Gotham Memoirs: 1-3 Celebratory Party

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My article on the hospital patient has been published. I envisioned it would jump-start my career, but instead...

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• Style:
• Gifts: Languid Jazz
• Event Logs: Prohibition
• Recommended: Languid Jazz, Swinging Beat
• Perfect Score: ~850
• Rewards: 3,000 , 3 Reader's Coupons, Pro Reporter, Blueprint: Public Interest, 1 Gift Material, 1 Crafting Material

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A slim person could slip through...

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• Turn into the Alley
  • Obtain ending "Death in an Alley"

Transcript

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• The streets of New York are as bustling as ever this morning, even as the spring winds muss up commuters' hair.
• You: (Sun News should be publishing my article today...)

• You: (I hope I didn't exaggerate too much...)

• My stomach tightens.
• You: (Sigh... I wonder if the article will be well received...)

• Newsboy: Breaking news! A crazed woman and her broken family! More on Sun News!

• I turn towards the voice and find a shabbily dressed newsboy.
• I approach the child after the other customers leave.
• Newsboy: Hello, ma'am! Breaking news in Sun News! Grab a copy before we're sold out!

• You: Alright, give me a copy.

• The boy beams brightly and hands over the newspaper I asked for.

• Newspaper: A crazed woman and her broken family

• Amazing! The Chief really did put my article on the front page!
• Suppressing my excitement, I head for the newspaper office.

• I wait at the office for hours before the Chief arrives.
• The Chief: Today's sales hit a new record! The highest this year!

• The Chief bursts through the doors and shouts the good news.
• The Chief: We even beat the Mandarin Daily today!

• The Chief: You're attending the New York Press Dinner Party with me tonight, Elizabeth. It starts at 8. Don't be late!

• You: (Huh? Did I just get invited to something really important?)

• Shortly after, I hear disgruntled whispers from my colleagues.
• Jason: Does he really want "Truthseeker Elizabeth" at the dinner party?

• Mary: But you promised to take me to the dinner party, Uncle Martin!

• Mary: You don't mean to bring that country bumpkin do you? She has no business going to a dinner party!

• The Chief: Silence!

• The Chief: Elizabeth earned this, so keep your opinions to yourselves!

• You: (Unbelievable! Can a single article really affect sales that much?)

• The Chief: You don't believe me?

• The Chief: You silly girl. Nothing is impossible in New York!

• You: I-I-I believe you! But I've never been to a dinner party. I...

• The Chief: You worry too much. Just look pretty. I'll be there to help you.

• You: Y-yes... I'll be there...

• The rest of the day passes in a blur...

• Even though I start preparing two hours in advance, I'm not used to wearing heels and end up being late.
• You: (Oh dear, it's already 8.30. I wonder if the Chief is still waiting for me...)

• I try to enter the establishment but two men dressed in black suits stop me.
• You: Good evening, gentlemen. I'm Elizabeth Colvin, a reporter for the Sun News. I'm here for the dinner party.

• Strong Man: May I see your invitation card?

• You: The Chief has the invitation cards. I'll find him and get him to show them to you!

• Someone approaches...
• ???: Oh, Miss Colvin! Hey, do me a favor and let her through.

• Strong Man: Oh! You're Mr. Harris' friend?

• Strong Man: I apologize for being rude!

• You: Thank you, sir. Erm... How do you know me?

• Harris: Hahahaha! Everyone knows who Elizabeth Colvin is after reading your article in the Sun News!

• Harris: We're fashionably late, but let's not push it! Shall we continue this inside?

• You: Yes! Gladly!

• The venue is full of the New York press elite.
• People are scattered around, making small talk with glasses of alcohol in hand.
• Being so close to so many industry luminaries makes my heart beat in excitement.
• You: (My efforts have finally paid off! This is a new beginning for me!)

• The Chief: Elizabeth!

• The Chief is standing beside a champagne tower and waving at me.
• You: There you are, Chief!

• The Chief: James, meet Elizabeth Colvin, the pride of Sun News!

• Mandarin Daily Chief: Aha! The famous Miss Colvin! It's a pleasure to meet you!

• The Chief: How does it feel to lose in sales? I hope you get used to it quickly! In future--

• Before the Chief can finish his sentence, a waiter approaches him and whispers into his ear.
• The Chief: Ahem. Excuse me for a moment...

• The Chief leaves in a hurry.
• You: (It must be something urgent.)

• Mandarin Daily Chief: Care for a glass of champagne, Miss Colvin? It's not every day we get to sample something like this.

• You: (I may not agree with Prohibition, but aren't they flaunting the law too blatantly?)

• Mandarin Daily Chief: I've read your article. Your flair has left me deeply impressed!

• Mandarin Daily Chief: A talented young woman like yourself should be given more opportunities. Here's my business card.

• You: Thank you!

• I continue exchanging pleasantries until the Chief returns.
• The Chief: Come with me, we need to talk.

• You: What's up, Chief?

• The Chief: You're fired, Elizabeth.

• You: What?

• The Chief: You heard me. You're fired.

• You: Wait. What? No. You were just praising me for my article?

• The Chief: I don't want to repeat myself a third time. You can come in tomorrow to pack your things.

• The Chief tries to leave.
• Shocked, I grab onto his sleeve.
• You: Wait! I don't understand! What happened?

• The Chief: Nothing is impossible in New York, Elizabeth Colvin.

• The Chief: Take your hand off me. I don't want to cause a scene and disgrace you further.

• The panic in my voice attracts the attention of the surrounding people.
• They smirk while watching the situation unfold.
• I timidly release the Chief and walks off.
• I... I can't stay here any longer...

• I shiver as I drag my feet throughout the night... The streets feel unusually cold today...
• You: (I thought I would have a place at Sun News as long as I could produce results...)

• Life always proves to be unpredictable, however. The article was a failure. I even lost my job...
• I should have listened to my parents. I shouldn't have come to New York...
• Months of hard work down the drain. My dreams were shattered in minutes...
• You: (If nothing is impossible in New York, why can't something good happen to me?)

• I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I fear the worst.
• You: (W-who could it be? At this hour...)

• You: (Could it be a mugger? No. No it can't be. Please just be a passerby!)

• Despite quickening my pace, the footsteps draw closer... I grow increasingly uneasy.
• You: (Oh no. He's following me! I need to get away!!)

• I hear a gunshot further down the street. Surprised, I stop and look around. I notice a small alley partially blocked by debris. A slim person could slip through...

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• That couldn't have been a gunshot. I must be hearing things. I run forward. The footsteps continue to draw closer.
• My fears threaten to overwhelm me. My palms grow sweaty and I begin trembling.
• You: (Where is everyone!? Why are the streets completely empty!?)

• Just before my anxiety reaches its peak, I spot a man standing across the road.
• I summon the rest of my strength and sprint towards him.
• I clench my fists tightly to calm myself before I call out to him.
• I grab onto the man and begin pleading for help.
• You: Please, sir! There is a strange person following me! Please help me!

• He looks at me, annoyed. I seem to have broken his train of thought.
• You: I'm sorry, sir. But I don't have any other options. Please help me!

• I freeze the moment he smiles at me. I begin to wonder if I made the right choice.
• He takes my purse from me and straightens my shawl.
• He places his arm around my shoulders, as if he knows me.

• ???: Calm down, my dear. I won't leave you all alone.

• You: I-I... I know! But I missed you so!

• ???: Get in.

• You: (Just pretending to know me would be sufficient. Why does he want me to get in his car?)

• He notices my hesitation...

• ???: Aren't your feet tired, nurse?

• My memory jolts when he calls me "nurse".

• ???: Nurse...?

• You: You?

• I immediately board the black Ford sedan.

• Finally feeling safe, I begin to relax.
• You: Oww... My feet hurt...

• ???: Where do you live?

• You: Drop me off at the park near Wilson Avenue, in Queens.

• ???: It's not safe for a young lady to be wandering the streets alone at night! Do you want to be the subject of tomorrow's headlines?

• You: I live near the park... It should be safe...

• ???: Suit yourself.

• We continue the ride in awkward silence...

• You: Thank you for the ride! I'm Elizabeth Colvin. It was a pleasure meeting you.

• ???: Vittorio Puzo. Well met.

• You: (Mr. Puzo seems to have no interest in getting to know me...)

• You: (We'll probably never meet again...)

• Vittorio Puzo: Go home. I'm leaving.

• You: Thank you once again! I wouldn't have escaped that mugger if not for you!

• Vittorio Puzo: That wasn't a mugger, Miss Nurse.

• You: What? Then who was it?

• He drives off without answering my question.
• You: Why didn't he answer my question? Why would he act all mysterious like that...

• You: Sigh... Time to go home...

Turn into the Alley

• I squeeze through the gap in the debris.

• I remove my heels to run faster.
• You: He couldn't be following me anymore, could he?

• I stop running as I don't hear footsteps any more.
• You: (Oh no! Oh no! He's here! No!)

• ???: Hehehe! You're pretty fast, little kitten. But I always finish the job!

• Five days later, on the streets on New York

• Newsboy: Read all about it! Sun News! Mandarin Daily!

• Young Man: I'd like a copy of the Sun News.

• Newsboy: Alright, here you go! There's big news today!

• Newspaper: Woman Found Murdered in Alley

• When dangers strikes, judge the situation and make a firm decision to get to safety.
• (Push forward and you might find help from a kind soul.)
• Obtained Ending