ClubFloyd Transcript:
The Eleusinian Miseries by Mike Russo
As played on ifMUD on December 6, 2020

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Below is a transcript of The Eleusinian Miseries written by Mike Russo. The Eleusinian Miseries was released as part of the 2020 IFComp, in which it took 6th place. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting IFDB.


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DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask eleusinian"
CF ]
CF |
CF |
CF |
CF | Sing, O Muse, of war and fame,
CF | The striving of men and the ruin--
CF | Oh hang it, the ruin of something
CF | Or other, I forget the line
CF | Though nothing for it but to go
CF | On with this poem best I can
CF | Sing now of struggle and plunder
CF | I think that the word's plunder,
CF | From topless towers that - no, no,
CF | Wrong word again, topless towers of--
CF | Look I know I'll remember,
CF | From topless towers tum-tumpety-tum
CF | Tumpety tumpety -- wait a tic
CF | Dash it all plunder is wrong
CF | Maybe pillage or flotsam and
CF | Jetsam or I don't quite recall,
CF | The words are just sticking on the
CF | v. tip of the old tongue;
CF | I may have three sheets to the wind
CF | Or one sheet too many in the event
CF | To land this epic poetry jobby.
CF |
CF | I say, speaking of being sloshed though, here's one I do remember --
CF |
CF |
CF | Press any key to begin DavidW says, "Goodness."
DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Cellar
CF | Well, isn't this a lark! The capital's been rather dull of late, but
CF | after solid years of going after old Alky to let you in on that
CF | Mysteries wheeze of his, at last tonight's the night! He's dragged
CF | you off to Eleusis for some sort of to-do, but no sooner had you
CF | clapped eyes on the amphorae and canapés amply spread across the
CF | courtyard than he informed you of a spot of work in need of doing
CF | before the festivities can commence -- and you've drawn the short
CF | straw in terms of fetching some paraphernalia up from the temple
CF | undercroft.
CF |
CF | It made sense at the time -- or so you think, you must admit you
CF | nodded off midway through the explanation -- Alky at least wrote it
CF | all down for you, the dear.
CF |
CF | Less lamb-like of him, he's standing guard over the stairs that lead
CF | back to the party. Nothing for it but to get to work -- you've heard
CF | of work, you're sure you'll be good at it!
CF |
CF | The Eleusinian Miseries
CF | An Interactive Farce by Mike Russo
CF | Release 1 / Serial number 200926 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib
CF | 6/12N)
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | When Alky told you he was taking you to a party, this low,
CF | earthen-walled cellar wasn't exactly what you pictured -- though
CF | you're trying to be fair-minded and not hold it against what might be
CF | a perfectly lovely undercroft once you get to know it.
CF |
CF | Rough wooden stairs lead back up to the temple proper, with Alky
CF | perching beguilingly yet also obstructively upon the top step to keep
CF | you from joining the party before you've done your bit. Openings gape
CF | westward and southward, and from the flickering oil-light coming from
CF | them you'd guess that they're in regular use. The cellar extends
CF | further eastward into darkness, getting less homely and more cave-like
CF | by the inch.
CF |
CF | (Type ABOUT for some general information about the game, HELP for
CF | overall tips and hints for specific puzzles, or CREDITS for the
CF | acknowledgments).
CF |
CF | > MoyTW says, ""you've heard of work, you're sure you'll be good at it!" oh no"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "credits"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > CREDITS
CF |
CF | The Eleusinian Miseries is a game by Mike Russo. If you have
CF | feedback, questions, or criticism, please email me at
CF | russo2116@gmail.com.
CF |
CF | The game was written in Inform 7 by Graham Nelson, and uses Menus,
CF | Punctuation Removal, and Basic Screen Effects by Emily Short. This is
CF | the first game I've written, and I benefited immensely from the
CF | support of the kind souls at the IF Community Forum, especially Gavin
CF | Lambert, Matt Weiner, and Andrew Plotkin, who extricated me from a few
CF | messes of my own making.
CF |
CF | I was very fortunate in my beta testers, who were thoughtful and
CF | rigorous in equal measure: Peter M.J. Gross, Alex Harby, Christopher
CF | Merriner, Caleb Wilson, and Brian Rushton. If at any point you are
CF | happy to find that a particular synonym is supported, or a gentle cue
CF | leads you to a puzzle's solution, you probably have them to thank;
CF | when you find yourself frustrated at the lack of same, you definitely
CF | have me to blame.
CF |
CF | I obviously owe a debt to P.G. Wodehouse, in much the same way that
CF | Lord Elgin owed a debt to the builders of the Acropolis -- the voice,
CF | tone, and several of the story's predicaments were heavily inspired by
CF | his novels and short stories. My take on Alky, the titular Mysteries,
CF | and the major incident in the last portion of the game (you'll know it
CF | when you get there) were also inspired by Larry Gonick's Cartoon
CF | History of the Universe, which helped me bluff my way through more
CF | high school history classes than I care to count.
CF |
CF | My wife made all of this possible, by getting me into Wodehouse but
CF | also providing ideas and inspiration, as well as initial testing and
CF | feedback that helped keep me on the right track. Plus she did the
CF | cover. So this one's for and/or on her.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "oh, a Wodehouse inspired game? Capital."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > X ME
CF |
CF | It's a mark of ill-breeding to be a judge in one's own cause, and you
CF | are if nothing else well-bred -- but if, hypothetically, one were to
CF | have one's hypothetical arm twisted, then one might venture to relate
CF | that some -- no, many! -- of one's contemporaries are of the opinion
CF | that one is a dashing young thing of appealing and prepossessing
CF | aspect, and the moustache one has recently grown, after much
CF | consideration, adds just the right note of danger and flair (these
CF | contemporaries to whose opinion one is referring the matter, it is to
CF | be understood, hold themselves to high standards of probity and are
CF | quite fetching themselves, to boot, but no, one couldn't possibly
CF | relate their names right now, and shame on you for asking).
CF |
CF | Currently, you're wearing a well-tailored chiton.
CF |
CF | You've got a tickle of an itch right at your temple.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chiton"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > X CHITON
CF |
CF | (the well-tailored chiton)
CF | Your manservant detests this chiton, sniffing superciliously about the
CF | canary-yellow color being d��class��, but he can soak his head -- as
CF | far
CF | as you're concerned, it is just the thing!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "scratch itch"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > SCRATCH ITCH
CF |
CF | As your fingers brush the side of your head, they come across a hard,
CF | cylindrical object.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take object"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > TAKE OBJECT
CF |
CF | Hang on, this is that knife you lost! You take it down from your ear,
CF | nicking your fingers only twice or thrice in the process.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Well that's something to find on your head."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x knife"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > X KNIFE
CF |
CF | A steel knife, sharper than your wits, hopefully. Or, wait, perhaps
CF | the other way round?
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a knife
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF | the list of ceremonial desiderata
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x list"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > X LIST
CF |
CF | Alky helpfully handed over this list of all the ritual bric-a-brac he
CF | lost in the cellars during his last bender. There are rather a lot of
CF | words, so you'll have to really commit if you want to read it.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Better than in your head though."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "read list"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > READ LIST
CF |
CF | -The krater of the east (a krater is a sort of large vase)
CF | -An amphora of clear water (an amphora is a different sort of large
CF | vase)
CF | -A knife. Any knife will do, and there are probably some up here now
CF | that I think of it, but you might as well pick one up for us while
CF | you're down there, eh?
CF | -An ear of barley, for the kykeon (you'll like the kykeon!)
CF | -A sprig of pennyroyal, adds a delightful minty flavor to the kykeon
CF | (look for the lavender flowers!)
CF |
CF | You see Alky at the top of the stairs, flirting with anything that
CF | comes within arm-span.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I am approving of all of this, now that I'm caught up."
DavidW asks, "So, a fetch quest to begin with. West and South are lit, so I suggest starting with west?"
Jacqueline asks, "Is the knife we found... in our hair(?!) the knife for the list?"
DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "yes and yes."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Knight_Otu says, "West sounds fine."
MoyTW asks, "x alky?"
DavidW says, "Or it was in the ceiling rafter and our head brushed against it."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Granary
CF | You smell this room before you enter it -- it gives off the kind of
CF | rank odor you rarely encounter outside the odd visit to a Great-Aunt
CF | who's rather let the housekeeping go to seed. The culprit is easy to
CF | detect: heaps of mostly-rotten grain clog the room everywhere you
CF | turn. There's a vase in the corner -- no, hang on, that's an amphora,
CF | though admittedly a rather vase-like example of the type.
CF |
CF | The main cellar, offering a relative respite for your nose, lies east.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I kind of expected the list to change from 'there are probably some (knives) up here now that (you) think of it' after having found that knife in our hair, is all."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x amphora"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > X AMPHORA
CF |
CF | This is definitely an amphora, and not a vase. Or is that backwards?
CF | It's got a very narrow neck and stands about two feet tall, and is
CF | tied to iron rings in the wall by a well-knotted rope that's seen
CF | better days. There are a few ears of barley at the very bottom of the
CF | amphora, looking at least marginally fresher than the rotten grain in
CF | the granary.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take it"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > TAKE IT
CF |
CF | This works less well than you'd hoped, inasmuch as the amphora is
CF | anchored to the wall by the rope.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I'm just nerdy enough to be enjoying this vase/krater/amphora humor"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cut rope with knife"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > CUT ROPE WITH KNIFE
CF |
CF | You slash the frayed rope with the knife.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take amphora"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > TAKE AMPHORA
CF |
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take barley"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > TAKE BARLEY
CF |
CF | You strain -- gosh, do you strain! -- but try as you might to cram
CF | your hand into the amphora, the neck is just too narrow.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tip amphora"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > TIP AMPHORA
CF |
CF | It's small but heavy, and since you need the amphora sufficiently
CF | intact to hold water, trying to flip it would run an unconscionable
CF | risk of breaking it (you're not sure you'd come through unscathed,
CF | either).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x rotten"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > X ROTTEN
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > L
CF |
CF | Granary
CF | Heaps of mostly-rotten grain clog the room everywhere you turn.
CF |
CF | The main cellar, offering a relative respite for your nose, lies east.
CF |
CF | A piece of frayed rope lies forlorn on the floor.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take rope"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > TAKE ROPE
CF |
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x heaps"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > X HEAPS
CF |
CF | There is, unsurprisingly, a lot of grain in this granary; what's
CF | rather more outside-of-the-box is that nobody apparently could be
CF | troubled to put it in anything, and it's rather just heaped about the
CF | place. Inasmuch as there's a non-negligible amount of humidity, if
CF | not outright dankness, it's all completely rotten.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search it"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH IT
CF |
CF | There is, unsurprisingly, a lot of grain in this granary; what's
CF | rather more outside-of-the-box is that nobody apparently could be
CF | troubled to put it in anything, and it's rather just heaped about the
CF | place. Inasmuch as there's a non-negligible amount of humidity, if
CF | not outright dankness, it's all completely rotten.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "exits"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > EXITS
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "dance"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > DANCE
CF |
CF | You give a caper, follow up with a shuffle, and finish with a
CF | knee-slide, cha-chaing all the while.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sing"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > SING
CF |
CF | You belt out this cracking ditty you heard at last month's symposium
CF | -- "I dream of a trireme".
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > LOOK
CF |
CF | Granary
CF | Heaps of mostly-rotten grain clog the room everywhere you turn.
CF |
CF | The main cellar, offering a relative respite for your nose, lies east.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Find a mouse, put it in the amphora to eat all the grain. >WAIT. >G >G >G >G >G..."
DavidW says, "I think we may want the grain."
Jacqueline says, "oh"
Knight_Otu asks, "But we need that... right?"
DavidW says, "We need an ear of barley."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline asks, "How much is an ear?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | Judging by the supplies and sundries stored here, the Priests of
CF | Eleusis put on quite the shin-dig: the floor practically groans under
CF | the weight of nummies both comestible and potable, stored in a variety
CF | of vessels. You see vases of veal, lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer,
CF | pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of kielbase, skyphoi of skyr... And
CF | everywhere you look, there's another krater, each wider-mouthed and
CF | wider-handled than the previous, all strewn in a careless pile against
CF | the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Audibly much."
Roger says, "an ear is like a cob, I think"
MoyTW asks, "Isn't skyr norse, not greek?"
Roger says, "like, one stalk"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lamps"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X LAMPS
CF |
CF | Filled with olive oil and set alight, which is what one of your
CF | unkinder Great-Aunts suggested was waiting for you in Tartarus if you
CF | didn't mend your ways. The ones near the entrance hang close from the
CF | low ceiling, but towards the far end they're suspended from a much
CF | higher point.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says (to Roger), "See, that's what I was thinking, but it's probably not"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take lamp"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > TAKE LAMP
CF |
CF | They're chained to the ceiling, so you can't work out how to do that,
CF | or at least how to do that without scattering scalding-hot oil every
CF | which way.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "I'm sure it is."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pennyroyal"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X PENNYROYAL
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x krater"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X KRATER
CF |
CF | Which krater, exactly, are you trying to look at? There's rather a
CF | pile of the deuced things.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I saw a tweet the other day that was something to the effect of, 'If SCIENCE is so awesome, how come we've been here all this time and we still only have ONE vegetable on the cob?'"
Roger says, "hmmm I don't think lamp oil actually heats up like that, but that's fine"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x krater of east"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X KRATER OF EAST
CF |
CF | Which krater, exactly, are you trying to look at? There's rather a
CF | pile of the deuced things.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x list"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X LIST
CF |
CF | Alky helpfully handed over this list of all the ritual bric-a-brac he
CF | lost in the cellars during his last bender. There are rather a lot of
CF | words, so you'll have to really commit if you want to read it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "read list"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > READ LIST
CF |
CF | -The krater of the east (a krater is a sort of large vase)
CF | -An amphora of clear water (an amphora is a different sort of large
CF | vase)
CF | -A knife. Any knife will do, and there are probably some up here now
CF | that I think of it, but you might as well pick one up for us while
CF | you're down there, eh?
CF | -An ear of barley, for the kykeon (you'll like the kykeon!)
CF | -A sprig of pennyroyal, adds a delightful minty flavor to the kykeon
CF | (look for the lavender flowers!)
CF |
CF | > MoyTW asks, ""of the east"?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lavender"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X LAVENDER
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search kraters"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH KRATERS
CF |
CF | After a few minutes of careful study, and a few moments of ignominy
CF | when you lose your footing and wind up desperately scrabbling in a
CF | cavalcade of kraters, you think you've found the one you're after,
CF | buried near the bottom of the pile: red-figure depictions of Eos,
CF | flora and fauna from Asia Minor, &c. The legend reading "Krater of
CF | the East" provides a supernumerary clue.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take krater of the east"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > TAKE KRATER OF THE EAST
CF |
CF | You give the krater you're after a tug, but it's lodged under quite a
CF | few other kraters, which does not exactly make for stable footing, and
CF | your efforts to dislodge it lead instead to dislodging yourself, in an
CF | arse-over-teakettle sort of way. You dust yourself off, with no-one
CF | having seen your bloomer on the plus side, but also no krater to show
CF | for it on the minus side.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tie rope to krater of the east"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > TIE ROPE TO KRATER OF THE EAST
CF |
CF | After a lot of looping a bit of pulling, you think you've knotted the
CF | frayed rope to the krater of the east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull rope"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > PULL ROPE
CF |
CF | You step well clear of the pile of kraters and give the rope a good
CF | heave. It takes a bit more straining than you'll relate when you tell
CF | Alky the story later, but eventually you pull the Krater of the East
CF | clear of the pile, and you tuck it under your arm with a sense of
CF | accomplishment.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "untie rope"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > UNTIE ROPE
CF |
CF | You might have done rather too good of a job with that sheepshead --
CF | it's not coming out.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > L
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "nice"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | You scrabble up the pile of kraters, which teeter this way and that
CF | under your unexpected weight. Just as they're ready to topple, you
CF | leap onto the conveniently-placed ledge.
CF |
CF | Darkness
CF | You're surrounded by the black and inky every which way you look,
CF | which is generally not how you choose to pass your evenings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > D
CF |
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x krater of the east"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X KRATER OF THE EAST
CF |
CF | Red-figure depictions of Eos, flora and fauna from Asia Minor, &c.
CF | The legend reading "Krater of the East" provides a supernumerary clue.
CF | A rather worn rope is tied in a loop around the krater's handles.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu asks, "Hm. How to get some light?"
DavidW says, "yes. how."
Roger says, "This feels like IF from someone whose sole exposure to it was Savoir Faire. But not in a bad way."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cut rope with knife"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > CUT ROPE WITH KNIFE
CF |
CF | The krater would be a bit inconvenient to carry without the rope
CF | acting as sort of strap -- now you think of it, you're juggling rather
CF | a lot of kit, here -- so you think better of further rope-trimming.
CF |
CF | > DavidW asks, "Go back and talk to Alky?"
Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Yes, but also yeah, in a good way."
Knight_Otu says, "That's a possibility."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | Alky idly inquires how you're getting along with things.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give krater to alky"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > GIVE KRATER TO ALKY
CF |
CF | You can just climb the stairs once you've gathered everything, Alky
CF | will know what to do with the loot.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to alky"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > TALK TO ALKY
CF |
CF | To converse with characters, you can ASK them ABOUT something.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about light"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT LIGHT
CF |
CF | You get a blank look of the sort with which you're well acquainted.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about lamp"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT LAMP
CF |
CF | You get a blank look of the sort with which you're well acquainted.
CF |
CF | Alky explains to you his plan for invading Sicily -- or maybe it's his
CF | plan of attack for dinner, you get confused midway through and, to be
CF | fair, hot oil features in both.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | the Krater of the East
CF | a frayed rope (tied to the krater of the east)
CF | the amphora
CF | some barley
CF | a knife
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF | the list of ceremonial desiderata
CF |
CF | >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about knife"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT KNIFE
CF |
CF | Alky seems confused as to why you're asking about it, seeing as you've
CF | got it; and truth be told, now you're somewhat in the same boat
CF | yourself.
CF |
CF | >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about grain"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT GRAIN
CF |
CF | You get a blank look of the sort with which you're well acquainted.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "hrm"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about seltzer"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT SELTZER
CF |
CF | You get a blank look of the sort with which you're well acquainted.
CF |
CF | Alky idly inquires how you're getting along with things.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "That's a bit annoying"
DavidW asks, "We could brave the darkness to strike out in random directions from the store room?"
DavidW says, "er OR"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x stairs"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > X STAIRS
CF |
CF | It's made of boards, and you've rarely been as bored as you are now,
CF | looking at a staircase when there's a party to get to!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cave
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Cave
CF | This unfinished bit of the cellars is more of a cave than a cellar,
CF | and it's sufficiently dark that you can't guarantee you'll sleep
CF | nightmare-free tonight.
CF |
CF | Alky, and the eventual party, lie westward, and -- less attractively
CF | -- more darkness stretches eastward.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Darkness
CF | You're surrounded by the black and inky every which way you look,
CF | which is generally not how you choose to pass your evenings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Cave
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Cave
CF | This unfinished bit of the cellars is more of a cave than a cellar,
CF | and it's sufficiently dark that you can't guarantee you'll sleep
CF | nightmare-free tonight.
CF |
CF | Alky, and the eventual party, lie westward, and -- less attractively
CF | -- more darkness stretches eastward.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "listen"
CF ] Cave
CF | >
CF | > LISTEN
CF |
CF | You don't hear anything out of the ordinary, though admittedly you've
CF | had a bit of a ringing in the ears after that loud to-do last month.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search lamps"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH LAMPS
CF |
CF | They're chained to the ceiling, so you can't work out how to do that,
CF | or at least how to do that without scattering scalding-hot oil every
CF | which way.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW asks, "x chains?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chains"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X CHAINS
CF |
CF | Filled with olive oil and set alight, which is what one of your
CF | unkinder Great-Aunts suggested was waiting for you in Tartarus if you
CF | didn't mend your ways. The ones near the entrance hang close from the
CF | low ceiling, but towards the far end they're suspended from a much
CF | higher point.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Hm."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb chain"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > CLIMB CHAIN
CF |
CF | They're chained to the ceiling, so you can't work out how to do that,
CF | or at least how to do that without scattering scalding-hot oil every
CF | which way.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push lamp"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > PUSH LAMP
CF |
CF | They're chained to the ceiling, so you can't work out how to do that,
CF | or at least how to do that without scattering scalding-hot oil every
CF | which way.
CF |
CF | > DavidW asks, "Can we make a torch?"
DavidW asks, "Get a stick, cloth, oil, light it here?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tear chiton"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > TEAR CHITON
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove chiton"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > REMOVE CHITON
CF |
CF | The evening hasn't gotten nearly eventful enough for that!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search kraters"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH KRATERS
CF |
CF | Now this is quite the pile!
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline asks, "You mean to tell me that gathering this small list of items is not as straight-forward as it inititally appeared to be?"
DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "Correct."
Knight_Otu asks, "Is it ever that straight-forward?"
Jacqueline says, "No"
Jacqueline says, "No, it never is."
DavidW says, "I have found the knife, amphora, and krater."
Jacqueline exclaims, "You have!"
Jacqueline says, "That is all good."
Knight_Otu says, "And the barley."
Jacqueline says, "I like your idea of a torch..."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "make torch"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > MAKE TORCH
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "xyzzy"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > XYZZY
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "aw"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "verbose"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > VERBOSE
CF |
CF | The Eleusinian Miseries is now in its "verbose" mode, which always
CF | gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "doguioifu\"
CF | before).
CF |
CF | >
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > DOGUIOIFU\
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > L
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x veal"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X VEAL
CF |
CF | The veal is lightly seared to mouth-watering perfection.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x leeks"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X LEEKS
CF |
CF | To be honest, leeks are not your veg of choice, but if needs must eat
CF | a leek, these would do the job.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x beer"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X BEER
CF |
CF | The beer looks dark and smells darker.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW says, "what's it gotta say about the skyr"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x olives" MoyTW says, "I gotta know"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X OLIVES
CF |
CF | You briefly contemplate the amount of labor required to de-pit each
CF | and every olive in this large vessel -- even just thinking of it makes
CF | you tired.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x kielbase"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X KIELBASE
CF |
CF | Upon closer inspection, this might just be plain old sausage, but
CF | you're rather committed to the alliteration wheeze at this point.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x skyr"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X SKYR
CF |
CF | There's an absolutely whizzing hangover cure your man makes for you
CF | out of thick yogurt like this. You just add -- was it nutmeg? And
CF | some herb or other. Honestly, this is why having a man is so dashed
CF | convenient, not just for the doing of things but for the remembering
CF | of them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pile"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X PILE
CF |
CF | Now this is quite the pile!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat kielbase"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > EAT KIELBASE
CF |
CF | They're tempting, but you don't want to ruin your appetite before the
CF | party proper!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > L
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | You scrabble up the pile of kraters, which teeter this way and that
CF | under your unexpected weight. Just as they're ready to topple, you
CF | leap onto the conveniently-placed ledge.
CF |
CF | Darkness
CF | You're surrounded by the black and inky every which way you look,
CF | which is generally not how you choose to pass your evenings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF | It's rather too dim to be blundering about aimlessly, especially with
CF | that steep drop close to hand!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | It's rather too dim to be blundering about aimlessly, especially with
CF | that steep drop close to hand!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF | It's rather too dim to be blundering about aimlessly, especially with
CF | that steep drop close to hand!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch ledge"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > TOUCH LEDGE
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > D
CF |
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "really need light."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x opening"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X OPENING
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Hrm. Outside the lamps, nothing really stands out."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x oil"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X OIL
CF |
CF | Filled with olive oil and set alight, which is what one of your
CF | unkinder Great-Aunts suggested was waiting for you in Tartarus if you
CF | didn't mend your ways. The ones near the entrance hang close from the
CF | low ceiling, but towards the far end they're suspended from a much
CF | higher point.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW says, "Okay. So. Light source. And most actions with chains just tells us that we can't do it without hurting ourselves."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ceiling"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > CEILING
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ceiling"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X CEILING
CF |
CF | There's rather an oppressively large amount of dirt looming not very
CF | high above you, here, which is unrewarding to contemplate. Though,
CF | now that you peer more closely, it looks like the ceiling's a bit
CF | higher above the pile of kraters, with perhaps some kind of ledge up
CF | there.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW asks, "climb kraters and...unchain a lamp...?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "unhook lamp"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > UNHOOK LAMP
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "unchain lamp"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > UNCHAIN LAMP
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put lamp on ledge"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > PUT LAMP ON LEDGE
CF |
CF | They're chained to the ceiling, so you can't work out how to do that,
CF | or at least how to do that without scattering scalding-hot oil every
CF | which way.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ledge"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X LEDGE
CF |
CF | A rock ledge runs around the far wall of the store room, perhaps half
CF | a dozen feet above the wild mass of kraters.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lamps"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X LAMPS
CF |
CF | Filled with olive oil and set alight, which is what one of your
CF | unkinder Great-Aunts suggested was waiting for you in Tartarus if you
CF | didn't mend your ways. The ones near the entrance hang close from the
CF | low ceiling, but towards the far end they're suspended from a much
CF | higher point.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x far lamps"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X FAR LAMPS
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "dig ceiling"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > DIG CEILING
CF |
CF | As your Great-Aunt has said, you're not one to get your hands dirty.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search ceiling"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH CEILING
CF |
CF | There's rather an oppressively large amount of dirt looming not very
CF | high above you, here, which is unrewarding to contemplate. Though,
CF | now that you peer more closely, it looks like the ceiling's a bit
CF | higher above the pile of kraters, with perhaps some kind of ledge up
CF | there.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x dirt"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X DIRT
CF |
CF | There's rather an oppressively large amount of dirt looming not very
CF | high above you, here, which is unrewarding to contemplate. Though,
CF | now that you peer more closely, it looks like the ceiling's a bit
CF | higher above the pile of kraters, with perhaps some kind of ledge up
CF | there.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take dirt"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > TAKE DIRT
CF |
CF | Not exactly man-portable, old man.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x floor"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X FLOOR
CF |
CF | The floor, like the walls, is a clay-ey, mucky sort of number whose
CF | contemplation makes you hitch up your chiton.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x wall"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X WALL
CF |
CF | The walls, like the floor, are a clay-ey, mucky sort of number whose
CF | contemplation makes you hitch up your chiton, but you think you can
CF | see a recessed ledge up near the top of the chamber, just above the
CF | pile of kraters.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | Alky canvasses your opinion on a naval versus an infantry strategy for
CF | peeling off the Peloponnesian League's allies, which reminds you that
CF | you really need to catch up on the news.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ceiling"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > X CEILING
CF |
CF | There's rather an oppressively large amount of dirt looming not very
CF | high above you, here, which is unrewarding to contemplate.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Granary
CF | Heaps of mostly-rotten grain clog the room everywhere you turn.
CF |
CF | The main cellar, offering a relative respite for your nose, lies east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "smell"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > SMELL
CF |
CF | Oh good heavens no.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "move heaps"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > MOVE HEAPS
CF |
CF | Not exactly man-portable, old man.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ceiling"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > X CEILING
CF |
CF | There's rather an oppressively large amount of dirt looming not very
CF | high above you, here, which is unrewarding to contemplate.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | the Krater of the East
CF | a frayed rope (tied to the krater of the east)
CF | the amphora
CF | some barley
CF | a knife
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF | the list of ceremonial desiderata
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x beer"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X BEER
CF |
CF | The beer looks dark and smells darker.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "taste it"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > TASTE IT
CF |
CF | That's plainly inedible.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take beer"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > TAKE BEER
CF |
CF | There'll be plenty of time to be-sozzle yourself at the party -- and
CF | if you sozzle yourself witless now, odds are you won't ever make it
CF | there.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "light list"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > LIGHT LIST
CF |
CF | You've got some steel, but flint is a non-optional add-on to this
CF | process.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Hm."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "burn list"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > BURN LIST
CF |
CF | You've got some steel, but flint is a non-optional add-on to this
CF | process.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW exclaims, "...huuuuuh!"
Jacqueline says, "I think it would be fine to be-sozzle ourselves now and not go to the party later."
Jacqueline says, "I'm just sayin'"
DavidW asks, "Try the east passage again?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > D
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | Alky notices that his torch is dripping ash on his chiton, and flicks
CF | himself clean with a sound that's somewhere between a snort and a
CF | bray, but still manages to be charming.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "I'm not expecting much, but sure."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cave
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Cave
CF | This unfinished bit of the cellars is more of a cave than a cellar,
CF | and it's sufficiently dark that you can't guarantee you'll sleep
CF | nightmare-free tonight.
CF |
CF | Alky, and the eventual party, lie westward, and -- less attractively
CF | -- more darkness stretches eastward.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Cave
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "But yeah, maybe go find flint? I'm gonna be salty if that was a red herring."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Darkness
CF | You're surrounded by the black and inky every which way you look,
CF | which is generally not how you choose to pass your evenings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | It's rather too dim to be blundering about aimlessly, or rather,
CF | you're not so dim as to do so.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Darkness
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF | It's rather too dim to be blundering about aimlessly, or rather,
CF | you're not so dim as to do so.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Cave
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Cave
CF | This unfinished bit of the cellars is more of a cave than a cellar,
CF | and it's sufficiently dark that you can't guarantee you'll sleep
CF | nightmare-free tonight.
CF |
CF | Alky, and the eventual party, lie westward, and -- less attractively
CF | -- more darkness stretches eastward.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Wait, Alky has a torch."
DavidW asks, "he does?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x alky"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > X ALKY
CF |
CF | Now here's a chap who really fills out a chiton. Those flashing eyes,
CF | those silken curls, that perennial sneer have charmed many a gal and
CF | many more a fellow. He's strumming idly on his third-best lyre. He's
CF | also got a torch tucked under his arm, which conveys a dashing
CF | devil-may-care-insouciance but is also a fire hazard.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Just said so."
MoyTW says, "So he does."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky for torch"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY FOR TORCH
CF |
CF | "Oh, this thing?" asks Alky, with a fetching sneer of the lip. "It
CF | sputters more than you do, but take it if you like it so much." He
CF | hands it over.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x torch"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > X TORCH
CF |
CF | Peering into the heavily-smoking torch is going swimmingly, until
CF | suddenly your eyes start to sting. You try it again just to be sure
CF | -- by Jove, you're nearly certain that this rummy smoke is the
CF | culprit!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put torch in lamp"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > PUT TORCH IN LAMP
CF |
CF | That doesn't offer much by way of a receptacle, sadly.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "light torch"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > LIGHT TORCH
CF |
CF | You're nearly certain that's already on fire.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Ledge Above the Store Room
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | You scrabble up the pile of kraters, which teeter this way and that
CF | under your unexpected weight. Just as they're ready to topple, you
CF | leap onto the conveniently-placed ledge.
CF |
CF | Ledge Above the Store Room
CF | This must be the most precarious ledge you've ever perched upon --
CF | though speaking frankly you're having a hard time recollecting any
CF | also-rans, what with the steep decline to the store room below being
CF | awfully distracting.
CF |
CF | Away from the edge, there's a dark tunnel to the southeast, which
CF | isn't exactly inviting but at least promises some relief from the
CF | vertigo of your present position.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Could have searched a long time for that."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "se"
CF ] Spring Source
CF | >
CF | > SE
CF |
CF |
CF | Spring Source
CF | This high cavern is the source of a bubbling stream of water, which
CF | springs out of some nearby rocks, swirls for a while in a clean pool,
CF | and then dramatically leaps off the edge of a cliff as though it's
CF | trying to impress a potential romantic partner (though hard experience
CF | has taught you that this is less of a sure-fire stratagem than you'd
CF | think).
CF |
CF | The dark ledge is back to the northwest.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "fill amphora"
CF ] Spring Source
CF | >
CF | > FILL AMPHORA
CF |
CF | (with the pool of clear water)
CF | You dip the amphora into the pool until it's full up with water. It's
CF | rather heavy now, but you suppose you can put up with a modicum of
CF | toil for now, since the rest of the evening should be full of nothing
CF | but delightful ease.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take barley"
CF ] Spring Source
CF | >
CF | > TAKE BARLEY
CF |
CF | The barley floats in the water, coming close enough to the opening
CF | that it's easy to lift out.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Spring Source
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | some barley
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | the Krater of the East
CF | a frayed rope (tied to the krater of the east)
CF | the amphora (full of clear water)
CF | a knife
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF | the list of ceremonial desiderata
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "nw"
CF ] Ledge Above the Store Room
CF | >
CF | > NW
CF |
CF |
CF | Ledge Above the Store Room
CF | This must be the most precarious ledge you've ever perched upon --
CF | though speaking frankly you're having a hard time recollecting any
CF | also-rans, what with the steep decline to the store room below being
CF | awfully distracting.
CF |
CF | Away from the edge, there's a dark tunnel to the southeast, which
CF | isn't exactly inviting but at least promises some relief from the
CF | vertigo of your present position.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] Store Room
CF | >
CF | > D
CF |
CF |
CF | Store Room
CF | The inventory of foodstuffs on offer here includes vases of veal,
CF | lekythoi of leeks, bowls of beer, pithoi of pitted olives, kylixes of
CF | kielbase, and skyphoi of skyr -- there's also a pile of kraters
CF | spilled against the far wall.
CF |
CF | Near the opening that leads back to the cellar to the north, oil lamps
CF | hang from the low earthen roof to provide light, but the ceiling opens
CF | up considerably towards the southern wall.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | Alky tells you something clever he heard off of that Socrates fellow,
CF | but it's a bit hard to follow and leaves you knowing less than when
CF | you started.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cave
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Cave
CF | This unfinished bit of the cellars is more of a cave than a cellar,
CF | and despite your sputtering torch, it's sufficiently dark that you
CF | can't guarantee you'll sleep nightmare-free tonight.
CF |
CF | Alky, and the eventual party, lie westward, and -- less attractively
CF | -- more darkness stretches eastward.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] More Cave
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | More Cave
CF | You don't like to criticize, but this cavernous chamber is definitely
CF | darker than would be ideal.
CF |
CF | As before, light, civilization, and friends who know how to fill out a
CF | toga lie west, darkness and yet more cave are to the east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Yet Additional Cave
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Yet Additional Cave
CF | This seems like it must be a natural cave, because the alternative --
CF | that whatever architect designed these cellars decided that his vision
CF | required this many tunnels, and that whatever workmen hired to realize
CF | the said vision quarried then out uncomplainingly -- is too bleak to
CF | contemplate.
CF |
CF | Per the long-settled drill, bright areas, familiar friends, all that
CF | is good in the world, the promise of alcoholic drinks, laughter,
CF | conversation, and a heretofore-taken-for-granted absence of dank cave
CF | smells are all west, and everything not counted in column A is east.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "good grief"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Quite Sufficient Qua Cave So Far As You're Concerned
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Quite Sufficient Qua Cave So Far As You're Concerned
CF | You are a broad-minded man. When old Ptolly was over the moon for
CF | that Scythian bird, everyone else laughed, but you helped him
CF | translate his love poems into her awful dialect, spending many a late
CF | night poring over lexicons until you had it just right (the fact that,
CF | upon receipt of the poem aforementioned, she got her tribe to launch
CF | one of the more vicious raids Athens has seen these past few decades,
CF | was surely down to the inherent weaknesses in the source text's
CF | scansion and meter, rather than any flaw in your work). But -- all
CF | this to say, even for someone of your generally liberal tendencies,
CF | this is really getting to be a bit much.
CF |
CF | To get back to Alky and the rest of the cellars, you'll need to return
CF | through more cave to the west than you care to contemplate, while
CF | another chamber opens up to the south.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Garden
CF | You let out an approving cluck when you realize that, contrary to
CF | expectation, you have at last run out of cave. This largish grotto
CF | seems to be some kind of subterranean garden -- a grated opening in
CF | the roof of the cavern lets in copious moonlight (you deduce that this
CF | would be sunlight during the day), which shines on a large,
CF | desultorily-tended bed of herbs. There's a higher part of the cave
CF | above you, whence gushes a muddy waterfall that's created a larger,
CF | even muddier pool.
CF |
CF | The world's most boring cave system waits for you to the north.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x herbs"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > X HERBS
CF |
CF | The bed holds row after row of herbs, with quite a lot, it must be
CF | admitted, occupying the purple-ish portion of the palette. That
CF | pennyroyal might take some finding.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search herbs"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH HERBS
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's fuchsia.
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's violet.
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's lilac.
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's violet.
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's fuchsia.
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's lilac.
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's mauve. You're beginning to think that the list wasn't narrowing
CF | things down sufficiently when it said the herb was lavender.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You find a lavender herb! No, wait, now you look closer actually this
CF | one's lilac. You're beginning to think that the list wasn't narrowing
CF | things down sufficiently when it said the herb was lavender.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "smell herbs"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > SMELL HERBS
CF |
CF | Mmmm, there's a delightful smell of mint coming from one of these
CF | purplish herbs -- that must be the pennyroyal!
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Whew."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pennyroyal"
CF ] Garden
CF | >
CF | > TAKE PENNYROYAL
CF |
CF | Having zeroed in on the correct herb through your superior nasal
CF | acuity, you pluck a sprig of pennyroyal from its bed.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF | Now that you know the way to the garden, it's a simple matter to
CF | retrace your steps back to the cellar.
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Granary
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Granary
CF | Heaps of mostly-rotten grain clog the room everywhere you turn.
CF |
CF | The main cellar, offering a relative respite for your nose, lies east.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cellar
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Cellar
CF | It's perhaps a judgment on the cellar that the only things you care to
CF | notice about it are the exits. One might think the stairs to be the
CF | likeliest prospect, but Alky's fetching form is currently interposing
CF | itself. More immediately relevant are the lighted openings to the
CF | west and south, and coming in a distant fourth in the niceness
CF | sweepstakes is the dim, cave-y area to the east.
CF |
CF | Shooting you a sly smile, Alky tells you one of the many things his
CF | guardians don't know about what he gets up to.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW clears the save counter.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf1"
CF | >
CF | > SAVE
CF | %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Cellar
CF | > SAVEOk.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | As you start up the stairs, Alky grabs the list from you and gives you
CF | the once-over; you flush, but sadly he's not seeing if you look
CF | fetching so much as he's seeing whether you've done all the fetching.
CF |
CF | Alky takes a good sniff of you. "Mmm, minty -- you must have found
CF | the pennyroyal!"
CF |
CF | "Ah, you've got some water!" Alky says. "Don't worry, we're not
CF | drinking it."
CF |
CF | You show Alky the ear of barley; it's off-color and limp, like your
CF | Great-Uncle Sargy's sense of humor, but it must pass muster since
CF | after a few moments of skeptical perusal Alky gives a short nod.
CF |
CF | "Good show," Alky crows as he takes in the krater.
CF |
CF | "Oh, there's that knife!" Alky smiles at you, but gives you a wide
CF | berth, as though he's worried that you'll wind up accidentally
CF | pricking him, like you did that one time last week, or the three times
CF | the week before that.
CF |
CF | "Cheerio, that looks like the lot!" Alky says. "Onward and upward!"
CF | He helps you manage your somewhat-unwieldy collection of vegetable
CF | matter, pottery, fire-sticks, and sharp objects up the stairs, though
CF | you somewhat lose track of your possessions in the process.
CF |
CF |
CF | Please press SPACE to continue.
DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Peristyle
CF | Upon surmounting the stairs, you take a deep breath of the fresh air
CF | -- a chap can only be subterranean for so long before longing to
CF | inhale the old clear-and-rarefied. You've come up into a courtyard,
CF | amidst a crowd of chaps who burst into raucous applause once they see
CF | you and Alky ferrying up the instruments of merriment. One of them, a
CF | thin-faced, sallow number, comes over to take custody of the loot.
CF |
CF | "Here you are, Puffy," says Alky, humping the amphora into the other's
CF | arms. "Kick us off, eh?"
CF |
CF | This rather-inappositely-named Puffy motions for silence, and the
CF | fellows oblige him. After two or three more throat-clearings than
CF | seem strictly necessary by your book, he sweeps his arm around to take
CF | in the crowd. "Brethren," he intones, "initiates of the sacred
CF | mysteries, on this most holy and solemn night we welcome newcomers to
CF | our fold, that they may learn the praise that is most pleasing to the
CF | God and Goddess, and partake of our portion of eternity."
CF |
CF | "I'd settle for partaking of our portion of the wine!" pipes up one of
CF | your fellow initiates, prompting further cheering from the hoi polloi
CF | and a pained grimace from Puffy. "Get on with it," comes another
CF | call, and Puffy, sensing that he's losing the room, waves his hand in
CF | surrender. "All right chaps, I'll hurry it up!" He drags the amphora
CF | over to a fountain in the middle of the courtyard with some speed,
CF | pouring it out then discarding it with such haste that it breaks in
CF | the confusion, to much hooting from the mob.
CF |
CF | He dashes some water from the fountain into the krater you brought,
CF | then pours it out -- then does the same with another, matching krater,
CF | though pouring it out in the opposite direction this time, as though
CF | it were a real hit the first time but needed just a little tweak to
CF | really bowl them over. "That's the libation sorted, you lot can get to
CF | the feasting," he yells. "Initiates, come to the telesterion for the
CF | ceremony." With much rejoicing, the crowd disperses, leaving you
CF | alone.
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | You can also see a frayed rope and a largish chunk of amphora here.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu drowned in text.
MoyTW asks, "So I guess we go...party now?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take rope and chunk"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > TAKE ROPE AND CHUNK
CF |
CF | frayed rope: Taken.
CF | largish chunk of amphora: Taken.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a largish chunk of amphora
CF | a frayed rope
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "hm, still have the torch."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chunk"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > X CHUNK
CF |
CF | This was definitely an amphora, and not a vase. Or is that backwards?
CF | This head-sized chunk, from the bottom part of the thing, is that all
CF | that survived Puffy's tender ministrations.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing. A crowd of
CF | your soon-to-be-fellow initiates mob the comestibles and imbibables
CF | spread across the tables, breaking into song when the mood hits and
CF | intermittently flit to one of the numberless couches for a lie-down
CF | when the system needs a touch of strengthening. Alky is amidst the
CF | mob but somehow not of it, elegant and poised even as he contemplates
CF | an olive.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | Alky explains to you his plan for invading Sicily -- or maybe it's his
CF | plan of attack for dinner, you get confused midway through and, to be
CF | fair, hot oil features in both.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x food"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X FOOD
CF |
CF | If you had any doubts about the divine nature of the mysteries, this
CF | sm��rg��sbord would remove all doubt. There's more kinds of food and
CF | libation here than you can count (admittedly a low-ish number, as the
CF | somewhat-clunky Attic numeral system isn't doing you any favors on
CF | this score). Olives, dates, figs, and grapes, each plumper than the
CF | last, overflow the tables, and that's just the roundish things!
CF | There's a massive roast and dozens of cheeses -- oh, you could get
CF | used to this.
CF |
CF | A pepper pot and a sampling-platter of honeyed cakes round things out,
CF | and some toothpicks are neatly piled at the far end of the table next
CF | to a solitary cup (everyone else must have taken theirs already).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cup"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CUP
CF |
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take toothpick"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE TOOTHPICK
CF |
CF | You pluck a toothpick from the pile.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pot"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X POT
CF |
CF | A nice little pot of pepper, in case you think you're a
CF | better-seasoned seasoner than the cooks.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat it"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > EAT IT
CF |
CF | You take a pinch and sniff -- ooh, now that's peppery!
CF |
CF | Alky pulls a flask out of his chiton, downs a swallow, and visibly
CF | decides to save the rest for himself rather than offer you any (you
CF | suppose you need to be fully initiated into the Mysteries to get the
CF | good stuff).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "smell pepper"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > SMELL PEPPER
CF |
CF | You take a pinch and sniff -- ooh, now that's peppery!
CF |
CF | You've got a little tickle in your nose.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sneeze"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > SNEEZE
CF |
CF | You have a feeling that if you just wait a moment, that will take care
CF | of itself.
CF |
CF | This definitely feels like a sneeze coming on.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | Alky tells you something clever he heard off of that Socrates fellow,
CF | but it's a bit hard to follow and leaves you knowing less than when
CF | you started.
CF |
CF | "Ah-CHOO!" Your sneeze sounds like a goose's honk.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X CAKE
CF |
CF | These cakes are dripping with honey, and have more tiers than the
CF | Theater of Dionysus.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > EAT CAKE
CF |
CF | The honey in the cake is enough to glue your lips together, but
CF | fortunately, you remember that nose-breathing is an option just in
CF | time.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x drink"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X DRINK
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drinks"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > DRINKS
CF |
CF | That action might be a bit esoteric for the evening's proceedings.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x drinks"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X DRINKS
CF |
CF | Several large urns of wine, with convenient bowls set out to
CF | facilitate sanitary libation.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drink wine"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > DRINK WINE
CF |
CF | Now that's the stuff -- and it seems to have washed out the tickle in
CF | your throat, too!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to alky"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TALK TO ALKY
CF |
CF | To converse with characters, you can ASK them ABOUT something.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x people"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X PEOPLE
CF |
CF | These fellows are much too intent on their stomachs to bother with
CF | you.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x couch"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X COUCH
CF |
CF | The couches themselves are rather quotidian, but some of the jewels of
CF | Attic society are sprawled recumbent across their cushions -- under
CF | other circs, you'd be star-struck to be sharing air with Corky
CF | Timogenes!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x corky"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X CORKY
CF |
CF | Everyone here seems rather focused on moving delicacies from table to
CF | tummy as efficiently as possible.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "I'm not sure we're gonna get our next quest here."
DavidW says, "I think it's elsewhere."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pepper"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE PEPPER
CF |
CF | You take a pinch and sniff -- ooh, now that's peppery!
CF |
CF | Shooting you a sly smile, Alky tells you one of the many things his
CF | guardians don't know about what he gets up to.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "So it seems."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF |
CF | > UNDO
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | [Previous turn undone.]
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x fountain"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > X FOUNTAIN
CF |
CF | The water in the fountain is clean and clear enough, though much less
CF | enticing than what's on offer at the feast.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Closet
CF | Either the rites of Eleusis involve quite a lot of fancy-dress
CF | shenanigans, or one of the priests is a clothes horse of very little
CF | discernment, because this small room is chock-a-block with clothes,
CF | including a hat rack, a bin for accessories, and a bench heaped with
CF | shoes -- everything you might need for a party or some light comic
CF | theater.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the south.
CF |
CF | You emit a small "hic" -- that wine must have gone to your head!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x clothes"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X CLOTHES
CF |
CF | Up close, these items are fairly tawdry -- your valet would not
CF | approve.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x rack"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X RACK
CF |
CF | This wooden number sports a profusion of hats -- among the swarm, a
CF | silly, floppy tam, some ear warmers, and a crown of laurels catch your
CF | eye.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bin"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X BIN
CF |
CF | You root around in the bin like a pig whose supper depends on finding
CF | a prize truffle. Your best finds are a feather boa, and a gold chain
CF | that could do for a belt in a pinch.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bench"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X BENCH
CF |
CF | A number of shoes -- hopefully an even one -- are heaped on this
CF | bench. You particularly notice a pair of sandals like Hermes would
CF | wear, and a set of cothurni, like actors wear.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "Seems like a pick-the-correct-outfit sort of puzzle."
Knight_Otu says, "Yeah."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Esmond Kerykes -- Puffy to his friends -- lounges about.
CF |
CF | Blimey! That bloke over there is your cousin, Machon
CF | Ephippus-Ephipus. Who knew he was on the to-be-initiated list too?
CF |
CF | That thin bloke Alky called "Puffy" greets you as you enter. "Welcome
CF | to the telesterion," he says, and while you're revolving that in the
CF | noodle (you figure out the "far away" part straightaway, but the rest
CF | is a bit flummoxing), you somewhat lose track of the rest of the
CF | rigmarole. The gist seems to be that you've a few more hoops to jump
CF | through, of a ceremonial nature, and you can get the ball rolling by
CF | asking the said Puffy about the said ritual.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I'm ... I can't tell if I love or hate Britishisms as 'translated from' Greek"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask puffy about ritual"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > ASK PUFFY ABOUT RITUAL
CF |
CF | "Let's get cracking," Puffy says, rubbing his hands together.
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | "The ritual starts with some call and response," Puffy says. At your
CF | blank look he elaborates: "I'll say something, then you repeat it
CF | back. Here, let's try to make sure you've got it, I'll say..." As he
CF | hesitates, Machon pipes up, "how about blooey!" Puffy, with a pained
CF | wince, acquiesces.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say blooey"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SAY BLOOEY
CF |
CF | (to Puffy)
CF | You need to wait a moment for Puffy to say it first.
CF |
CF | Puffy says "blooey," not without a sour glare at Machon, and looks at
CF | you expectantly.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say blooey"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SAY BLOOEY
CF |
CF | (to Puffy)
CF | Puffy nods at you, relieved by your ability to follow simple
CF | directions (there are benefits, pedagogically speaking, to having a
CF | Great-Aunt!)
CF |
CF | You've got the bit between your teeth vis a vis this call and response
CF | wheeze now, and you keep pace all through some balderdash Puffy spouts
CF | about rains and children and flowers and all sorts of soppy nonsense.
CF | But then he draws you up short: "All right, this last part's a little
CF | different," Puffy says (you hesitate, about to open your mouth and
CF | repeat this back too, before he dissuades you with a quick shake of
CF | the head). "Now in a moment I'll ask who bore a great son, and you
CF | say mighty Potnia."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | "Who bore a great son?" Puffy intones in your general direction.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say mighty Potnia"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SAY MIGHTY POTNIA
CF |
CF | (to Puffy)
CF | "Mighty Potnia," you say with confidence, only to be met with a chorus
CF | of bemusement. "No, that's not quite it," scolds Puffy.
CF | "Insufficiently plosive, old man," Machon Ephippus-Ephipus puts in.
CF | "More nasal, more emphasis on the first syllable."
CF |
CF | "Great son?" Puffy asks again. He looks at you, hopeful yet wary.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "Do we need the pepper"
Jacqueline says, "Hm. Maybe"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF | "I don't think you're quite getting it," Puffy tsks in disappointment
CF | as you leave the room. "Perhaps a snack and a drink would help?" He
CF | turns away.
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing. A crowd of
CF | your soon-to-be-fellow initiates mob the comestibles and imbibables
CF | spread across the tables, breaking into song when the mood hits and
CF | intermittently flit to one of the numberless couches for a lie-down
CF | when the system needs a touch of strengthening. Alky is amidst the
CF | mob but somehow not of it, elegant and poised even as he drains a bowl
CF | of wine to the dregs.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "smell pepper"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > SMELL PEPPER
CF |
CF | You take a pinch and sniff -- ooh, now that's peppery!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | There's that tickle again.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | As you enter, Puffy bustles over to you, officious. "Are you ready to
CF | get on with the initiation?" he asks. After a moment's pause that
CF | awkwardly stretches to two moments, you realize this wasn't
CF | rhetorical.
DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Telesterion
CF | rhetorical.
CF | >
CF |
CF | Please answer yes or no.>
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | Please answer yes or no.>
CF | > YES
CF |
CF |
CF | Puffy leads you into the Telesterion and into the stage area.
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Esmond Kerykes -- Puffy to his friends -- lounges about.
CF |
CF | Your cousin Machon Ephippus-Ephippus is seated on a couch, doing his
CF | best to stay upright.
CF |
CF | This definitely feels like a sneeze coming on.
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | "Remember, just repeat everything I say," Puffy says. You can do
CF | that!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | "Ah-CHOO!" Your sneeze sounds like a lamb's bleat.
CF |
CF | Puffy says "blooey," not without a sour glare at Machon, and looks at
CF | you expectantly.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say blooey"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SAY BLOOEY
CF |
CF | (to Puffy)
CF | Puffy nods at you, relieved by your ability to follow simple
CF | directions (there are benefits, pedagogically speaking, to having a
CF | Great-Aunt!)
CF |
CF | You breeze through the easy bits, until once again you face that
CF | "mighty Potnia" business.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline asks, "Could we have carried the pepper with us?"
Jacqueline says, "Maybe it doesn't matter..."
Jacqueline waits.
DavidW asks, "Maybe if we put it in the cup?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say mighty Potnia"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SAY MIGHTY POTNIA
CF |
CF | (to Puffy)
CF | You need to wait a moment for Puffy to give you the prompt.
CF |
CF | There's that tickle again.
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | "Who bore a great son?" Puffy intones in your general direction.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Possibly, but let's see first."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say might Potnia"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SAY MIGHT POTNIA
CF |
CF | (to Puffy)
CF | There is no reply.
CF |
CF | This definitely feels like a sneeze coming on.
CF |
CF | "Great son?" Puffy asks again. Frankly at this point you'd call this
CF | son something other than great.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "yeah"
Jacqueline says, "do it again"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say mighty potnia"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SAY MIGHTY POTNIA
CF |
CF | (to Puffy)
CF | You get out the "mighty" just fine, but a massive sneeze overcomes you
CF | just as you hit the "Potnia" part -- a nasal explosion that wins
CF | plaudits and catcalls from everyone save Puffy, who's rather drenched
CF | in the results of your triumph. "I suppose that's close enough," he
CF | says, wringing out the hem of his chiton. "Ask me about the ritual
CF | when you're ready for the next bit."
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Maybe ---yeah"
Jacqueline says, "Also, ew"
Knight_Otu says, "Ew."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf2"
CF | >
CF | > SAVE
CF | %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Telesterion
CF | > SAVEOk.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW says, "That is definitely not very nice."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask puffy about ritual"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > ASK PUFFY ABOUT RITUAL
CF |
CF | "Yes, let's get on with it," says Puffy, sniffing in what's either
CF | irritation or a coming head-cold. "Where was I..."
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | "This next bit might be hard for you," Puffy says with concern. "You
CF | just need to stay quiet while I prepare the kykeon." You're about to
CF | ask what the blazes this kykeon is that he and Alky are always going
CF | on about, but as the fellow's a born pedant, he's already explaining:
CF | "we make a special drink from the barley and pennyroyal you brought
CF | us, plus a few other special ingredients, then drink it at the end of
CF | the ceremony."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | There's that tickle again.
CF |
CF | Puffy takes out a knife -- your knife! -- from his sleeve, and slowly
CF | tests its point on his finger.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | This definitely feels like a sneeze coming on.
CF |
CF | Now Puffy moves to the platter, and takes the pennyroyal and the ear
CF | of barley you found earlier.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | "Ah-CHOO!" Your sneeze sounds like a goose's honk.
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | Puffy looks at you, horrified. "We need silence! Talk to me when
CF | you're ready to try again."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing. A crowd of
CF | your soon-to-be-fellow initiates mob the comestibles and imbibables
CF | spread across the tables, breaking into song when the mood hits and
CF | intermittently flit to one of the numberless couches for a lie-down
CF | when the system needs a touch of strengthening. Alky is amidst the
CF | mob but somehow not of it, elegant and poised even as he gives a date
CF | a dainty nibble.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | Alky canvasses your opinion on a naval versus an infantry strategy for
CF | peeling off the Peloponnesian League's allies, which reminds you that
CF | you really need to catch up on the news.
CF |
CF | There's that tickle again.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drink wine"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > DRINK WINE
CF |
CF | Now that's the stuff -- and it seems to have washed out the tickle in
CF | your throat, too!
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "oh no"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | As you enter, Puffy bustles over to you, officious. "Are you ready to
CF | get on with the initiation?" he asks. After a moment's pause that
CF | awkwardly stretches to two moments, you realize this wasn't
CF | rhetorical.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | rhetorical.
CF | > YES
CF |
CF |
CF | Puffy leads you into the Telesterion and into the stage area.
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Esmond Kerykes -- Puffy to his friends -- lounges about.
CF |
CF | Your cousin Machon Ephippus-Ephippus is seated on a couch, doing his
CF | best to stay upright.
CF |
CF | Puffy heaves a sigh and motions for you to be quiet as he once again
CF | starts to prepare the kykeon.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | You hiccup again.
CF |
CF | Puffy looks at you, horrified. "We need silence! Talk to me when
CF | you're ready to try again."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drink water"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > DRINK WATER
CF |
CF | Water's not your usual wheeze, but dashed if that wasn't refreshing!
CF |
CF | After a moment, you're pretty sure that it's fixed your hiccups, too.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Well, at least we don't have to start completely over."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | As you enter, Puffy bustles over to you, officious. "Are you ready to
CF | get on with the initiation?" he asks. After a moment's pause that
CF | awkwardly stretches to two moments, you realize this wasn't
CF | rhetorical.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | rhetorical.
CF | > YES
CF |
CF |
CF | Puffy leads you into the Telesterion and into the stage area.
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Esmond Kerykes -- Puffy to his friends -- lounges about.
CF |
CF | Your cousin Machon Ephippus-Ephippus is seated on a couch, doing his
CF | best to stay upright.
CF |
CF | Puffy heaves a sigh and motions for you to be quiet as he once again
CF | starts to prepare the kykeon.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | Puffy takes out a knife -- your knife! -- from his sleeve, and slowly
CF | tests its point on his finger.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | Now Puffy moves to the platter, and takes the pennyroyal and the ear
CF | of barley you found earlier.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | Slowly, Puffy drags the knife across the barley, cutting a few kernels
CF | off into a shallow basin, then crushes the pennyroyal and throws it in
CF | too.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | You wait for a moment, sure that there must be something more
CF | interesting to come, but no, Puffy appears to be finished, and one of
CF | his assistants whisks the platter and basin away. "It's a symbolic
CF | act," he says defensively, "means new life will come from old." You
CF | nod, as though this follows -- at any rate, that's one more part of
CF | this thing-gummy finished, so you can check in with Puffy when you're
CF | ready for the next.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push save"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUSH SAVE
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf3"
CF | >
CF | > SAVE
CF | %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Telesterion
CF | > SAVEOk.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask puffy about ritual"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > ASK PUFFY ABOUT RITUAL
CF |
CF | "Yes, let's get on with it," says Puffy, sniffing in what's either
CF | irritation or a coming head-cold. "Where was I..."
CF |
CF | "All right, now we're getting somewhere," Puffy says. "Next we
CF | commemorate those who for a moment brought a smile to holy Demeter's
CF | face while she mourned her lost daughter, by invoking divine
CF | hilarity." You think you've worked this out, and Puffy confirms it:
CF | "Yes, try to make the chaps laugh. Seems in your wheelhouse, no?"
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | The fellows look at you, a bit gormless and certainly not amused.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "dance"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > DANCE
CF |
CF | You give a spin, follow up with a leap, and finish with a high-kick,
CF | spirit-fingering all the while.
CF |
CF | The crowd ribs each other at your antics.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "dance"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > DANCE
CF |
CF | You give a caper, follow up with a shuffle, and finish with a lunge,
CF | head-bobbing all the while.
CF |
CF | The crowd ribs each other at your antics.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sing"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SING
CF |
CF | You belt out this cracking ditty you heard at last month's symposium
CF | -- "hop lightly, hoplite!"
CF |
CF | The crowd ribs each other at your antics.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "act"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > ACT
CF |
CF | This crowd doesn't seem like they want drama -- something more in the
CF | tomfoolery line would be the ticket.
CF |
CF | You shuffle your feet a bit, and the crowd, mistaking that for
CF | dancing, gives you a smattering of applause.
CF |
CF | Despite your best efforts, boredom has overtaken the crowd. "Best give
CF | it a breather," Puffy advises, "come back when you've fine-tuned your
CF | act and your persona."
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Ah, hah. Persona."
DavidW says, "Seems like we need to dress up for this part."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Closet
CF | Either the rites of Eleusis involve quite a lot of fancy-dress
CF | shenanigans, or one of the priests is a clothes horse of very little
CF | discernment, because this small room is chock-a-block with clothes,
CF | including a hat rack, a bin for accessories, and a bench heaped with
CF | shoes -- everything you might need for a party or some light comic
CF | theater.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the south.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "oh ah"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x clothes"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X CLOTHES
CF |
CF | Up close, these items are fairly tawdry -- your valet would not
CF | approve.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search clothes"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH CLOTHES
CF |
CF | Up close, these items are fairly tawdry -- your valet would not
CF | approve.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear clothes"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > WEAR CLOTHES
CF |
CF | (first taking the clothes)
CF | None of them are a stitch on your chiton.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove chiton"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > REMOVE CHITON
CF |
CF | The evening hasn't gotten nearly eventful enough for that!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x shoes"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X SHOES
CF |
CF | A number of shoes -- hopefully an even one -- are heaped on this
CF | bench. You particularly notice a pair of sandals like Hermes would
CF | wear, and a set of cothurni, like actors wear.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "hahaha"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear cothuri"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > WEAR COTHURI
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear cothurni"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > WEAR COTHURNI
CF |
CF | (first taking the set of cothurni)
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | You pull on the boots, tottering a little as you adjust to the high
CF | soles.
CF |
CF | Your current ensemble looks a little silly.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hats"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X HATS
CF |
CF | You can't use multiple objects with that verb.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hat"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X HAT
CF |
CF | This wooden number sports a profusion of hats -- among the swarm, a
CF | silly, floppy tam, some ear warmers, and a crown of laurels catch your
CF | eye.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear tam"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > WEAR TAM
CF |
CF | (first taking the silly floppy tam)
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | The bright, floppy, be-belled tam settles upon your brow as though you
CF | were born to it.
CF |
CF | Your outfit is fairly ridiculous, but perhaps you've not quite
CF | attained the acme of silliness.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "yay"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bin"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > X BIN
CF |
CF | You root around in the bin like a pig whose supper depends on finding
CF | a prize truffle. Your best finds are a feather boa, and a gold chain
CF | that could do for a belt in a pinch.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear boa"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > WEAR BOA
CF |
CF | (first taking the feather boa)
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | The boa adds a nice splash of color to your ensemble -- or maybe
CF | rather a tsunami than a splash.
CF |
CF | You must admit, your present accoutrements present quite the hilarious
CF | prospect.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > L
CF |
CF | Closet
CF | Either the rites of Eleusis involve quite a lot of fancy-dress
CF | shenanigans, or one of the priests is a clothes horse of very little
CF | discernment, because this small room is chock-a-block with clothes,
CF | including a hat rack, a bin for accessories, and a bench heaped with
CF | shoes -- everything you might need for a party or some light comic
CF | theater.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the south.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | As you enter, Puffy bustles over to you, officious. "Are you ready to
CF | get on with the initiation?" he asks. After a moment's pause that
CF | awkwardly stretches to two moments, you realize this wasn't
CF | rhetorical.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | rhetorical.
CF | > YES
CF |
CF |
CF | Puffy leads you into the Telesterion and into the stage area.
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Esmond Kerykes -- Puffy to his friends -- lounges about.
CF |
CF | Your cousin Machon Ephippus-Ephippus is seated on a couch, doing his
CF | best to stay upright.
CF |
CF | "Give us some singing!" someone calls from the crowd. Now there's an
CF | idea!
CF |
CF | "Alright, let's have some more comedy," Puffy says, his lowered
CF | expectations written across his face.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sing"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SING
CF |
CF | You belt out this cracking ditty you heard at last month's symposium
CF | -- "I dream of a trireme".
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "dance"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > DANCE
CF |
CF | The cothurni make you rather totter as you give a spin, follow up with
CF | a leap, and finish with a knee-slide, spirit-fingering all the while.
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "act"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > ACT
CF |
CF | This crowd doesn't seem like they want drama -- something more in the
CF | tomfoolery line would be the ticket.
CF |
CF | The fellows look at you, a bit gormless and certainly not amused.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sing"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SING
CF |
CF | You belt out this cracking ditty you heard at last month's symposium
CF | -- "hop lightly, hoplite!"
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "dance"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > DANCE
CF |
CF | The cothurni make you rather totter as you give a twirl, follow up
CF | with a split, and finish with a high-kick, head-bobbing all the while.
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | Despite your best efforts, boredom has overtaken the crowd once again.
CF | "Best give it a breather," Puffy advises, "come back when you've
CF | fine-tuned your act and your persona. And try to look the part!"
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "huh"
Knight_Otu asks, "Joke, perhaps?"
Jacqueline says, "I was wondering that"
Jacqueline asks, "But how? >TELL JOKE?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "joke"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > JOKE
CF |
CF | You clear your throat slightly. "Who do actors never want to see in
CF | the theater? Boo-eatians."
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "That, or just... right."
Jacqueline says, "oh nice"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask puffy about ritural"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > ASK PUFFY ABOUT RITURAL
CF |
CF | Puffy blinks at you, perhaps taken aback by your rather outlandish
CF | getup.
CF |
CF | You get a blank look of the sort with which you're well acquainted.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask puffy about ritual"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > ASK PUFFY ABOUT RITUAL
CF |
CF | Puffy blinks at you, perhaps taken aback by your rather outlandish
CF | getup.
CF |
CF | "Yes, let's get on with it," says Puffy, sniffing in what's either
CF | irritation or a coming head-cold. "Where was I..."
CF |
CF | "Alright, let's have some more comedy," Puffy says, his lowered
CF | expectations written across his face.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "joke"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > JOKE
CF |
CF | You clear your throat slightly. "Why are Minoans good at keeping
CF | secrets? They're very dis-Crete."
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You clear your throat slightly. "Who's the Athenian lady who lives on
CF | the tallest spot in Athens? Thea Kropolis."
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You clear your throat slightly. "Apologies if you don't like puns,
CF | but it's Sparta the act."
CF |
CF | You get a few scattered laughs, but you detect a note of restlessness
CF | in the crowd -- might be time to change things up!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sing"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SING
CF |
CF | You belt out this cracking ditty you heard at last month's symposium
CF | -- "rock me, Menelaus".
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sing"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > SING
CF |
CF | You belt out this cracking ditty you heard at last month's symposium
CF | -- "hop lightly, hoplite!"
CF |
CF | There are real guffaws in the crowd -- this is the stuff!
CF |
CF | Wave after wave of laughter convulses the crowd, and even Puffy
CF | exhales a sharp chortle or two. "Oh, good show!" he says.
CF |
CF | "Last part," says Puffy, putting a lot of cheek into a heavy
CF | exhalation (now you remember where the nickname came from!). "You lot
CF | need to pass an hour in silent prayer and meditation while the kykeon
CF | brews."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > Z
CF |
CF | Time passes.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "meditate"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > MEDITATE
CF |
CF | Your prayer starts out strong, but as you get to a particularly dull
CF | bit reciting the list of which birds give good omens, your left eyelid
CF | starts to droop down -- for you, an infallible herald of an oncoming
CF | nap -- and you jerk awake in horror. If there's one thing your
CF | Great-Aunts have taught you about prayer vigils, it's that you can't
CF | sleep through them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear toothpick"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > WEAR TOOTHPICK
CF |
CF | Carefully -- very carefully! -- you use the toothpick to prop your
CF | left eyelid open. After a bit of fiddling, you get it wedged in there
CF | pretty good! It's not exactly comfortable, but there's little risk
CF | you'll nod off while it's there.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "meditate"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > MEDITATE
CF |
CF | You're getting through your prayers, but you're interrupted by a
CF | wheeze, and not the diverting kind -- searching for the source, you
CF | see that Machon Ephippus-Ephipus' slouch has turned into more of a
CF | fully-horizontal jobby. Puffy was quite specific about all of you
CF | keeping the vigil, so you resolve to do your part to get him through
CF | -- it's the brotherly thing to do!
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Eugh."
MoyTW says, "this game has some real uncomfortable moments"
DavidW asks, "How do we keep cuz upright?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon, emitting the occasional snore, is insensible to the world
CF | about him.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wake machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > WAKE MACHON
CF |
CF | You rouse Macon with a gentle shake. He smiles his thanks, then emits
CF | a small yawn.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "meditate"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > MEDITATE
CF |
CF | Ephippus-Ephipus is nodding off again, poor lamb, and emits a dry,
CF | repetitive snore. You can't very well keep prodding him awake while
CF | you're in the middle of your meditations, though -- you might need
CF | some help with this.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a feather boa (being worn)
CF | a silly floppy tam (being worn)
CF | a set of cothurni (being worn)
CF | a toothpick (currently propping open your left eye)
CF | a cup
CF | a largish chunk of amphora
CF | a frayed rope
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu asks, "The torch?"
DavidW says, "Or maybe the chunk"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put chunk under machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUT CHUNK UNDER MACHON
CF |
CF | Short of allowing you to relive the childhood fun of a game of
CF | hide-the-stylus, you don't see what this would accomplish.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give chunk to machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > GIVE CHUNK TO MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon Ephippus-Ephipus doesn't look like he wants it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "machon, sit on chunk"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > MACHON, SIT ON CHUNK
CF |
CF | Your cousin's never been especially good at doing what others ask, and
CF | this probably isn't the evening that changes.
CF | Besides, he's sleeping now, which adds an extra element of
CF | challenge.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Hide the stylus... banana...."
DavidW asks, "We should find a banana?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Closet
CF | Either the rites of Eleusis involve quite a lot of fancy-dress
CF | shenanigans, or one of the priests is a clothes horse of very little
CF | discernment, because this small room is chock-a-block with clothes,
CF | including a hat rack, a bin for accessories, and a bench heaped with
CF | shoes -- everything you might need for a party or some light comic
CF | theater.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the south.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop hat, shoes, boa"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > DROP HAT, SHOES, BOA
CF |
CF | silly floppy tam: (first taking the silly floppy tam off)
CF | The tam jingles as you sweep it off the pate.
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF | shoe bench: The shoe bench is already here.
CF | feather boa: (first taking the feather boa off)
CF | With a tinge of regret, you unclasp the boa from about your hips.
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a set of cothurni (being worn)
CF | a toothpick (currently propping open your left eye)
CF | a cup
CF | a largish chunk of amphora
CF | a frayed rope
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop cothurni"
CF ] Closet
CF | >
CF | > DROP COTHURNI
CF |
CF | (first taking the set of cothurni off)
CF | You slide the cothurni off, relieved that now only children and the
CF | exceptionally short will be able to see your nose-hairs.
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing. A crowd of
CF | your soon-to-be-fellow initiates mob the comestibles and imbibables
CF | spread across the tables, breaking into song when the mood hits and
CF | intermittently flit to one of the numberless couches for a lie-down
CF | when the system needs a touch of strengthening. Alky is amidst the
CF | mob but somehow not of it, elegant and poised even as he gobbles down
CF | a handful of grapes.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x banana"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X BANANA
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x food"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X FOOD
CF |
CF | If you had any doubts about the divine nature of the mysteries, this
CF | sm��rg��sbord would remove all doubt. There's more kinds of food and
CF | libation here than you can count (admittedly a low-ish number, as the
CF | somewhat-clunky Attic numeral system isn't doing you any favors on
CF | this score). Olives, dates, figs, and grapes, each plumper than the
CF | last, overflow the tables, and that's just the roundish things!
CF | There's a massive roast and dozens of cheeses -- oh, you could get
CF | used to this.
CF |
CF | A pepper pot and a sampling-platter of honeyed cakes round things out,
CF | and some toothpicks are neatly piled at the far end of the table.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x roast"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X ROAST
CF |
CF | You run through the admittedly-scanty competition before concluding
CF | that yes, this is the most enticing you've ever seen a goat look.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cheeses"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X CHEESES
CF |
CF | It doesn't get any feta than this.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CAKE
CF |
CF | You can't help yourself -- you grab a big lump of honey cake in case
CF | you want a nibble later on.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Good old Machon Ephippus-Ephipus slouches on a couch, having
CF | temporarily lost his struggle to stay upright.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wake machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > WAKE MACHON
CF |
CF | You rouse Macon with a gentle shake. He smiles his thanks, then emits
CF | a small yawn.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give cake to machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > GIVE CAKE TO MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon Ephippus-Ephipus doesn't look like he wants it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit machon with chunk"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > HIT MACHON WITH CHUNK
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chunk"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X CHUNK
CF |
CF | This was definitely an amphora, and not a vase. Or is that backwards?
CF | This head-sized chunk, from the bottom part of the thing, is that all
CF | that survived Puffy's tender ministrations.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put torch under machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUT TORCH UNDER MACHON
CF |
CF | Short of allowing you to relive the childhood fun of a game of
CF | hide-the-stylus, you don't see what this would accomplish.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give torch to machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > GIVE TORCH TO MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon Ephippus-Ephipus doesn't look like he wants it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon is your cousin, with one or two additional removes you've never
CF | been able to keep straight. He's something of a gourmand, with a
CF | physique to match.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hold up machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > HOLD UP MACHON
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | > DavidW asks, "ideas?"
Knight_Otu says, "Not really."
MoyTW asks, "Did we try giving him wine?"
DavidW says, "That would likely give him hiccups, and we need to be silent."
MoyTW asks, "Or maybe he could fall asleep?"
MoyTW says, "...and possibly snore but"
DavidW says, "That's what we're trying to avoid."
DavidW says, "The sleeping is bad."
MoyTW asks, "I thought we were trying to avoid slouching?"
MoyTW says, "well"
MoyTW says, "yeah ok"
MoyTW says, "right."
DavidW says, "I'll get another toothpick."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing. A crowd of
CF | your soon-to-be-fellow initiates mob the comestibles and imbibables
CF | spread across the tables, breaking into song when the mood hits and
CF | intermittently flit to one of the numberless couches for a lie-down
CF | when the system needs a touch of strengthening. Alky is amidst the
CF | mob but somehow not of it, elegant and poised even as he gives a date
CF | a dainty nibble.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take toothpick"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE TOOTHPICK
CF |
CF | You already have that.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "okay, only one toothpick per customer"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cheese"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CHEESE
CF |
CF | You make up a plate from the goodies on offer.
CF |
CF | Alky explains to you his plan for invading Sicily -- or maybe it's his
CF | plan of attack for dinner, you get confused midway through and, to be
CF | fair, hot oil features in both.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Your cousin Machon Ephippus-Ephippus is seated on a couch, doing his
CF | best to stay upright.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give plate to cousin"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > GIVE PLATE TO COUSIN
CF |
CF | If Machon Ephippus-Ephipus is hungry, he can make up his own plate --
CF | this one's yours!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x plate"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X PLATE
CF |
CF | A plate of scrummy delights -- ooh, that olive looks good!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a plate of food
CF | a lump of honey cake
CF | a toothpick (currently propping open your left eye)
CF | a cup
CF | a largish chunk of amphora
CF | a frayed rope
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "meditate"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > MEDITATE
CF |
CF | Ephippus-Ephipus is nodding off again, poor lamb, and emits a dry,
CF | repetitive snore. You can't very well keep prodding him awake while
CF | you're in the middle of your meditations, though -- you might need
CF | some help with this.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put cake in cousin"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUT CAKE IN COUSIN
CF |
CF | That doesn't offer much by way of a receptacle, sadly.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give cake to cousin"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > GIVE CAKE TO COUSIN
CF |
CF | Machon Ephippus-Ephipus doesn't look like he wants it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put cake in machon's mouth"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUT CAKE IN MACHON'S MOUTH
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon, emitting the occasional snore, is insensible to the world
CF | about him.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing. A crowd of
CF | your soon-to-be-fellow initiates mob the comestibles and imbibables
CF | spread across the tables, breaking into song when the mood hits and
CF | intermittently flit to one of the numberless couches for a lie-down
CF | when the system needs a touch of strengthening. Alky is amidst the
CF | mob but somehow not of it, elegant and poised even as he contemplates
CF | an olive.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about snoring"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT SNORING
CF |
CF | You get a blank look of the sort with which you're well acquainted.
CF |
CF | Alky tells you something clever he heard off of that Socrates fellow,
CF | but it's a bit hard to follow and leaves you knowing less than when
CF | you started.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about meditation"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT MEDITATION
CF |
CF | "That bit is rather a bore. Want some company in your meditations?"
CF | Alky asks. "I suppose I could be bothered." He saunters out of the
CF | banquet hall, shooting you a come-hither look.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | source of drinking songs and belches, and eastwards, whence quiet
CF | music and some jolly bracing incense waft. The stairs back down to
CF | the cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and a crowd of the
CF | already-initiated bustling about to witness the ceremonies. Some
CF | tasteful harp music is piping in from a low grating at the back of the
CF | hall, behind a cleared area that's doing its best impression of a
CF | stage.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | Good old Machon Ephippus-Ephipus slouches on a couch, having
CF | temporarily lost his struggle to stay upright.
CF |
CF | Alky is sitting next to you, offering a quick elbow to the ribs or an
CF | acid witticism whenever you're in danger of nodding off.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "meditate"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > MEDITATE
CF |
CF | Ephippus-Ephipus is nodding off again, poor lamb, and emits a dry,
CF | repetitive snore. You can't very well keep prodding him awake while
CF | you're in the middle of your meditations, though -- you might need
CF | some help with this.
CF |
CF | Alky is sitting next to you, offering a quick elbow to the ribs or an
CF | acid witticism whenever you're in danger of nodding off.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give toothpick to machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > GIVE TOOTHPICK TO MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon, emitting the occasional snore, is insensible to the world
CF | about him.
CF |
CF | Alky is sitting next to you, offering a quick elbow to the ribs or an
CF | acid witticism whenever you're in danger of nodding off.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wake machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > WAKE MACHON
CF |
CF | You rouse Macon with a gentle shake. He smiles his thanks, then emits
CF | a small yawn.
CF |
CF | Alky is sitting next to you, offering a quick elbow to the ribs or an
CF | acid witticism whenever you're in danger of nodding off.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give toothpick to machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > GIVE TOOTHPICK TO MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon looks dubiously at the toothpick. "That doesn't seem
CF | especially pleasant," he squeaks. "I'll stay awake this time, I
CF | promise!"
CF |
CF | Alky is sitting next to you, offering a quick elbow to the ribs or an
CF | acid witticism whenever you're in danger of nodding off.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline asks, "Will he, though?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "meditate"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > MEDITATE
CF |
CF | Ephippus-Ephipus is nodding off again, poor lamb, and emits a dry,
CF | repetitive snore. You can't very well keep prodding him awake while
CF | you're in the middle of your meditations, though -- you might need
CF | some help with this.
CF |
CF | Alky is sitting next to you, offering a quick elbow to the ribs or an
CF | acid witticism whenever you're in danger of nodding off.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Of course... not."
MoyTW exclaims, "Yes Machon that doesn't seem especially pleasant but also stop falling asleep!"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear toothpick"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > WEAR TOOTHPICK
CF |
CF | You're already wearing the toothpick (currently propping open your
CF | left eye)!
CF |
CF | Alky is sitting next to you, offering a quick elbow to the ribs or an
CF | acid witticism whenever you're in danger of nodding off.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tell alky about machon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > TELL ALKY ABOUT MACHON
CF |
CF | "He could use some help staying awake, couldn't he?" Alky says, taking
CF | up a position near his couch and giving him a friendly prod back to
CF | awareness.
CF |
CF | Alky is looming over poor Machon, prodding him when he's in danger of
CF | slipping into Hypnos' embrace.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW asks, "How do we get Alky to concentrate on Machon?"
MoyTW says, "Oh."
MoyTW says, "Like that."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "meditate"
CF | >
CF | > MEDITATE
CF |
CF | You mumble your way through an hour's worth of prayers.
CF |
CF | Finally, well after you've started looking about for a water-clock to
CF | check whether the hour is up, Puffy's assistant returns, carefully
CF | tottling in a brim-ful oinochaio, or is it an oinochoai, or an
CF | oinocha-cha -- a jug, you decide, a brim-ful jug. "The kykeon is
CF | ready," Puffy declares, and gosh, this bird is good at bringing the
CF | portent. "You are about to become full initiates into the mysteries
CF | -- so from now on you can't talk about not talking about what you
CF | can't talk about. Right?" You think you're supposed to nod, so you
CF | do, while taking the opportunity to de-toothpick your eye. Meanwhile
CF | the assistant runs out to the banquet-hall to round up the rest of the
CF | crowd, making the telesterion rather a standing-room-only concern and
CF | throwing you, Machon, and Alky into a neighborly clump.
CF |
CF | Puffy raises the jug to his lips, not without a bit of sloshing, and
CF | drinks quite the quaff. He makes a face, then hands it back to the
CF | assistant, who circles the room offering a chug to each personage in
CF | their turn. "We stand together in Eleusis to celebrate the most
CF | sacred mysteries of life, which have been vouchsafed to us for
CF | obeisance and -- say, fellows," Puffy breaks off, laying an unsteady
CF | hand against the nearest pillar, "why aren't you standing still? This
CF | is no -- time for dancing --". He sinks to the floor.
CF |
CF | You shoot a look at Machon -- maybe this is a gag they pull on all the
CF | new initiates, and that wheeze about dancing means there's about to be
CF | a musical number? There was this one supper club where you had to
CF | promise to sing in order to get in (and then once you were in and
CF | they'd heard you, promise to stop singing in order to stay). But no,
CF | this doesn't seem like a gag, as others are now reeling about the same
CF | way Puffy is. "I thought the kykeon tasted off," one of them slurs,
CF | and for a moment you wonder whether your standards with respect to
CF | barley-freshness might need to be recalibrated -- but there's hardly
CF | time to assess the impact of agricultural decay on human metabolism
CF | before the fellows who've already swallowed their share of the kykeon
CF | interrupt your cogitations by making the most frightful stir.
CF |
CF | In a metamorphosis worthy of a poet, the crowd has suddenly become a
CF | mob, with scuffles breaking out left and right, chaps racing flat-out
CF | into pillars, and a few unlucky sods crawling back to the jug for
CF | seconds and thirds of the perhaps-too-potent kykeon. Suddenly Puffy
CF | springs back up, lets out an uninhibited bellow, then sprints out of
CF | the room and clear out of the sanctuary, bringing most of the rest of
CF | the crowd along in his wake. In the confusion, you kick over the
CF | kykeon, in a closing-the-barn-door-after-it's-too-late sort of way,
CF | then follow so you don't miss too much of the excitement.
CF |
CF | Please press SPACE to continue. MoyTW says, "We are very good at this."
DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Portico
CF |
CF | Great-Aunt Agnes says that things always go wrong when you're around,
CF | and you have to allow there's perhaps a smidgen of truth in that --
CF | though now that you think of it, you're always around when you're
CF | around -- or to put it another way, you're never around when you're
CF | not around -- so you can't say as you have an adequate baseline from
CF | which to measure.
CF |
CF | At any rate, thing are certainly going wrong now. The mob is milling
CF | about, somewhere a horse gives a frightened whinny, and who knows
CF | where Puffy's wound up.
CF |
CF | Oh, hang on, there he is!
CF |
CF | He's on the roof.
CF |
CF | "Seems to me as though things are wrapping up here," sniffs Alky as he
CF | comes over to you and Machon. "Time to head back to Athens for the
CF | after party, I think. Oh don't worry," he says, to your questioning
CF | look, "you've been properly initiated and all. Or at least that's
CF | what we'll tell Puffy once he's better. Though Hippy rather panicked
CF | and smashed up my chariot," Alky says, throwing a judgmental glance
CF | westward, "so you'll need to see to my horse and vehicle before we can
CF | go. And I suppose you should see to Puffy, as well."
CF |
CF | You're not sure why you've been dragooned into taking care of all of
CF | this, but then you see how fetching Alky looks as he leans suavely
CF | against a pillar, puckishly tossing his curls, and you resign yourself
CF | to playing the dogsbody once again.
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Atop the
CF | roof of the temple, Puffy is leaping and capering about like he's
CF | taken leave of his gourd (upon reflection, you think that might
CF | actually be what's happened).
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, stifling a yawn while he
CF | waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pillars"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X PILLARS
CF |
CF | The sanctuary is reasonably big as such things go -- you should know,
CF | you've been faffing about in and under it all evening. The portico
CF | and steps leading into it do what they can to impress, from the
CF | stately pillars to the delicately-painted pediment (or so you assume,
CF | your eyesight isn't the best, but Puffy doesn't seem the type of bird
CF | to skimp out on the little things). You remember your Great-Uncle
CF | once telling you why this sort of jobby is called "hexastyle", but in
CF | your somewhat jumbled recollection it had to do either with the number
CF | six or with witches, you can't remember which, though probably that's
CF | neither here nor there (unless it's witches). Currently, the
CF | impression made by the old slab is somewhat undermined by the mob of
CF | maniacs milling about and the high priest raving like a loon while
CF | dancing around the roof.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | Getting up on the roof to help Puffy is a capital idea, but your
CF | vertical hop is ever so slightly not up to the task, and the pillars
CF | here don't have enough frilly bits to provide adequate handholds.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pillars"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > X PILLARS
CF |
CF | They say if you've seen one pillar, you've seen them all, and by the
CF | evidence here you agree (though you do have just a touch of
CF | nearsightedness, so possibly there's some excitement going on
CF | somewhere in all those ceiling-adjacent blurs).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search pillars"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH PILLARS
CF |
CF | They say if you've seen one pillar, you've seen them all, and by the
CF | evidence here you agree (though you do have just a touch of
CF | nearsightedness, so possibly there's some excitement going on
CF | somewhere in all those ceiling-adjacent blurs).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb pillars"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > CLIMB PILLARS
CF |
CF | You're not opposed to a spot of acrobatics, but typically you like
CF | there to be a point, or at least an audience.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Atop the
CF | roof of the temple, Puffy is leaping and capering about like he's
CF | taken leave of his gourd (upon reflection, you think that might
CF | actually be what's happened).
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, looking up at the moon to
CF | guess at the time while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search pillars"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH PILLARS
CF |
CF | The sanctuary is reasonably big as such things go -- you should know,
CF | you've been faffing about in and under it all evening. The portico
CF | and steps leading into it do what they can to impress, from the
CF | stately pillars to the delicately-painted pediment (or so you assume,
CF | your eyesight isn't the best, but Puffy doesn't seem the type of bird
CF | to skimp out on the little things). You remember your Great-Uncle
CF | once telling you why this sort of jobby is called "hexastyle", but in
CF | your somewhat jumbled recollection it had to do either with the number
CF | six or with witches, you can't remember which, though probably that's
CF | neither here nor there (unless it's witches). Currently, the
CF | impression made by the old slab is somewhat undermined by the mob of
CF | maniacs milling about and the high priest raving like a loon while
CF | dancing around the roof.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb pillars"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > CLIMB PILLARS
CF |
CF | Getting up on the roof to help Puffy is a capital idea, but your
CF | vertical hop is ever so slightly not up to the task, and the pillars
CF | here don't have enough frilly bits to provide adequate handholds.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | This nice little yard, bounded by a low wall, is the kind of lovely,
CF | bucolic place you'd never be caught dead in if you had the choice.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, by which
CF | stands the penultimate herm on the way from Athens to Eleusis, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed-like building, or possibly just a
CF | shed, stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hippy"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > X HIPPY
CF |
CF | Alky's horse, much like her master, is a good-looking animal with
CF | questionable self-control. She rears away from the pig, her wide eyes
CF | glancing and rolling every which way, like a rampaging Great-Aunt.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > X PIG
CF |
CF | Despite Hippy's dislike, this pig seems all right to you -- he
CF | snuffles over to you, tongue lolling out.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > TAKE PIG
CF |
CF | This pig's admirable girth suggests that the question isn't so much
CF | whether you'd like to shift him about as whether he'd deign to be
CF | shifted.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Workshop
CF | The ambiance here in this workshop -- with its worktable, scattering
CF | of tools, and general aura of hard, honest toil -- makes you
CF | positively allergic.
CF |
CF | A low opening to the north leads to the only-better-by-comparison
CF | yard.
CF |
CF | Alky's second-best chariot is here, somewhat the worse for wear.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chariot"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X CHARIOT
CF |
CF | Alky's chariot is a sporty little thing, with flashy gilded inlays and
CF | a low, sleek profile. Unfortunately, currently one of the wheels is
CF | listing, and the reins hang in tatters from their anchoring ring,
CF | somewhat limiting the chariot's top speed.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tie rope to reins"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > TIE ROPE TO REINS
CF |
CF | You're dubious that the frayed rope is a long-term solution to this
CF | rum critical-dearth-of-reins situation, but it only needs to get Alky
CF | back to Athens, you reason. You tie it extra tight just to be sure.
CF |
CF | That's one makeshift rein in, so everything's set so long as Alky only
CF | turns left.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X WHEEL
CF |
CF | You quickly diagnose the concern here -- a significant portion of the
CF | rim has been smashed away. With this much wood missing, it's
CF | currently somewhat-ineffective qua wheel. You'll need to effect some
CF | repairs before it's fit to turn once again.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > REMOVE WHEEL
CF |
CF | With much lifting and grunting, you pull the broken wheel free of the
CF | chariot's axiom (you think that's the word).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X WHEEL
CF |
CF | You quickly diagnose the concern here -- a significant portion of the
CF | rim has been smashed away. With this much wood missing, it's
CF | currently somewhat-ineffective qua wheel. You'll need to effect some
CF | repairs before it's fit to turn once again.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x axle"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X AXLE
CF |
CF | Alky's chariot is a sporty little thing, with flashy gilded inlays and
CF | a low, sleek profile. Unfortunately, currently the reins hang in
CF | tatters from their anchoring ring, somewhat limiting the chariot's top
CF | speed. The chariot also currently violates the fairly strict
CF | requirement that chariots have at least two wheels.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put chunk on axle"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT CHUNK ON AXLE
CF |
CF | Putting things on Alky's chariot would achieve nothing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a wheel
CF | a plate of food
CF | a lump of honey cake
CF | a toothpick
CF | a cup
CF | a largish chunk of amphora
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "I assume the food or cake helps with the pig."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF | Your carefully-cultivated look wouldn't be quite as effective if you
CF | were lugging a wheel with you -- best leave that here.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > DROP WHEEL
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show plate to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > SHOW PLATE TO PIG
CF |
CF | The pig perks up, his eyes -- and snout -- raptly following the plate,
CF | and by extension, you.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Atop the
CF | roof of the temple, Puffy is leaping and capering about like he's
CF | taken leave of his gourd (upon reflection, you think that might
CF | actually be what's happened).
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, stifling a yawn while he
CF | waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pig"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X PIG
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask machon about alky"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > ASK MACHON ABOUT ALKY
CF |
CF | "Sounds like one of your fancy friends," Machon says.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Didn't follow."
DavidW says, "I noticed."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give food to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE FOOD TO PIG
CF |
CF | You've seen some fellows with an appetite tuck into their chow like
CF | they mean it, but none of them have anything on this pig -- he gobbles
CF | down the food, gives a last dainty lick, then looks back up at you,
CF | eager for more (after the treatment the pig's given the plate, you're
CF | content to let it go).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Atop the
CF | roof of the temple, Puffy is leaping and capering about like he's
CF | taken leave of his gourd (upon reflection, you think that might
CF | actually be what's happened).
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, idly cleaning a nail
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pig"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X PIG
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > X PIG
CF |
CF | Despite Hippy's dislike, this pig seems all right to you -- he
CF | snuffles over to you, tongue lolling out.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pet pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > PET PIG
CF |
CF | He seems to like that!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ride pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > RIDE PIG
CF |
CF | It would be beneath the pig's dignity to carry you around.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Atop the
CF | roof of the temple, Puffy is leaping and capering about like he's
CF | taken leave of his gourd (upon reflection, you think that might
CF | actually be what's happened).
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, twiddling his thumbs
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb machon"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > CLIMB MACHON
CF |
CF | Getting up on the roof to help Puffy is a capital idea, but your
CF | vertical hop is ever so slightly not up to the task, and the pillars
CF | here don't have enough frilly bits to provide adequate handholds.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "get on machon"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > GET ON MACHON
CF |
CF | He's not something you can enter.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "machon, climb me"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > MACHON, CLIMB ME
CF |
CF | Your cousin's never been especially good at doing what others ask, and
CF | this probably isn't the evening that changes.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and now, post-ceremony, an overall
CF | air of ravishment and mayhem, with the large pool of kykeon spilling
CF | out of its ceremonial jug the most obvious factor depressing property
CF | values.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x jug"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X JUG
CF |
CF | If you were to imagine a drink of minty, fermented barley, then
CF | imagined that it was ten times worse than the way you first imagined
CF | it, you'd be approaching an idea of the foul liquid spilling out of
CF | this jug.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take jug"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > TAKE JUG
CF |
CF | Oh good heavens no.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pillars"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X PILLARS
CF |
CF | They say if you've seen one pillar, you've seen them all, and by the
CF | evidence here you agree (though you do have just a touch of
CF | nearsightedness, so possibly there's some excitement going on
CF | somewhere in all those ceiling-adjacent blurs).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ceiling"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > X CEILING
CF |
CF | You lift your eyes heavenward, thinking that's the sort of thing one
CF | does in the middle of a ceremony. The marble ceiling is nice enough,
CF | but you quickly grow bored.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb pillars"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > CLIMB PILLARS
CF |
CF | You're not opposed to a spot of acrobatics, but typically you like
CF | there to be a point, or at least an audience.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Atop the
CF | roof of the temple, Puffy is leaping and capering about like he's
CF | taken leave of his gourd (upon reflection, you think that might
CF | actually be what's happened).
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, looking up at the moon to
CF | guess at the time while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Side of the Temple
CF | The path leads to a cozy, tree-lined nook off to the side of the
CF | sanctuary, which would be quite the place for peaceful contemplation
CF | were it not for the mob tramping about the portico and Puffy dancing
CF | one of your louder species of tarantella up on the roof.
CF |
CF | Of course, one of the things that would make it so suited for a piece
CF | of the said peaceful cont. is that it's rather dull -- besides all the
CF | trees, there's not much here besides the path leading back south to
CF | the portico.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pillars"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > X PILLARS
CF |
CF | A row of pillars runs down the length of the sanctuary, so regimented
CF | and regular that you wonder how the architect made it through the
CF | project without nodding off. From this angle you can make out enough
CF | of the roof to confirm that Puffy has yet to see reason and come down.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | You lay a preliminary hand on a low branch, but recoil when the
CF | buzzing of the bees rises to a menacing key.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bees"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > X BEES
CF |
CF | This hive's sporting one of your bigger dents, as though it ran afoul
CF | of a particularly uncoordinated bear; honey oozes about the hole.
CF | Unsurprisingly given the threat to hearth and home, it's positively
CF | popping with bees, who are crawling about in patterns so complicated
CF | it makes your brain hurt to try to follow them. You feel bad for the
CF | blighters, since you've always liked bees -- your Great-Uncle took up
CF | apiculture a few years back, in point of fact, so you've got a bit of
CF | a family connection.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put cake in hive"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > PUT CAKE IN HIVE
CF |
CF | They've already got rather a lot of honey stored up in their hive.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put cake in hole"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > PUT CAKE IN HOLE
CF |
CF | They've already got rather a lot of honey stored up in their hive.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear cake"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > WEAR CAKE
CF |
CF | You can't wear that!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show cake to bees"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > SHOW CAKE TO BEES
CF |
CF | Works better when you try that on a person (or at least an animal), in
CF | your experience.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put torch in hive"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > PUT TORCH IN HIVE
CF |
CF | Cringing away from the occasional over-bold bee, you hold the torch
CF | blindly up towards the hive until you think it's gotten an adequate
CF | dosage of smoke -- at least, the bees do seem a bit more lassitudinous
CF | in their buzzing now.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu exclaims, "But bees are animals!"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | You haul yourself up the tree and thence to the roof, not without some
CF | difficulty.
CF |
CF | Roof
CF | The first thing you learn upon reaching the summit of the sanctuary is
CF | that roofing-tiles have a decided tendency to slip out from under one
CF | if one isn't paying the utmost attention. The second thing you learn
CF | is that paying the utmost attention is not exactly on the menu when a
CF | deranged Puffy is gamboling towards you with an ominous glint in the
CF | eye.
CF |
CF | "You!" he snarls (yes, you'd have to say "snarls") -- "you bollixed
CF | everything up! I'll beat you into a jelly!" You utter a note of
CF | protest -- if nothing else, this is rum doings after you came up here
CF | to help him! -- and do what you can to evade the lunge with which he
CF | apparently intends to commence the jellying process. Sadly, the
CF | roofing-tiles do not cooperate with your plan, giving out under you as
CF | you attempt to flee. Scrabbling about for an anchor-point at the same
CF | time Puffy is scrabbling about for your throat, the two of you meet in
CF | a less-than-brotherly embrace and immediately tumble off the roof.
CF |
CF | It's something of a task to disentangle yourself and Puffy, and sort
CF | out which limbs belong to whom -- including an awkward moment where it
CF | seems as though the thing might not come off and one might need to
CF | discuss non-custodial visitation rights vis a vis an ambiguous elbow.
CF | At least the fall seems to have knocked some sense into Puffy, as he
CF | looks like he's back to his old, lovable, long-suffering self, albeit
CF | somewhat the worse for wear. Besides the dirt smeared on his face
CF | like greasepaint and the twigs sprouting from his hair, he also has a
CF | bit of honeycomb stuck to his chiton (he must have had a run-in with
CF | bees on his way to the roof).
CF |
CF | "Thanks awfully, old chap," he croaks at you, then swallows heavily.
CF | "I suppose that wasn't the best batch of kykeon I've brewed, but it
CF | can't be helped." Alky and Machon, acting something like a Greek
CF | chorus, loudly agree with the sentiment, which seems to reassure him.
CF | "I think I need a bit of a lie-down," this somewhat-rattled Puffy
CF | says, "good night." He slumps down, landing on what you have to admit
CF | is the portico's comfiest-looking pillar.
CF |
CF | As you dust yourself off and stand, you notice that Puffy seems to
CF | have bounced off the herm on his way down, and as a result the
CF | statue's unmentionable has been knocked clean off.
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, stifling a yawn while he
CF | waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x herm"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X HERM
CF |
CF | Herms are little monuments sacred to Hermes -- the tell is in the
CF | name, most people don't know that -- which line the Sacred Way to
CF | Eleusis, helping protect it and fend off evil spirits and all that
CF | sort of thing. There's a rather ho-hum bust of Hermes atop a stone
CF | pillar, and an anything-but-ho-hum central attribute midway down that
CF | typically makes things awkward when it comes up in conversation with,
CF | say, one's Great-Aunt. The unmentionable is rather the worse for
CF | wear.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take unmentionable"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > TAKE UNMENTIONABLE
CF |
CF | You don't have the expertise to effect any immediate repairs to the
CF | situation, and if you seem too interested someone might think you had
CF | something to do with breaking it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x honeycomb"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X HONEYCOMB
CF |
CF | This chunk of honeycomb has suffered more than its share of
CF | bludgeoning, and there are still a few bees buzzing desultorily about,
CF | but it remains sticky and delicious.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take it"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > TAKE IT
CF |
CF | You delicately remove the honeycomb from Puffy's chest -- he's still
CF | dirty, bedraggled, and stickier-fingered than your cousin Pamphilos
CF | who nobody invites around any more, but at least you've done
CF | something.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give honeycomb to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE HONEYCOMB TO PIG
CF |
CF | pig might enjoy the honeycomb, but then, you might enjoy it too.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x honeycomb"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > X HONEYCOMB
CF |
CF | This chunk of honeycomb has suffered more than its share of
CF | bludgeoning, and there are still a few bees buzzing desultorily about,
CF | but it remains sticky and delicious.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put honeycomb on pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > PUT HONEYCOMB ON PIG
CF |
CF | That would just make a sticky mess.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat honeycomb"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > EAT HONEYCOMB
CF |
CF | You bring the honeycomb near your mouth for a nibble, but the upset
CF | buzzing of the bees still inside it puts you off.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "smoke honeycomb"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > SMOKE HONEYCOMB
CF |
CF | What do you want to smoke the honeycomb with?
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "torch"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > TORCH
CF |
CF | These poor bees have suffered enough.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw honeycomb at pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > THROW HONEYCOMB AT PIG
CF |
CF | pig might enjoy the honeycomb, but then, you might enjoy it too.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show honeycomb to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > SHOW HONEYCOMB TO PIG
CF |
CF | Your Great-Aunt has impressed upon you that showing off one's
CF | possessions does not strike the proper tone.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give honeycomb to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE HONEYCOMB TO PIG
CF |
CF | pig might enjoy the honeycomb, but then, you might enjoy it too.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "I wonder if the honey is to repair the wheel? Not that it makes that much sense, but..."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Workshop
CF | The ambiance here in this workshop -- with its worktable, scattering
CF | of tools, and general aura of hard, honest toil -- makes you
CF | positively allergic.
CF |
CF | A low opening to the north leads to the only-better-by-comparison
CF | yard.
CF |
CF | Alky's second-best chariot is here, somewhat the worse for wear.
CF |
CF | You can also see a wheel here.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "repair wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > REPAIR WHEEL
CF |
CF | That's a fine aspiration so far as it goes, but to carry it out you'll
CF | need to get more specific.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put honeycomb on wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT HONEYCOMB ON WHEEL
CF |
CF | You squeeze a generous helping of honey onto the wheel, making the
CF | wood on either side of the gap quite sticky. This turns the comb
CF | into a mashed lump of honey, wax, and deeply miffed honeybees, so you
CF | dispose of it posthaste (and lick your fingers clean best as you can).
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Belatedly, I'd just like to put in my formal opposition to the spelling of 'bollocksed' as 'bollixed'"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put chunk on wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT CHUNK ON WHEEL
CF |
CF | Even if you could cram that into the gap in the wheel's wooden rim,
CF | you don't see how it would help.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gap"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X GAP
CF |
CF | You quickly diagnose the concern here -- a significant portion of the
CF | rim has been smashed away. With this much wood missing, it's
CF | currently somewhat-ineffective qua wheel. You'll need to effect some
CF | repairs before it's fit to turn once again. The wood around the gap
CF | has been coated in copious layers of honey, like the world's most
CF | splintery baklava.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put torch in gap"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT TORCH IN GAP
CF |
CF | Even if you could cram that into the gap in the wheel's wooden rim,
CF | you don't see how it would help.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a lump of honey cake
CF | a toothpick
CF | a cup
CF | a largish chunk of amphora
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put cake in gap"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT CAKE IN GAP
CF |
CF | You squeeze a generous helping of honey onto the wheel, making the
CF | wood on either side of the gap quite sticky. The de-honeyed cake is
CF | rather unappetizing, so you discreetly chuck it away (and lick your
CF | fingers clean best as you can).
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Hm."
DavidW says, "looks like either the honey cake or the honeycomb was meant as a 'glue' here."
Knight_Otu asks, "But what's meant to fill the gap?"
DavidW says, "I don't know."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf4"
CF | >
CF | > SAVE
CF | %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Workshop
CF | > SAVEOk.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put toothpick in gap"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT TOOTHPICK IN GAP
CF |
CF | Even if you could cram that into the gap in the wheel's wooden rim,
CF | you don't see how it would help.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > L
CF |
CF | Workshop
CF | The ambiance here in this workshop -- with its worktable, scattering
CF | of tools, and general aura of hard, honest toil -- makes you
CF | positively allergic.
CF |
CF | A low opening to the north leads to the only-better-by-comparison
CF | yard.
CF |
CF | Alky's second-best chariot is here, somewhat the worse for wear.
CF |
CF | You can also see a wheel here.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x worktable"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X WORKTABLE
CF |
CF | You're more acquainted with tables than with work, but you think
CF | you've got this sorted out -- there's a flat surface, there's a toothy
CF | apparatus you recognize as a saw, then a jumble of miscellaneous
CF | tools, parts, and whatsits.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x jumble"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X JUMBLE
CF |
CF | The saw you can make out, but otherwise your eyes glaze over as they
CF | take in a hodge-podge of pegs, nails, joints (you think), joists
CF | (perhaps?), adzes, awls.... If you're fuzzy on the nomenclature,
CF | you're even fuzzier on the usage of this miscellany.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take saw"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > TAKE SAW
CF |
CF | Your previous experience gallivanting around with large, sharp objects
CF | has been such that you'd rather just use the saw in situ, if needed.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "saw table"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > SAW TABLE
CF |
CF | (with the saw)
CF | You're not sure that would appreciate a trim.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "saw torch"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > SAW TORCH
CF |
CF | (with the saw)
CF | You're not sure that would appreciate a trim.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "saw wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > SAW WHEEL
CF |
CF | (with the saw)
CF | You're not sure that would appreciate a trim.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "saw wood"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > SAW WOOD
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > L
CF |
CF | Workshop
CF | The ambiance here in this workshop -- with its worktable, scattering
CF | of tools, and general aura of hard, honest toil -- makes you
CF | positively allergic.
CF |
CF | A low opening to the north leads to the only-better-by-comparison
CF | yard.
CF |
CF | Alky's second-best chariot is here, somewhat the worse for wear.
CF |
CF | You can also see a wheel here.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chariot"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X CHARIOT
CF |
CF | Alky's chariot is a sporty little thing, with flashy gilded inlays and
CF | a low, sleek profile. Unfortunately, currently the reins hang in
CF | tatters from their anchoring ring, somewhat limiting the chariot's top
CF | speed. The chariot also currently violates the fairly strict
CF | requirement that chariots have at least two wheels.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x inlays"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X INLAYS
CF |
CF | Alky's chariot is a sporty little thing, with flashy gilded inlays and
CF | a low, sleek profile. Unfortunately, currently the reins hang in
CF | tatters from their anchoring ring, somewhat limiting the chariot's top
CF | speed. The chariot also currently violates the fairly strict
CF | requirement that chariots have at least two wheels.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look under chariot"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > LOOK UNDER CHARIOT
CF |
CF | You find nothing of interest.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF | You're certainly tempted to slink back to Athens, but you'd feel
CF | guilty leaving all this chaos behind you -- especially since the
CF | uncharitable might consider that you played a very minor role in
CF | bringing things to this point. Besides, it'd be a long walk!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, frowning while he waits
CF | for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Side of the Temple
CF | The path leads to a cozy, tree-lined nook off to the side of the
CF | sanctuary, which would be quite the place for peaceful contemplation
CF | were it not for the mob tramping about the portico.
CF |
CF | Of course, one of the things that would make it so suited for a piece
CF | of the said peaceful cont. is that it's rather dull -- besides all the
CF | trees, there's not much here besides the path leading back south to
CF | the portico.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > U
CF |
CF | There's no need to climb to such vertiginous heights, thankfully.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tree"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > X TREE
CF |
CF | There's a nice copse (or is it a grove?) of trees here, with one
CF | noticeably tall tree growing close to the side of the sanctuary,
CF | throwing out branches willy-nilly and with a particularly green and
CF | springy one growing fairly close to the ground.
CF |
CF | Olive buds grow everywhere, though they look rather immature (you can
CF | sympathize). Closer inspection also reveals a sizable bee hive slung
CF | under one of the boughs.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x buds"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > X BUDS
CF |
CF | Hard and bud-like, these olives will eventually be delicious, but
CF | there's a long way to go yet.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline asks, "I... think copse and grove are synonyms?"
Jacqueline says, "Admittedly, not sure."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take buds"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > TAKE BUDS
CF |
CF | Your plans for the evening would be slightly crimped by the severe
CF | digestive distress these olive buds would occasion.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take bough"
CF ] Side of the Temple
CF | >
CF | > TAKE BOUGH
CF |
CF | You grab onto the branch -- because the wood is so green, it takes
CF | quite a lot of undignified bending and straining, but finally you're
CF | able to snap it off the tree.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, twiddling his thumbs
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Workshop
CF | The ambiance here in this workshop -- with its worktable, scattering
CF | of tools, and general aura of hard, honest toil -- makes you
CF | positively allergic.
CF |
CF | A low opening to the north leads to the only-better-by-comparison
CF | yard.
CF |
CF | Alky's second-best chariot is here, somewhat the worse for wear.
CF |
CF | You can also see a wheel here.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "saw bough"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > SAW BOUGH
CF |
CF | (with the saw)
CF | Using the saw, you trim off various of the unsightly knots, twigs, &c.
CF | until the branch is a smooth, smart-looking number.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a springy green branch
CF | a toothpick
CF | a cup
CF | a largish chunk of amphora
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x branch"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X BRANCH
CF |
CF | This one particular branch, a bit less than arm-length, seems
CF | especially springy and flexible.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put branch on wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT BRANCH ON WHEEL
CF |
CF | You think you're onto something, but it's hard to fit the branch onto
CF | the wheel since the latter is wobbling about quite a lot on the uneven
CF | floor.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop chunk"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > DROP CHUNK
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put wheel on chunk"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT WHEEL ON CHUNK
CF |
CF | (first taking the wheel)
CF | Putting things on the largish chunk of amphora would achieve nothing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x floor"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X FLOOR
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put wheel on chariot"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT WHEEL ON CHARIOT
CF |
CF | The wheel is still hors de combat, so replacing it would be premature.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put wheel on bench"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT WHEEL ON BENCH
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Put the... hm."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put wheel on workbench"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT WHEEL ON WORKBENCH
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x put wheel on worktable"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X PUT WHEEL ON WORKTABLE
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put wheel on worktable"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT WHEEL ON WORKTABLE
CF |
CF | You put the wheel on the worktable.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put branch on wheel"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT BRANCH ON WHEEL
CF |
CF | The honey helps glue the branch into place as you strain, bend, and
CF | shimmy it onto the rim of the wheel. You lash it all together with
CF | some tiny bits of twine you find lying around on the work-table, and
CF | at the end of it you've got a mostly-serviceable wheel.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put wheel on chariot"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > PUT WHEEL ON CHARIOT
CF |
CF | With even more lifting and grunting than it took to get it off, you
CF | manage to shove the repaired wheel back where it belongs.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chariot"
CF ] Workshop
CF | >
CF | > X CHARIOT
CF |
CF | Alky's chariot is a sporty little thing, with flashy gilded inlays and
CF | a low, sleek profile. The reins hang in tatters from their anchoring
CF | ring, somewhat limiting the chariot's top speed.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf5"
CF | >
CF | > SAVE
CF | %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Workshop
CF | > SAVEOk.
CF |
CF | > DavidW says, "Pig is all that's left."
Knight_Otu says, "At least for now."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says (to KO), "True"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > HIT PIG
CF |
CF | Violence is against the code, old man.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "kiss pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > KISS PIG
CF |
CF | It's really not that sort of party.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "NO"
Jacqueline says, "NO HIT PIG"
Jacqueline says, "NO"
DavidW says, "fine, I'll get more food and stifle my idea of making a whipping cane from another branch."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, idly cleaning a nail
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask machon about pig"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > ASK MACHON ABOUT PIG
CF |
CF | "You know, I had a pig once," Machon says. "As a pet, I mean."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tell machon about pig"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > TELL MACHON ABOUT PIG
CF |
CF | "You know, I had a pig once," Machon says. "As a pet, I mean."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Also, please no attempts to molest the pig ala PigGate."
DavidW says, "The thought already crossed my mind."
Jacqueline says, "no"
MoyTW says, "uh"
MoyTW says, "what"
Jacqueline says, "just ... no"
DavidW says, "sorry"
DavidW says, "I did think of it and rejected it as helpful."
Jacqueline says (to MoyTW), "... um ... [LINK]"
DavidW says, "er as unhelpful"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take food"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE FOOD
CF |
CF | You make up a plate from the goodies on offer.
CF |
CF | > MoyTW says, "oh"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CAKE
CF |
CF | You can't help yourself -- you grab a big lump of honey cake in case
CF | you want a nibble later on.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "... yeah"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, stifling a yawn while he
CF | waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give cake to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE CAKE TO PIG
CF |
CF | You've seen some fellows with an appetite tuck into their chow like
CF | they mean it, but none of them have anything on this pig -- he gobbles
CF | down the cake, gives a last dainty lick, then looks back up at you,
CF | eager for more.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give food to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE FOOD TO PIG
CF |
CF | You've seen some fellows with an appetite tuck into their chow like
CF | they mean it, but none of them have anything on this pig -- he gobbles
CF | down the food, gives a last dainty lick, then looks back up at you,
CF | eager for more (after the treatment the pig's given the plate, you're
CF | content to let it go).
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, twiddling his thumbs
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about pig"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT PIG
CF |
CF | "Looks as though he likes his grub almost as you do," Alky says
CF | approvingly.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about puffy"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT PUFFY
CF |
CF | "Yes, well done," says Alky, glancing towards Puffy's slumbering form.
CF | "Now he's once again the boring Puffy we all know and love."
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x puffy"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X PUFFY
CF |
CF | Puffy, poor lamb, is nestled against the pillar like it's the softest
CF | sleeping-couch he's found.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x alky"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X ALKY
CF |
CF | Now here's a chap who really fills out a chiton. Those flashing eyes,
CF | those silken curls, that perennial sneer have charmed many a gal and
CF | many more a fellow. He's managed to grab his lyre in the confusion,
CF | and tucked it under his arm.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky about lyre"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY ABOUT LYRE
CF |
CF | "It's only my third best," Alky says, as though in apology.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask alky for lyre"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > ASK ALKY FOR LYRE
CF |
CF | "It's only my third best," Alky says, as though in apology.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "alky, play lyre"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > ALKY, PLAY LYRE
CF |
CF | There is no reply.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "play lyre"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > PLAY LYRE
CF |
CF | I didn't understand that sentence.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x machon"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X MACHON
CF |
CF | Machon is your cousin, with one or two additional removes you've never
CF | been able to keep straight. He's something of a gourmand, with a
CF | physique to match.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "We won't be a-lyre-ing the pig."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps). Jacqueline says, "good"
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take hippy"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > TAKE HIPPY
CF |
CF | I don't suppose Hippy would care for that.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hippy, south"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > HIPPY, SOUTH
CF |
CF | In your experience animals are generally a bit hard to move with
CF | honeyed words of persuasion alone.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, stifling a yawn while he
CF | waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take honey"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE HONEY
CF |
CF | You can't help yourself -- you grab a big lump of honey cake in case
CF | you want a nibble later on.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, looking up at the moon to
CF | guess at the time while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give honey to hippy"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE HONEY TO HIPPY
CF |
CF | You're not sure whether horses like honey cake, but you're quite sure
CF | that you do, so you decide to hang onto it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put honey on pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > PUT HONEY ON PIG
CF |
CF | That would just make a sticky mess.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show cake to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > SHOW CAKE TO PIG
CF |
CF | The pig perks up, his eyes -- and snout -- raptly following the plate,
CF | and by extension, you.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF | You're certainly tempted to slink back to Athens, but you'd feel
CF | guilty leaving all this chaos behind you -- especially since the
CF | uncharitable might consider that you played a very minor role in
CF | bringing things to this point. Besides, it'd be a long walk!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, twiddling his thumbs
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pig"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X PIG
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x grass"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > X GRASS
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x wall"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > X WALL
CF |
CF | This waist-high stone wall puts you in mind of all the times your
CF | Great-Aunt made you carry rocks for her estate's mason when she
CF | thought you weren't sticking to your studies. It's rather less than
CF | impregnable (the wall you mean, not your Great-Aunt), what with the
CF | large gap where the Sacred Way begins.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I mean... I don't wanna do violence on the pig. But one of my favorite stories from my childhood is The Old Woman and Her Pig, which (SPOILER ALERT) ends with her using a stick to whip the pig so that it finally goes over the style and she gets to go home that night."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb wall"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > CLIMB WALL
CF |
CF | You're not opposed to a spot of acrobatics, but typically you like
CF | there to be a point, or at least an audience.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, idly cleaning a nail
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop cake"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > DROP CAKE
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Style/stile, whatev..."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline | pitt.edu/~dash/type2030.html
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CAKE
CF |
CF | No need to get greedy!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, frowning while he waits
CF | for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | You can also see a lump of honey cake here.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cake"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CAKE
CF |
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | > inky says, "ok, pig, we're not going home until you're stylin', so put on these sunglasses"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put pepper on cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > PUT PEPPER ON CAKE
CF |
CF | (the lump of honey cake)
CF | Before you meddle with the divine perfection of this food, you figure
CF | you'd best take a sniff to make sure you gauge the spiciness right.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sniff cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > SNIFF CAKE
CF |
CF | (the lump of honey cake)
CF | Delectable!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put pepper on cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > PUT PEPPER ON CAKE
CF |
CF | (the lump of honey cake)
CF | No, that pepper is too peppery -- you shan't risk it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take food"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE FOOD
CF |
CF | You make up a plate from the goodies on offer.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put pepper on food"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > PUT PEPPER ON FOOD
CF |
CF | (the plate of food)
CF | No, that pepper is too peppery -- you shan't risk it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and now, post-ceremony, an overall
CF | air of ravishment and mayhem, with the large pool of kykeon spilling
CF | out of its ceremonial jug the most obvious factor depressing property
CF | values.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put kykeon on food"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUT KYKEON ON FOOD
CF |
CF | (first taking the spilled kykeon)
CF | Oh good heavens no.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put food in kykeon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUT FOOD IN KYKEON
CF |
CF | Oh good heavens no.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put cake in kykeon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > PUT CAKE IN KYKEON
CF |
CF | Oh good heavens no.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says (to inky), "yay"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drink kykeon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > DRINK KYKEON
CF |
CF | Oh good heavens no.
CF |
CF | > DavidW asks, "The cellars are still available too. Is there something I could give the pig that'll make it sleepy or barfy or anything?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take wine"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE WINE
CF |
CF | Now that's the stuff!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a plate of food
CF | a lump of honey cake
CF | a toothpick
CF | a cup
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "I'm not really sure."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cup"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > X CUP
CF |
CF | It's not much to look at, but you're more concerned with what's in it:
CF | sadly, currently it's empty, so you're just back to it being not much
CF | to look at.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put wine in cup"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > PUT WINE IN CUP
CF |
CF | You fill the cup brim-full with wine.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, twiddling his thumbs
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give wine to pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE WINE TO PIG
CF |
CF | The pig doesn't seem interested -- he's more focused on filling his
CF | belly than wetting his whistle.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pour wine on pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > POUR WINE ON PIG
CF |
CF | You can't pour liquids into the pig.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pour wine on food"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > POUR WINE ON FOOD
CF |
CF | You can't pour liquids into the plate of food.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pour wine on cake"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > POUR WINE ON CAKE
CF |
CF | You can't pour liquids into the lump of honey cake.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "empty cup"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > EMPTY CUP
CF |
CF | You discreetly dash out the cup when no one is looking.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, idly cleaning a nail
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu asks, "Sure we can. It wouldn't be wise, but has that stopped us before?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "fill cup with pepper"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > FILL CUP WITH PEPPER
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "Oh man. A barfy pig... harkening back to that ol' classic: THINGS"
Jacqueline says, "(Yes, I know it's a classic that I'm co-author on, but I'm still fond of it.)"
DavidW says, "yes, I remember Things. There was a veggie thing that the scuri-something thing could eat and barf up an unlocking thing."
Jacqueline nods emphatically.
Knight_Otu says, "Now here we need a pig-solving thing."
DavidW asks, "Where's the crisco?"
Jacqueline says, "Scurimorphic-thing, but yeah."
Jacqueline says (to KO), "True]"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says (to DW), "ha"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cup"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > X CUP
CF |
CF | It's not much to look at, but you're more concerned with what's in it:
CF | sadly, currently it's empty, so you're just back to it being not much
CF | to look at.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Telesterion
CF | You'd rate this as one of your grander halls, with pillars towering
CF | upwards to a dimly-visible and smoky ceiling, nicely turned-out
CF | furniture lending a note of class, and now, post-ceremony, an overall
CF | air of ravishment and mayhem, with the large pool of kykeon spilling
CF | out of its ceremonial jug the most obvious factor depressing property
CF | values.
CF |
CF | The peristyle is back to the west.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I think crisco would make our situation... worse"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF | There are many fine directions you could traipse from here, but sadly
CF | that isn't among them.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "fill cup with kykeon"
CF ] Telesterion
CF | >
CF | > FILL CUP WITH KYKEON
CF |
CF | Oh good heavens no.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in fountain"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > LOOK IN FOUNTAIN
CF |
CF | The water in the fountain is clean and clear enough, though much less
CF | enticing than what's on offer at the feast.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search puffy"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH PUFFY
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, twiddling his thumbs
CF | while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search puffy"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > SEARCH PUFFY
CF |
CF | Puffy has more than earned some peaceful repose.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x statue"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X STATUE
CF |
CF | Herms are little monuments sacred to Hermes -- the tell is in the
CF | name, most people don't know that -- which line the Sacred Way to
CF | Eleusis, helping protect it and fend off evil spirits and all that
CF | sort of thing. There's a rather ho-hum bust of Hermes atop a stone
CF | pillar, and an anything-but-ho-hum central attribute midway down that
CF | typically makes things awkward when it comes up in conversation with,
CF | say, one's Great-Aunt. The unmentionable is rather the worse for
CF | wear.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit unmentionable"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > HIT UNMENTIONABLE
CF |
CF | You don't have the expertise to effect any immediate repairs to the
CF | situation, and if you seem too interested someone might think you had
CF | something to do with breaking it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take it"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > TAKE IT
CF |
CF | You don't have the expertise to effect any immediate repairs to the
CF | situation, and if you seem too interested someone might think you had
CF | something to do with breaking it.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bust"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > X BUST
CF |
CF | Herms are little monuments sacred to Hermes -- the tell is in the
CF | name, most people don't know that -- which line the Sacred Way to
CF | Eleusis, helping protect it and fend off evil spirits and all that
CF | sort of thing. There's a rather ho-hum bust of Hermes atop a stone
CF | pillar, and an anything-but-ho-hum central attribute midway down that
CF | typically makes things awkward when it comes up in conversation with,
CF | say, one's Great-Aunt. The unmentionable is rather the worse for
CF | wear.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, stifling a yawn while he
CF | waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop food"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > DROP FOOD
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop cake"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > DROP CAKE
CF |
CF | You've seen some fellows with an appetite tuck into their chow like
CF | they mean it, but none of them have anything on this pig -- he gobbles
CF | down the food, gives a last dainty lick, then looks back up at you,
CF | eager for more.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, looking up at the moon to
CF | guess at the time while he waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | You can also see a plate of food here.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take food"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > TAKE FOOD
CF |
CF | Taken.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and
CF | eastward lies the portico. A shed stands to the south.
CF |
CF | Alky's horse Hippy is here, wildly pawing the grass (well, hooving,
CF | perhaps).
CF |
CF | There's a pig hungrily rooting around the yard. Hippy shies away
CF | every time the pig comes near her.
CF |
CF | > Jacqueline says, "I suspect no matter how much food we give it..."
Knight_Otu says, "Yeah."
DavidW says, "Pig is definitely not interested in following us."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pet horse"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > PET HORSE
CF |
CF | You gently stroke the side of Hippy's neck. Your touch seems to make
CF | her calmer -- a critique you've gotten from more than one lady friend,
CF | who evidently held that such things should lead rather to a revving up
CF | of excitement than the reverse.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > G
CF |
CF | You gently stroke the side of Hippy's neck. This doesn't seem to calm
CF | her down any further though -- as with Midas, you suppose that one
CF | touch pretty much does the business.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "lead horse south"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > LEAD HORSE SOUTH
CF |
CF | Hippy's a bit too worked up right now to follow your lead.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pet pig"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > PET PIG
CF |
CF | He seems to like that!
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give cake to horse"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > GIVE CAKE TO HORSE
CF |
CF | You can't see any such thing.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu asks, "Perhaps we need to throw the food into a direction, and the pig runs after it?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > I
CF |
CF | You are carrying:
CF | a plate of food
CF | a toothpick
CF | a cup
CF | a heavily-smoking torch (providing light)
CF | a well-tailored chiton (being worn)
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw food east"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > THROW FOOD EAST
CF |
CF | You whirl the plate like a discus, sending it spinning to the east.
CF | The pig leaps after it in close pursuit, giving a little hop to grab
CF | the plate out of the air as soon as it comes within leaping distance.
CF | He makes short work of the food, then cheerfully trots back to the
CF | yard.
CF |
CF | > Knight_Otu says, "Hrm."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, frowning while he waits
CF | for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > E
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > S
CF |
CF |
CF | Banquet Hall
CF | In theory, the ceremony in the telesterion is the main event, but the
CF | spread on offer in this room make it a close-run thing.
CF |
CF | You could go back to the peristyle by going north if you prefer
CF | pillars to prandial delights.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take food"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE FOOD
CF |
CF | You make up a plate from the goodies on offer.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cake"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CAKE
CF |
CF | You can't help yourself -- you grab a big lump of honey cake in case
CF | you want a nibble later on.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cheese"
CF ] Banquet Hall
CF | >
CF | > TAKE CHEESE
CF |
CF | You've already made up a plate.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Peristyle
CF | >
CF | > N
CF |
CF |
CF | Peristyle
CF | Come to think, you've never had the foggiest what a peristyle is, but
CF | this pillar-and-porch number here seems as reasonable a candidate as
CF | any (though twist your arm, it looks just like a courtyard to you).
CF |
CF | There's a small closet in an outbuilding to the north and the exit to
CF | the countryside lies west, but more appealing are the paths southward,
CF | where lies the now-deserted banquet hall, and eastwards, whence the
CF | sour smells of the spilled kykeon waft. The stairs back down to the
CF | cellars are off in a dingy corner.
CF |
CF | There's a stone fountain at the center of the courtyard, happily
CF | burbling just the way you do after Alky's made you drink number seven.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Portico
CF | The hexastyle entrance into the sanctuary of Eleusis has seen calmer
CF | evenings. A mob of the fellows swarm around its august pillars,
CF | unclear on direction now that the initiation has taken something of an
CF | unexpected turn. Directly before the entrance stands a statue, the
CF | final herm in the long chain running from Athens to Eleusis. Puffy is
CF | collapsed against a pillar off to the side of the entrance.
CF |
CF | To the east, the peristyle promises some degree of peace, a small yard
CF | lies westward, and there's a small path running around the side of the
CF | sanctuary to the north.
CF |
CF | Alky stands amidst but not of the confusion, stifling a yawn while he
CF | waits for the hubbub to die down.
CF |
CF | Machon is here, looking no different now that he's preliminarily
CF | initiated into the mysteries of Eleusis.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop cake"
CF ] Portico
CF | >
CF | > DROP CAKE
CF |
CF | Dropped.
CF |
CF | >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Yard
CF | >
CF | > W
CF |
CF |
CF | Yard
CF | Besides the wall that encloses it and the penultimate herm, there's
CF | not much to this yard.
CF |
CF | The Sacred Way begins through a gap in the wall to the west, and