Editing Ask her to help with ordinary research (Lettice)

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|Icon = Hillmover.png
|From Card title = Rely on Lettice, the Mercy
|ID = 253057
|Description = She's been eyeing the hillmovers.
|Game Instructions = You will always make some progress, but with substantial random variation.
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Experimental Object}}, {{Unlock|Equipment for Scientific Experimentation|5}}
|Success title = Contained chaos
|Success description = (See table below)
|Success summary = The description varies with {{IL|Experimental Object}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Experimental Object|Effect = Description|Compact = yes
|Value {{EO|40}}, {{EO|410 - 465}} = Shrieks of laughter are just what you like to hear from an expert in your Lab. Especially when they're calibrating dangerous equipment.
|Value {{EO|110 - 130}} = Lettice knows a little something about every type of weapon you can think of. When you ask why, she always says, "Target practice."
|Value {{EO|140 - 160}} = Lettice knows a little something about the unbinding of threads, she says with a wicked gleam in her eye. If you're unlucky, she'll show you. The Principle shuffles nervously.
|Value {{EO|230 - 260}} = She's no cartographer, but she has traveled a great deal in the course of her life. She can tell you where the old shrines are buried, and where a Khan was unseated from his horse, some centuries past.
|Value {{EO|310 - 320}} = Lettice discovers potential for havoc […] What happens if you make the cogs turn twice as fast? If you remove this safety catch?<p>You'll be picking shards of metal out of the back wall for a week. But the results were certainly informative.
|Value {{EO|330}} = […] She looks at it. She looks at you. She looks at the supply of Hillmovers.<p>[…]<p>[…] the device's effect on a Hillmover is to turn it into more of a Peakmover or an Alpmover. Second, The Hillmover's effect on the device is essentially ''none at all''. […]
|Value {{EO|350}} = "Hm," says Lettice. "Larger isn't always so much of an improvement as people think." But you can tell she has mischief planned. Her bandages always crinkle up when she smirks.
|Value {{EO|360}} = For Lettice, the device opens a rich field of possibility. What practical jokes become available when you have an infinite supply of bones! Won't it startle people to come face-to-face with their own skulls!
|Value {{EO|470}} = The drugged animals lie about in a somewhat stunned condition. Lettice stretches out their cramped limbs. "I think they'll live through," she comments. "But they look cross."
|Value {{EO|480}} = Lettice tries tapping on the egg with a small mallet. "I ought to develop my own augmentation method," she comments. "Everyone in town is talking about them. But I haven't worked out how it works."
|Value {{EO|485}} = Lettice is reluctant to touch the damp, rubbery egg. "Moisture is hell on the bandages," she explains. "This is the worst kind of egg yet. They should make one that blows up next."
|Value {{EO|490}} = Lettice reads through the notes showing that the egg has been artificially aged. Then she remarks, "They needn't have bothered. We all get there on our own."
|Value {{EO|495}} = […]<p>She does remember a few odd stories from the tomb-colonies, however – stories passed down about the end of the first city, and about how a person can become a metropolis. It's all rhyme and liturgy now, but there are a few useful lines surviving.
|Value {{EO|510 - 540}}, {{EO|610}} = Her attitude toward bones is especially irreverent. Sometimes she talks to them; sometimes she arranges them into small impossible skeletons. You come in one day and she's doing a shadow puppet play with a femur. "The dead like a bit of fun too," […]
|Value {{EO|810 - 820}} = Lettice's favourite thing to do with a piece of rock is to blow it up. Shattering it or drilling a core sample are acceptable alternatives.
|Value {{EO|830}} = Lettice's favourite thing to do with glassware is to blow it up. Shattering it or drilling a core sample are acceptable alternatives.
|Value {{EO|920 - 950}}, {{EO|960 - 990}} = Lettice draws various unsavoury comparisons between these chemicals and the substances used for embalming. The story about the preserved skunk will be haunting you for some time to come.
|Value {{EO|1010 - 1040}} = You might not have expected Lettice to be patient enough for this […] But it is the sort of mathematics that flattens cities […] It's all you can do to stop her copying sigils of the Correspondence into your equations just to find out what happens.
|Value {{EO|1050}} = "I've seen that!" […] "Right before a carriage accident! We were driving along, entirely under control, and the next thing you know, thrown over the curb. […] I remember lying there nose-to-brick with it for a good few minutes before I could get up again."
|Value {{EO|1210}} = Lettice volunteers to taste your experimental materials. Then she sticks out a virulently yellow-orange tongue and remarks that the fruit "tastes like your personality." It's probably best not to ask for a clarification.
|Value {{EO|1320}} = "I wouldn't put anything past them," says Lettice. "But isn't the Red Science supposed to be for machinery? I never heard of the Second City building any fabulous engines. Poison was more their art-form, I thought."
|Value {{EO|1340}} = "God, it's older than I am," she says, contemplating the writhing ushabti. "Wouldn't have thought it was possible."
|Value {{EO|1350}} = Lettice frowns at it. "There was a brief fashion in armour like this," she says. "A city or so ago. But that was just made of ordinary steel.[…]I'll try some explosives," she says. "Wager you they won't do any harm."
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*{{Gain|Unwise Idea|0-1 x}}
*{{Gain|Laboratory Research|1-44 x}}