time but can make a big difference in the experiences people have in the city.”<div> <div id="center-text">Grab some sunnies<div>](click-replace:"Grab some sunnies")[ <div id="left-text">You thank them for their time and take a pair of sunglasses, so you don’t have to squint the whole time. The relief you feel from not having to scrunch your face muscles is very nice, and you wonder if this sense of relief is just a little bit like what Sable feels when they’re able to escape the overwhelm of everyday life. As you continue down the streets with Sable, now much calmer, you think that you now understand even more about your friend.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You calmly walk to the festival|Walk Comp. 4 Community Ending]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") Although the street you’re on will take you directly where you need to go, it’s too overwhelming for Sable. You decide it’s better to take a detour, walking a block over to go around the busy streets. You should be able to lose minimal time while not having your senses completely bombarded, and after a short walk you notice that it’s getting really quiet. As you turn up the next street you think you can see why things seem so different. There’s freestanding banners on the sidewalks, a few cars on the road and a handful of people walking normally on the streets – but it’s so much calmer than the streets before! There’s also people in pink hi–vis vests standing holding fliers and signs and looking like they know things, so you decide to approach one of them. <div id="center-text">Ask what's going on<div>(click-replace:"Ask what's going on")[ <div id="left-text">“Is there an event on?” You ask. “Yeah! Every Wednesday on a few of the side streets of the city we now run a quiet hour!” A short woman smiles. You’re intrigued, and ask them to tell you more. “It’s cool, right? So, we do little things like reduce the traffic speed to minimise noise, and make the sidewalks one-way so it reduces competing foot traffic, makes things a little more streamlined” There’s real excitement in her voice, and you get the impression that this is something she’s personally very passionate about. “We also don’t allow buskers, and we’re petitioning for stricter monitoring of amplified busking in the whole city. It sounds like a lot, but because it’s mid-week and during off-peak hours it actually doesn’t affect the flow of people very much at all! It’s just like when the city holds a parade or a street fair. Plus, people are always able to take the regular, busier streets if they like.” She smiles at you and Sable, “We just wanted to make things a little easier for people who need it.”<div> [[<div id="center-text">Sweet! Grab a pamphlet<div>|C4WalkPolPt2]]]

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39nsv-575b07f5-acf9-44f2-9806-a121b63dd019.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/neuro_walkc_by_jyiscool_df39nsv-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOW5zdi01NzViMDdmNS1hY2Y5LTQ0ZjItOTgwNi1hMTIxYjYzZGQwMTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.9g-NtPGxhyQa5-f0HpzLD7VjYwEmtzhpRzGxcLu2MKQ"> </div> You arrive on time with Sable, but feeling less tired than you usually would after fighting through the crowded streets. You receive heaps of compliments on your snazzy new sunglasses, and you decide they're on heavy rotation in your wardrobe from now on. (set: $ending to 16) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Train") You stand at the train station, sun beating down on your skin. Man, it’s hot. You go to talk to Sable before remembering they’re wearing big headphones and definitely wouldn’t hear you. You wave at them and they turn to look at you, pulling one side of their headphones off their ear. “Are you excited?” “I am excited!” They look around and fidget from side to side. “It’s hot though, ugh. I feel disgusting, I'm so sweaty and it’s making my shirt stick to my torso.” You nod. You honestly feel the same way, feeling the way your hair is sticking to the sweat on your forehead. ”Today is gross, but it’ll be alright!” “You’re right” they remark. “Doesn’t feel like it though, lol.” Yes, they really did say ‘lol’ out loud. <div id="center-text">[[Hop on the train|C4TrainCompPt2]]<div>

(set: $travelType to "Walk") The two of you head down the street towards the city. You’re lucky to live close enough to walk, and every time rent comes around you have to remind yourself how grateful you are for the convenience. It’s going to be a bit of a walk, but with a friend by your side on a beautiful day, it’s not all bad. You’re both dressed lightly, but there’s no stopping the persistent sweat on your brows. It’s a tad uncomfortable in the heat and you can see Sable waving the front of their shirt back and forth to get some airflow. “Man, I did NOT think it’d be this hot today” you pant. “Ugh, neither.” Sable huffs. ”My clothes won’t stop sticking to my skin, it’s so gross and makes me feel disgusting.” Looking at them a bit closer now, you can see that they’re holding their arms out a bit and pulling the front of their shirt forward so as not to touch their skin to the fabric too much. You’ve seen them do this before on hot days, it must be awful to dislike the fabric of your own clothes. <div id="center-text">We’re not too far off now<div>(click-replace:"We’re not too far off now")[ <div id="left-text">“It sucks, but we’re not too far off now!” “Yeah, you’re not wrong. Not much longer.” They give a tired half smile, and you keep trekking. You continue on your walk, getting ever closer to the $destination. The streets are distinctly city-like now. There’s cars going every which way on their commutes, honking and revving; people crowding the sidewalks, talking and bumping into each other; and buskers on every other street with speakers you can hear down the block. You swear buskers never used to be that loud, is that even allowed? Either way, it’s quickly become quite a lot. Looking over at Sable, you can see telltale signs you’ve learnt from past experience that they are distressed. They’re chewing on their lip and tapping their fist to the side of their thigh rapidly in an attempt to self-soothe. <div> <div id="center-text">[[Get Sable's attention|C4WalkCompPt2]]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39kca-7f203ef1-7d14-44de-bc0e-ab5f29c40254.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/neuro_walkp_by_jyiscool_df39kca-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWtjYS03ZjIwM2VmMS03ZDE0LTQ0ZGUtYmMwZS1hYjVmMjljNDAyNTQucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.YgZNj48BS_MmGxrRowoRLt9rdwQs5JLDMnjZ-pz_nYg"> </div> You both arrive slightly late due to the detour, but far less stressed as you didn't have to push through the crowded main street. You were able to have a great conversation as you walked, and the two of you chart out your walk back to use as much of the quiet streets as possible. Looks like you're changing your regular walk into the city for good! (set: $ending to 15) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Community") As you sit there thinking, your train pulls into the next station. It’s probably a good idea to take a break from the train at the moment, so you gesture to Sable and you both hop off the train to take a breather. You find a nice park right across the street from the station, it’s far quieter there with some shady trees to lie under. It’s almost blissful. You sit down under a big tree and appreciate the importance of public parks, but when your butt hits the ground it also hits something that certainly isn’t grass. <div id="center-text">Ow!<div>(click-replace:"Ow!")[ <div id="left-text">“Ow!” Sable looks over at you in confusion; honestly, you probably look the same. You reach down to find the culprit assaulting your rear, and find… A bubble wand? “Woah… Weird!” the two of you say in tandem. Now, you’d think that finding a stray toy in the park wouldn’t shock you too much, but this bubble wand is different to any you’ve seen before. It’s magical, you just know it. “Well, what are you waiting for, wave it!” Sable is practically bouncing with excitement next to you.<div> <div id="center-text">[[Wave it|C4TrainComPt2]]]<div>

(set: $solutionMethod to "Policy") As you sit there thinking, your train pulls into the next station. It’s probably a good idea to take a break from the train for a moment, so you gesture to Sable and you both hop off the train together to take a breather. While looking around for a seat, your eyes land on something you swear was never here before – a crane game! It’s brightly coloured, exciting and full of… toy trains? Not exactly the prize you expected to see inside there, but like any normal person, you are unable to resist an arcade game. You scrounge around your pockets and bags to find a single gold coin – popping it into the slot and pressing the button to start lights up the inside of the game. With Sable manning the joystick and you off to the side giving instructions, the two of you hone in on a pink, white and blue train. With sweat on your brows, Sable presses the button to release the claw. Your eyes track its movements down, down, down, the claw opens, <div id="center-text">And...<div>(click-replace:"And...")[ <div id="left-text">Success! The claw wraps securely around the toy – and as it does, you hear a great KER-CHUNK behind you that makes you jump. Turning around suddenly, you can’t believe what you’re seeing. As a giant crane claw pulls away into the sky, it’s left behind a big, beautiful, pink, white and blue train carriage, sitting just behind the train carriage you departed not minutes ago. This carriage, though, has a big sign on the side that says, “Quiet Carriage”. It’s exactly what you needed! You run excitedly over to the train, marvelling at its shiny, colourful glory. A conductor walks up alongside you and gestures for you to board. The two of you look at each other, grinning widely before hopping on and taking your seats. The overhead lights are far gentler, the seat cushions are soft and there’s signage posted reminding passengers to respect others and keep volume to a minimum. It’s exactly what you needed. As the train prepares to take off, the conductor wishes you and the other passengers a safe and relaxing journey.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Sable arrive at the festival, feeling very relaxed|Train Comp. 4 Policy Ending]]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39k10-d6b126e6-84f4-4105-b2d4-bf796052d2a1.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/neuro_trainc_by_jyiscool_df39k10-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWsxMC1kNmIxMjZlNi04NGY0LTQxMDUtYjJkNC1iZjc5NjA1MmQyYTEucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.lEjCeK92xBOP8CxO55tT28_4psP33CqqEABQqZleF54"> </div> The two of you turn heads as you roll into the $destination. You're late, but honestly had so much fun in your magic bubbles that you don't even care! (set: $ending to 13) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

</style> <img src="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c83cbdbf-6318-45ca-92c6-18e71d9fc41b/df39c84-0536488c-1e13-4a37-96ff-cdd1ae7b37fc.png/v1/fill/w_894,h_894,strp/neuro_trainp_by_jyiscool_df39c84-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2M4M2NiZGJmLTYzMTgtNDVjYS05MmM2LTE4ZTcxZDlmYzQxYlwvZGYzOWM4NC0wNTM2NDg4Yy0xZTEzLTRhMzctOTZmZi1jZGQxYWU3YjM3ZmMucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.sEqyR5733UmKmnTvAo7XEPP6nC0bEb5mcj1JZt9l36Q"> </div> Sable and you enjoy the rest of your ride in peace, relaxing before you arrive at the $destination. Sable enjoys the festival, feeling calm after your journey. Even though you don't have the same sensory issues, you know you'll probably opt for the quiet option from now on too. (set: $ending to 14) <div id="center-text">[[Fin |Ending Page]]<div>

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You quickly grab him before he presses it, and gets you fined. “Don’t press things Trevor we’ll get into trouble. And I’m not lying. And it’s twitching, not stitching. And please be quiet. Please, Trevor, just twenty more minutes and we’ll be off the train. Could you just sit still for me for twenty tiny minutes please?” You look at him with puppy eyes and a frown, and suddenly realise you’re pleading with the child instead of setting the rules yourself. What happened to your dignity? You were a strong, capable member of society until you decided that babysitting a 4 year old for one day wouldn’t be too difficult. Trevor responds by running around the carriage, yelling “Liar! Liar! Pants on fire! Something-something telephone wire!” He swings around the handholds, bumping into a stern-looking man in a suit and yelling “Sorry Mister!”. <div id="center-text">Quick, you need to stop him!<div>(click-replace:"Quick, you need to stop him!")[ <div id="left-text">You try to grab him but he’s running around too quickly. You almost lose your balance from the train slowing down and Trevor points and laughs, before promptly going back to yelling and prancing around. The man looks from Trevor to you pointedly, frowning. You need to do something about this, but what kind of solution would be better?<div> <div id="center-text">[[Grab the troublemaker and get off the train ASAP!!|Train Comp. 1 Community]] [[Retreat into the depths of your mind for a saving grace|Train Comp. 1 Policy]]]<div>

You and the lady are taken aback by the question, but you both realise that there indeed are jars of fresh jam and bags of locally grown peanuts at two different stalls. “I don’t see why not,” the lady replies enthusiastically, “why don’t we make one together?” You stand back in awe as Trevor and the lady grab a few ingredients and tools, whip together a quick peanut butter, and assemble the sandwich. Trevor thanks the lady without you asking him to, and returns to you with the peanut butter and jam sandwich in a brown paper bag. Trevor skips along happily on your way back to the station, munching away on his sandwich. He even asks you if you want half. You tell him that he deserves to eat it all after his hard work. <div id="center-text">[[You and Trevor catch the next train to the $destination|Train Comp. 1 Community Ending]]<div>

You assure him you’re alright and ask how this carriage came about. The two of you get talking and he introduces himself as the father of the little girl Trevor’s playing with. He tells you he was actually the one that proposed the idea of a family carriage to our local MP just last year after noticing how many young families like his took this line, and how busy and loud it could get with small children running about. This was the first trial play-carriage in the city to be introduced, and it was met with overwhelming praise! You and the man sit peacefully as Trevor and his daughter enjoy the remainder of the train ride, and Trevor regretfully follows you out the carriage when you arrive at your stop. “Can we go on the train again? Trains are so cool!” He pleads afterwards. <div id="center-text">He’s a real cutie now, isn’t he...<div>(click-replace:"He’s a real cutie now, isn’t he...")[ <div id="left-text">“Sure thing buddy,” you reply. Ah, if only he knew.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Trevor exit the station and arrive at the festival|Train Comp. 1 Policy Ending]]]<div>

“Trevor! You alright there buddy?” His lips start trembling and tears begin to well at the corners of his eyes. “And WHY do all the cars have to go SO FAST!?” he shrieks, breaking down into tears and sobs. You try to comfort him with reassuring pats on the head. Trevor get back up on his feet with your help, you reach to grab his hand again but he quickly swipes it away. “I’m not walking on this silly road anymore!” Trevor declares, scrunching up his face into a little red weepy ball and pouting his lips in defiance. <div id="center-text">Hey…<div>(click-replace:"Hey…")[ <div id="left-text">“C’mon Trevor…” “No! It’s not my fault the road is bad!” he argues, and again you are left without the words to form a response. Clearly you’ve got to do something about this… but what what kind of solution would be better?<div> <div id="center-text">[[Call in every single favour at once|Walk Comp. 1 Community]] [[Devise a mischievously brilliant plan|Walk Comp. 1 Policy]]]<div>

You and Trevor devour some pizza, guzzle some lemonade, boogie to some tunes and go back to your walk. You end up walking down another boring street closer to your destination, but Trevor is still buzzing with residual excitement, and is simply in too good of a mood to care. <div id="center-text">[[You finally arrive at the $destination for the festival|Walk Comp. 1 Community Ending]]<div>

You chuckle; you can almost feel their fear. Your chuckle stops abruptly however when the car parks in the middle of the side street with hazard lights on, the driver getting out and heading your way. That logo on the side of the car… You look down to the childish rendition of it on your fake council worker lanyard, and back up to the car again. Oh no. “What’re you up to there, mate?” the real council worker woman asks you, raising an accusatory eyebrow. <div id="center-text">Oh no, oh no, oh no!<div>(click-replace:"Oh no, oh no, oh no!")[ <div id="left-text">“I um,” you quickly pocket your phone and rip off your lanyard. “N-nothing ma’am, uh, friend.” She reaches up and gently takes off your fake glasses and hands them to you. “Sorry, I can’t take you seriously with these things on. So, are you going to tell me why you were clearly trying to impersonate a council worker, or not?” “I-impersonate…?” you chuckle unconvincingly. “Okay, look. The speed limits on this road are too high. It’s scaring Trevor here.” She is shocked for a minute, and tilts her head in confusion. Squinting at you as if to say: THAT’S why your impersonating a council worker? <div> <div id="center-text">Pray she doesn't arrest you!<div>](click-replace:"Pray she doesn't arrest you!")[ <div id="left-text">“Well, if that’s really it, then that’s an easy fix. You see the speed limit signs on this road are all electronic.” She replies cordially. “And besides, I think you and Trevor are right. The limits on this road are too high.” She makes a few phone calls, and then motions towards the signs. Sure enough, the limits have all been reduced by a whopping 20km/h! You and Trevor thank the lady and continue on your journey. Trevor is no longer concerned about the cars speeding along… And is now only concerned about how boring this street is.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You drag Trevor along the boring street to the festival|Walk Comp. 1 Policy Ending]]]<div>

“OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Ruby shouts. “IS HE GONNA WHACK US?!” The man keeps walking smoothly, and pulls out… a clipboard! You wink at Ruby, and gesture for her to watch as the man sets about his task. With lightning speed he fills out forms on his clipboard, and slaps them onto the offending cars! Out of nowhere a tow truck appears, suited men jumping out and moving the cars in the blink of an eye. Men in black suits are pouring in, leaving barriers preventing cars from entering the bike lane, and signs banning parking to boot! The first man - Tony - walks over, and solemnly shakes your hand. “The debt is paid.” Your grip is firm. He nods slightly, and lets go of your hand. “The Falcon will be pleased. Pray we never meet again.” <div id="center-text">Get back on your bike<div>(click-replace:"Get back on your bike")[ <div id="left-text">You turn to Ruby and gesture at the cleared lane with a flourish. “Aren’t I just the best! Let’s go, before we’re late!” She grins in return and shifts her bike under her, ready to race off. “Race you!” Ruby wins the race to the $destination. Very, very easily.<div> <div id="center-text">[[Defeated, you arrive to the festival with Ruby.|Bike Comp. 2 Policy Ending]]]<div>

Loud chatter grabs your attention and you look up. A gaggle of young girls are entering the station accompanied by Ms A, all holding various tools and equipment to give the station a serious make-over. Ruby gasps and blurts “Okimgoingovertherenowthanksbyeeee!” and skips off to meet them. The girls go wild, covering each ad with loud pink and blue spray paint, and manage to run fairy lights over and around a set of benches they’ve built in what seems like no time at all. You chat with Marie for a while, until the train finally rolls into the station, and make a metal note to stock up on antihistamines after you’ve visited the $destination. Ruby is grinning and talks animatedly about her new friends for the whole journey, and you decide that a week of cat hell is a small price to pay for her happiness. <div id="center-text">[[Forget about catsitting! You've arrived at the $destination|Train Comp. 2 Community Ending]]<div>

Three women in brightly coloured vests burst into the station, and immediately get to work improving the station. Their leader, a tall PSO in a red vest walks over to you both and introduces herself as Protector Sailor Garnet, and the other two as PS Aquamarine and PS Emerald. They quickly get to work, PS Aquamarine replacing the lights and speaker system in the station and PS Emerald changing out the ads for signs with numbers to report abuse and other issues. Ruby is beaming, confident standing with her new idol PS Garnet. <div id="center-text">Nice one, you<div>(click-replace:"Nice one, you")[ <div id="left-text">You turn to Ruby and the officers, smiling. “My work here is done.” “But you didn’t do anything…” Ruby replies, confused. Seizing your moment you swish your cape and spin, your costume magically changing back to your regular clothing. “Haha,” you say “how wild was that Conductor Mask person? Man, what I wouldn’t give to be that cool!” Ruby stares at you flatly. “Yeah. So cool.” She mercilessly ribs you about your double life for the rest of the wait for the train, but adds that she’s glad that the PSOs made her feel safe to wait it out with a wimp like you.<div> <div id="center-text">[[The train finally arrives and you make it to the $destination|Train Comp. 2 Policy Ending]]]<div>

But you really need to take the tram to make it, you’ve walked too far out of your way by now to get all the way to the $destination on foot. “Sure wish I could turn into a flock of bats now, hey?” Grandpa jokes. Your laughter belies the concern you’re feeling right now, as you struggle to think of a solution to this problem. You’ve got to do something… but what? <div id="center-text">[[Look around to see if anyone on the tram can help|Tram Comp. 3 Community]] [[Leave the tram and resort to Plan B |Tram Comp. 3 Policy]]<div>

You stand in awe as the crowd riles up, cheering and clapping and chanting for Grandpa. //C’MON GRANDPA! GRANDPA! GRANDPA!// Mohawk man keeps the chant going, and soon people are crowding around Grandpa, you try to make your way through the pack and try to stay close to him. The chants get louder and the riffs get wilder, intensified by a frantic drum beat. You notice a couple that looks like they’ve just left the gym wade through the crowd, they look at you and Gramps and motion to lift him up, saying something that is reduced to gibberish from all the noise. You and Grandpa exchange a glance and he nods, you nod towards the couple and grab his walking frame. They carefully begin lifting him up. The crowd joins and soon Grandpa is lifted way above your head! “Woohoo!” Grandpa yells, “thank you everyone, thank you!” Grandpa slowly rides the wave of the crowd onto the tram, the driver clapping and cheering along. <div id="center-text">Grandpa’s on the tram! It’s a miracle!!<div>(click-replace:"Grandpa’s on the tram! It’s a miracle!!")[ <div id="left-text">“THANK YOU EVERYONE! That’s all we have for today!” yells Mohawk, him and his bandmates already in the process of packing things up again. Minutes later the situation has dissolved and the tram heads off. “What’d I tell youse? Bit o’ music, and the people do the rest.” Mohawk says to you and Grandpa.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Grandpa hop off the tram and arrive at the festival|Tram Comp. 3 Community Ending]]]<div>

“I will Grandpa. Thank you. Sleep well.” You open up the cryogenic chamber and Grandpa crawls in, getting comfortable. The chamber’s glass lid closes and he gives you the thumbs up, and you activate the cryogenic preservation system routine. Grandpa closes his eyes as his body is preserved in ice for the indefinite future. Until better times come, when you can go outside and head to a place like the $destination via tram without having to worry about accessibility issues. You go on with your life, hopeful that such a time comes. --- One day in the distant future, you awake and groggily scroll through news articles on your phone. The rollout of accessible tram services in the City has finally reached completion, according to the Department of Transport. This includes ensuring all running trams feature a low-floor, and all stops feature a level-access. <div id="center-text">YES!!<div>(click-replace:"YES!!")[ <div id="left-text">Yes! You pump your fist in excitement. The day has finally come. It only took a decade or so! Now you can finally go to the $destination with Grandpa. You run to the study and let Grandpa out of the cryogenic chamber. “Ice to see you again!” Gramps says upon exiting, naturally. You make sure to give him a warm bowl of tomato soup, and then the two of you hit the streets once more, this time with no doubts in your mind that you will reach your destination.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Grandpa arrive at the $destination (luckily, the festival is still running all these years later)|Tram Comp. 3 Policy Ending]]]<div>

You look at Grandpa with concern, then examine the ground. Sure enough there is another large bump in the concrete, but this time a tree root has snaked its way from the nearby garden bed and worked its way through the footpath. “Well… I guess they… call it a concrete jungle… for a reason… hey?” Grandpa jokes, his comedic integrity not dismantling in the slightest despite his panting for breath. “Gramps… I think we should take a break. This footpath is really quite dangerous.” You say. Though Grandpa is definitely the ‘soldier on’ type, he is still breathing heavily and does not even bother trying to feign being capable of continuing. You look up and down the street. There doesn’t seem to be anywhere you can stop to rest. And continuing onwards doesn’t seem wise with the state of this footpath… There must be something you can do to help Grandpa… but what is it? <div id="center-text">[[Desperately try to think of anyone that can help you|Walk Comp. 3 Community]] [[Ring up the council and make a complaint|Walk Comp. 3 Policy]]<div>

“Ants? You three are ants!?” you respond, absolutely dumbfounded by their introduction. “Is it because you’re dressed in black?” Grandpa asks from behind them. “NO! We are //the// ANTs. A-N-T. The Accessibility Ninja Technicians. ANTs for short. Please state your wi—” “Yep, gotcha. So you see this road is incredibly bumpy, there’s even tree roots coming through the concrete. Don’t suppose you ANTs could do anything about that?” “Dave, re-paving. Kevin, accessible kerbs. Rendezvous for widening corners.” The ANT leader whispers quick orders to his crew. <div id="center-text">HUH!?!?<div>(click-replace:"HUH!?!?")[ <div id="left-text">“Wait, what? Kerbs, corners? I didn’t say anything about that!” you exclaim in utter confusion, but your words are in vain. Dave speeds down the street, running with steadfast arms extended out behind him. Sparkling luminescent specks rain from his arms, and upon contact with the footpath they… seem to re-pave them… magically!? Kevin sprints down to crossings with steep kerbs and his hands move at a terrifying speed, leaving behind small bright yellow platforms that provide a smooth ramp down from the curb. You never even considered it but you’re sure Grandpa and many others would appreciate that little platform a great deal. The three of them meet up at a sharp corner leading to an adjacent street, and in a flurry of movement the footpath around the street corner is widened significantly, reducing the risk of collisions. “Magical ninjas… And I thought I’d seen everything,” mutters Grandpa, shaking his head in awe. The trio run back up to you and Grandpa, nod in acknowledgement, and instantaneously disappear, leaving only faint puffs of smoke behind them.<div> [[<div id="center-text">Wow…<div>|C3WalkPolPt3]]]

You: “Wow.” Grandpa: “Yeah.” You: “Didn’t you used to be part of a men’s shed?” Grandpa: “Yeah. Not this one though.” You: “Right. Yeah these guys are…” Grandpa: “Something else.” You: “Something else entirely…” With perfectly synchronised movements, the men turn around to you and Grandpa and nod, then hop back in their ute. You see them stop a hundred or so metres down the road, and are already halfway through making seating at a bus stop when you realise what they’re doing. Suddenly you hear a groan from behind you. <div id="center-text">Grandpa!<div>(click-replace:"Grandpa!")[ <div id="left-text">“Grandpa!” you yelp, turning to see Grandpa lounged out on the bench, his limbs sprawled out and his face lost in a deep rest. He’s asleep…? Already? You sit down on the edge of the bench out of curiosity, and as soon as your bottom touches the soothing surface of the wood, a chilling calmness spreads throughout your entire body. Gradually, you feel each and every muscle in your body loosen up, every fibre of every single nerve ease and each cell in your bloodstream reach its perfect temperature. You have achieved what some would call a physiological enlightenment, each system at work in your body in perfect harmony with each other.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Grandpa get up slowly and walk your enlightened bodies to the $destination|Walk Comp. 3 Community Ending]]]<div>

You hop on the train once it arrives, luxuriating in the cold, conditioned air that washes over you. You take a seat and Sable winces as their arms touch the back of the seat. “Are you alright?” you ask. “Yeah, yeah I'm alright” they nod. “I always forget how spikey the fabric of the seats are. I can never sit back comfortably when I take the train.” They lean forward awkwardly so as not to have any skin touching the seat behind them. You never considered how something as small as the material on the seats could be a lot for them; it never bothered you, but now that you sit here touching them you suppose they are a tad rough. I guess whoever decided on this fabric was more like you than like Sable. The train is busy, looks like everyone is going to the festival. There’s a group of teens all gossiping excitedly, tweens watching tiktoks, and a mum with a gaggle of young kids - and they’re all very energetic. Needless to say, it’s loud in here. You look at Sable, whose headphones are snug but the music is so loud you can hear the muffled bass leaking out. They’re rocking back and forth slightly, and you can see them softly but quickly whacking their hands together; one closed fist into the other open palm. This behaviour isn’t exactly abnormal, but you’ve yet to see these all combined at once. <div id="center-text">Get Sable's attention<div>(click-replace:"Get Sable's attention")[ <div id="left-text">You wave a little off to the side of their field of view, trying to gently get their attention without startling them. They blink a couple times before turning to you and apologising. “Sorry, I'm a little out of it right now.” They sigh. “It’s easier to zone out then be present when you’re overwhelmed, yknow?” You offer them a sympathetic look and encourage them to talk more about it - but only if they’d like to, of course. Sable grumbles “These seats suck, everyone is so loud, and my clothes are sticking to me. And if that wasn’t bad enough? The lights are ALWAYS on! And they're SO BRIGHT! It’s THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY!” They take a deep breath. You think about how trains are often uncomfortable for autistic people. What kind of solution would be good to help Sable feel better?<div> <div id="center-text">[[Take a break together|Train Comp. 4 Community]] [[Hop off the train and find a solution|Train Comp. 4 Policy]]]<div>

Well, here goes nothing! You stand up and make a big arc over your head with the wand, watching the iridescent bubble wobble and warp as it grows in size, getting bigger and bigger and oh boy this is a big bubble until - pop! The sphere encases the two of you completely. Sable stands up and the two of you stare with amazement at your new enclosure. They walk up to the barrier and gently stick a finger out to touch it. You brace yourself for it to pop, but the bubble just stretches and bounces back to its original shape. It’s really quiet in here, and Sable seems to notice as as they take off their headphones. <div id="center-text">You have a brilliant idea<div>(click-replace:"You have a brilliant idea")[ <div id="left-text">Suddenly, you have a brainwave. “Hold on, I've got an idea.” You step up to the edge of the bubble, raise both hands up and push. Exactly as you were hoping, the whole thing rolls! You look back at Sable with a huge grin on your face and tell them “It’s just like a big hamster ball!” Their mouth turns into a big smile and they put their hands on the bubble alongside yours, “Cmon,” They say, “We can roll this thing all the way to the festival!” On the count of three, the two of you synchronise your steps like oversized gerbils and roll and bounce your way downtown to meet your friends. It’s a blast and you can’t help but wish you could travel everywhere like this.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You roll and bounce the rest of the way to the festival|Train Comp. 4 Community Ending]]]<div>

You wave a little off to the side of their field of view, trying to gently get their attention without startling them. They blink a couple times before turning to you and apologising. “Sorry, I'm a little out of it right now.” They sigh. “It’s easier to zone out then be present when you’re overwhelmed, you know?” They grumble a bit. “I hate the main busy streets. There’s too many people, cars are too loud and the buskers DEFINITELY should not be allowed to have their speakers up that high!!” They take a deep breath before continuing. “NOBODY seems to understand PERSONAL SPACE out here!!” The city can often be overwhelming for autistic people to navigate, maybe there’s some way we can make this easier for Sable? <div id="center-text">[[Work through this together|Walk Comp. 4 Community]] [[Find an alternative solution|Walk Comp. 4 Policy]]<div>

<div id="left-text">“I know! Sometimes I want something that’s not just Big Sporty Drink Extra Sport Power! Arghhhh! At least it’ll help us now.” Ruby laughs, and the women whip out their sport gels and jog beside you, warding the traffic off. The second woman Kate and Ruby chat happily about the woes of ugly sportswear and by the end you think they’re about to launch their own rival brand. Something about it being empowering without being girly or too aggressive? This marketing talk is going right over your head. Can’t really make them taste any better anyway, which is the real issue.<div> <div id="center-text">You’re clearly not the target market<div>(click-replace:"You’re clearly not the target market")[ <div id="left-text">Kate and Kerri finish leading you around the cars, and Ruby exchanges social media handles with Kerri. You’re witnessing the start of a sporting empire. “Thanks again guys! And hey-” Ruby turns to you, grinning “I think we might have just invented a new use for energy goo too!”<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Ruby can ride to the festival|Bike Comp. 2 Community Ending]]]<div>

<div id="left-text">You and Grandpa are left in a daze. But after lounging on his throne and experiencing this once-in-a-lifetime demonstration, you and Grandpa are rejuvenated, and ready to continue on your journey.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Granpda walk the rest of the way to the festival in a stunned silence|Walk Comp. 3 Policy Ending]]<div>

<div id="left-text">Needless to say, you’re kind of amazed. You thank the worker and take one of the pamphlets – it’s an informational sheet about sensory sensitivities and the importance of the work they do. Sable leads you across the road to the left side, following the flow of foot traffic as instructed by a series of friendly workers. Looking over at Sable you can see them looking much calmer now. You walk with Sable, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.<div> <div id="center-text">[[You and Sable enjoy a peaceful walk to the festival|Walk Comp. 4 Policy Ending]]<div>