Dora Ingerlund is a character in Disco Elysium.
Background[edit | edit source]
NOTE: All of the information within this article should be taken with a heavy grain of salt. Harry, the main informant, may be misremembering or misinterpreting Dora's actions. Moreover, Dora is merged with Dolores Dei in Harry's mind.
Dora Ingerlund is Harrier Du Bois's former fiancée, personified as Dolores Dei in his mind in-game. She is blonde and has light blue, flecked with green, eyes. While in Revachol, Dora taught at the Académie des Arts, far east of the Esperance. While in Mirova, she works in an unnamed "Academy." She is from a middle class family.
Relationship with Harrier Du Bois[edit | edit source]
The exact timeframe of their relationship is unknown, but it is implied that Dora was in a relationship with Harry before he was a police officer. Harry has served in the RCM for 18 years. Dora left six years ago. Therefore, their relationship likely lasted for over twelve years. They were never married but were engaged.
Dora first met Harry by the bus stop of streetcar no.42, on Voyager Road. It is implied that this was her first sexual relationship. For a period of time, the two of them lived in 11 Voyager Road, a "matchbox" house; located down Main, to Perdition, in a side alley. It was by a lake formed when a mainland pipe burst in the Twenties. They were poor. Sometimes, they could not afford electricity, and they relied on Dora's parent's money. Harry's training for the RCM also took a toll on their finances. They used to rent videos from Video Revachol, down the street. At some point, Dora aborted Harry's child or lost the pregnancy.
Their partnership started to fray as Harry worked for the RCM. Depending on Harry's skills at that point in the game, what she says pushed her away changes. However, she always expresses frustration at Harry's inability to "talk like a normal person" or how "sad" he got. It is implied that their continued poverty was a factor as well.
Interactions[edit | edit source]
- Harry can interact with a personification of Dora, mixed with Dolores Dei, if he takes a nap at the Sea Fortress, inside the flakturm.
- In this dream, Dora can say she is 32 years old. However, this is likely the age of when she left Harry, and not her age as of '51.
- Exhausting the dialogue options for dialing random numbers at the payphone by the boardwalk and passing an interfacing check will result in Harry making a long distance call to Dora.
- Her long distance number is 001414447111736145167451451.
- One of Dora's letters can be found within the Damaged Ledger, written when she was in her twenties.
- Transcript: "Harry, I wanted to write you a letter, so you can read it when you wake up. Maybe it will make you happy. Every morning when I step out and you're asleep behind me, I find a little piece of sadness in me. I carry it in my chest down Voyager Road... Every step I take, it grows. By the time I reach the fuel station it has filled me entirely. I step on the light rail and look back, sparks fall from the bow collector. I know it will be like this until late afternoon, when I get off the 42 -- and walk back to you... You, you... Every step I take will get lighter. It almost makes me run! Sometimes I do. I can't believe I met you. I can't believe the happiness I feel with you. You have a vast, vast soul and I will always, always, always come back to it. Kisses, kisses, kisses."
References[edit | edit source]
- JEAN VICQUEMARE - "She was incredibly fuckable. A beautiful bourgeois woman. Waifish. Like a *welkin* basically."
CONCEPTUALIZATION - Snow Welkin. Blonde Welkin...
- DOLORES DEI - "It just takes some time. For you, I think it will take something like... twenty years maybe? It was hard for me too, you know -- I used to think I couldn't live without you..." She looks you straight in the eye -- her irises are light blue, flecked with green.
- PAYPHONE - "Yes." "To work."
YOU - "Where?"
PAYPHONE - "The Academy. Where I work."
- JEAN VICQUEMARE - "I think she taught in the Académie des Arts, east of the river. Way east. Hard to say which came first -- the middle class chick or the drink? Egg and the chicken kinda thing..."
- DOLORES DEI - "There." She points across the water, into the darkness. "You could not pay the electrical bill. It became a lightless tomb. The years you spent training for the militia, my parents' money... It was not good."
- KIM KITSURAGI - "The first row represents your years of service. *Eighteen* years? Okay -- not bad at all. What did you do before you volunteered?"
- JEAN VICQUEMARE - "God, I don't know..." He thinks. "Six years ago? She was way before my time."
- JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Yeah, Dora Ingerlund, I think."
REACTION SPEED - Not Dora *Du Bois*?
YOU - "So we weren't even married..."
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "No one is married anymore. This is Revachol."
- DOLORES DEI - "Not married. We were *engaged* then, living in a little house on the outskirts of Central Jamrock, past the lake that formed when a mainline pipe burst in the early Twenties. At the end of a street called..."
- YOU - "There was a bow collector. A light rail. Street car number..."
DOLORES DEI - "42," she nods sadly. "That is the light rail that took me to Couron to school and work. Every morning... it's the same stop I met you at, Harry. A hundred thousand million years ago..."
- YOU - "I was... cool?"
DOLORES DEI - "The coolest..." She closes her eyes: "With your leather jacket and boot cut pants. Smoking in the bus stop. I wanted you to be the rest of my life that day. And you were -- some of it, at least. You were my first. My first kiss, my first time to have sex."
- Lonesome Long Way Home
- DOLORES DEI - "It's here." She looks around. "We are *on* Voyager Road. At the end of it -- three hundred metres from the stop. We used to come here to rent videos."
- DOLORES DEI - "I'm pregnant."
YOU - "Is it mine?"
DOLORES DEI - "Of course not." She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes...
DOLORES DEI - "I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? Poverty-stricken fuck."
- DOLORES DEI - "Harry, we can't be together because you're insane." Her eyes turn to sorrowful ovals.
YOU - "What do you mean by insane?"
DOLORES DEI - "You know what I mean..."
YOU - "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a cop. It's not easy work."
DOLORES DEI - "A cop... You've worked there for so long you can't even talk like a normal person anymore! It's always lists with you. *Questions*."
DOLORES DEI - "It's not just the lists, or trees, or whatever..." She corrects the wreath on her head, with her hands trembling now. "You get sad, Harry. *Too* sad. People can't get that sad. It's impossible to watch..."
(Option 1) DOLORES DEI - "Other people get sad too, but not like you, you stay down for too long. You only communicated with *encyclopaedic trivia*... I was so alone."
(Option 2) DOLORES DEI - "Other people get sad too, but not like you, you stay down for too long. Until you start giving your thoughts *names* and talking to things..."
(Option 3) DOLORES DEI - "Other people get sad too, but not like you, you stay down for too long -- and if you're not down, you're up, running around asking questions. Millions of questions..."
(Option 4) DOLORES DEI - "Other people get sad too, but not like you. You stay down for years, and then you start beating things... You get violent."
DOLORES DEI - "In conclusion -- you're ill. You're an old, insane man. And you have to be in hell until the end of your life. And I have to go to Mirova."
- YOU - "Can't you turn back to the person you were? Can't you think I'm cool again?"
DOLORES DEI - "No. You scared it out of me. With your crying. Your hysteric..." She stops. "The awful time we wound up having. In the cheap rental flats you could afford..."
- DOLORES DEI - "I'm going to Mirova. To live there -- in Graad. It's one million kilometres away, Harry. Might as well be another lifetime."
- DOLORES DEI - "Oh my god, Harry! Stop. I don't want to hear anything about *the mourning*, mourning someone who's still alive -- *any of that*!"
DOLORES DEI - "I can't do that anymore. I'm not eighty years old, I'm thirty two. People my age are not supposed to mourn..." She breathes out, it sounds more angry than a sigh.
- DAMAGED LEDGER - Familiar handwriting lines the inside of the card -- looped, round letters in a woman's hand.
VISUAL CALCULUS - A young woman in her twenties. There is care, effort, and a *smile*, you think -- although that is not something you can read from someone's handwriting.