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| Toyshop and Floyditorium | ||||
| Bulging toychests make this a child's (or child-at-heart's) dream. Play all day, play all night. A small booth has been erected and is staffed by a friendly robot. The sign over it says, "INFOKOM GAMEZ 5 cents". A small notice on the door reads, "PLEASE RETURN TOYS TO THIS ROOM WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THEM." | ||||
| You can see: green button, banana machine, faucets, toy catalogue, a crystal ball, cuddly walrus, clicker, cloak, tic-tac-toe, thermometer, yellow button, waldo whisper object, checkers board, Werewolf rules, bunny burger, grape, specimen jar, signaling device, Mike Tyson, IF Programmer Barbie, IF FLOYD'S DOWN, TELL JOTA -- OR ELSE HE WON'T KNOW, Gak, Autohugger, Photocopier, basketball, midterm monster, frobozz magic dispenser, fun shiny toy, madlibs, orange, jukebox, Gene Ray, FREE DONUTS machine, long-stemmed red rose, dfan's quest, miniature ifMUD, Pun Police Whistle, orange door, monkey guru, cork nut, jellybean, mind chess, the 'hey there, playerfish!' cube, apple, a zorkmid, storyharp, ClubFloyd Suggestions, save button, soda reading 'Don't drink me!' | ||||
| Players: Waldo, Floyd, Jacqueline | ||||
| Visible Exits: northeast (to the Lounge) | ||||
| Tale arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| DavidW arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| Jacqueline hollers, "Ten minutes until ClubFloyd. We're playing Sunset Over Savannah at the top of the hour." | ||||
| Nitku arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| DavidW says, "Incidently, mds and I played this one together about a year ago." | ||||
| Nitku kicks the banana machine, but nothing happens. | ||||
| inky says (to DW), "oh yeah, I remember that" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I should see if I have any notes filed away for it." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The puzzles can be a bit difficult, but the payoffs are wonderful." | ||||
| Tale kicks nitku, but nothing happens. | ||||
| Nitku exclaims, "I'm not a banana machine!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "hm. no notes filed. I suppose if I have any, they're in my box of unfiled notes." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Are we in for something fairly difficult?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think so." | ||||
| DavidW says, "But very rewarding." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Eep. That's coming from *you*. Yikes." | ||||
| Tale pulls on nitkus hair. | ||||
| DavidW says, "Parts of the game are forgiving. Some puzzle pieces respawn when they would otherwise be lost forever." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Interesting." | ||||
| DavidW says, "There's a lot that's interesting in this game." | ||||
| K-Y arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Everyone ready?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load savannah" | ||||
Floyd | GlkTADS - A text-only TADS 2.5.3 Interpreter. Floyd | TADS copyright (c) 1993, 2000 by Michael J. Roberts. Floyd | Maintained by Stephen Granade <sgranade@phy.duke.edu> Floyd | Floyd | Sunset Over Savannah Floyd | by Ivan Cockrum Floyd | Contest Release 1.0, 9/30/97. Floyd | Floyd | You follow the sand-strewn brick beach path for the last time, your Floyd | thoughts a jumble of pleasant memories and angst-filled anticipation. Floyd | Floyd | The past week has been a formless, blissful oasis of peace in your Floyd | otherwise hectic, demanding life. You spent it alternately exploring Floyd | the cool shade of historic downtown Savannah and basking in the warm Floyd | southern sun. Today is the last day of your vacation and the sun is Floyd | setting fast, painting the sky with a breathtaking palette of pastel Floyd | colors. Tomorrow you'll be back in the office: answering phones, Floyd | writing memos, and painfully plotting every moment of your waking life Floyd | for the next month. Floyd | Floyd | This short liberty has given you an unexpected sense of perspective on Floyd | your life. You've decided that you hate your job. Though the Floyd | realization came as no surprise, you were slightly shocked to discover Floyd | exactly how much you hate your job. It's not so much the work itself, Floyd | as the way it's slowly, subtly insinuated itself into your soul. It Floyd | fills your thoughts and subverts your energies. You feel you haven't Floyd | created anything decent in months, possibly even years. Floyd | Floyd | In fact, you're of half a mind to quit. You've got enough cash in the Floyd | bank for an extended vacation, and with your skills, finding work will Floyd | never be an issue. You could even dedicate some time to pursuing your Floyd | creative interests. The only real obstacles are your own inertia and Floyd | an overblown sense of loyalty that goes unreciprocated anyway. It Floyd | feels like all you'd need is a little more convincing that there's Floyd | something more to life than constant, mind-numbing labor. Floyd | Floyd | Caught as you are between reverie and dread, you barely notice as your Floyd | freshly callused feet carry you to the foot of the boardwalk... Floyd | Floyd | Sunset Over Savannah Floyd | An Existential Vacation, by Ivan Cockrum Floyd | Copyright (c) 1997, all rights reserved. Floyd | Contest Release 1.0, 9/30/97. Floyd | This version is for the '97 IF Contest only. Please do not Floyd | distribute. Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System. Floyd | Floyd | Type INFO to learn about the game or its author. Type HELP for online Floyd | hints. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | Your stomach grumbles at the sight of the boiled peanut sign. You Floyd | realize that, in your agitated state, you've completely forgotten to Floyd | eat dinner. Floyd | Floyd | > | * Emerald has joined the channel. | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "take shell" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | It's a lovely clam shell. The outer surface is almost pure white, Floyd | while the inner is lined with bright, silvery mother of pearl. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "listen to it" | ||||
Floyd | The clam shell isn't substantial enough to make much noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | DavidW says, "I remember several shells in this game. You'll find more." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a clam shell. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | The snack bar must be what the sign on the stairs was pointing to. Floyd | Your stomach rumbles again at the thought of food. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the counter, a vendor is busily locking things away for the Floyd | night. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor sees you approaching and throws a welcoming nod in your Floyd | direction, followed by a rhetorical sounding "Hey, how's it going?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about peanuts" | ||||
Floyd | He looks up from his work. "They're definitely an acquired taste. I Floyd | still prefer to peel the husks." Floyd | Floyd | The vendor sweeps the patch of floor behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "buy peanuts" | ||||
Floyd | You clear your throat to get the vendor's attention before asking, Floyd | "Pardon, could I have some peanuts?" "Oh, sure," says the vendor. "I Floyd | think I've got a few left... yup, you're in luck. I'm closing up for Floyd | the night. Another few minutes and I woulda tossed 'em." He takes a Floyd | pot holder from beneath the counter and uses it to grab a wireframe Floyd | sieve resting in the boiler. He bends over the boiler, and as he Floyd | does, a small steel key slides out of his shirt pocket and falls into Floyd | the bubbling water. Using the sieve, he scoops up the bobbing Floyd | peanuts. He waits a moment while the sieve drains, and then dumps the Floyd | peanuts into a brown paper sack. You dig a dollar out of your pocket Floyd | and hand it over, and he in turn hands you the sack of peanuts. Floyd | Apparently, he hasn't noticed his missing key. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor sings a few lines of "Yellow Submarine" as he wipes down Floyd | the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale asks, "No driver needed?" | |||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "sing along" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "sing". Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "feel free to do some stuff" | |||
| inky says, "I just wanted to get some peanuts, since that's what the intro of the game said to do" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think we're mostly safe without a driver. But there's one part that's underwater that we'll definitely want to save first for." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, get the peanuts." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tell man about key" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any man here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, wait, you have 'em. Hope everyone noticed the bit about the key." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tell vendor about key" | ||||
Floyd | It occurs to you that you ought to keep that bit of information to Floyd | yourself. If the vendor recovers the key, you may not get another Floyd | chance to acquire it. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor jerks his head sharply right, then left, issuing an Floyd | uncomfortably loud crack each time. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "eat peanuts" | ||||
Floyd | This southern delicacy is still something of an oddity to you. Some Floyd | locals actually eat the entire peanut, husk and all. Never one to Floyd | pass up a new experience, you pluck a peanut from the sack and pop it Floyd | into your mouth. The husk crunches soggily between your teeth, Floyd | revealing the pulpy fruit inside. You queazily suspect that a large Floyd | bug would share the same texture. But despite that... it doesn't Floyd | taste bad. In fact, boiled, the peanuts taste a lot like black eyed Floyd | peas. You try another, this time removing the husk. Yes, it's quite Floyd | tasty, so you eat a few more. They're so rich though, that it doesn't Floyd | take many at all to quell your hunger. Thankfully, your stomach has Floyd | stopped its rumbling, and there are still plenty of peanuts left in Floyd | the sack. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor bends down and slams a cupboard somewhere behind the Floyd | counter. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, the vendor pulls a white plastic bucket from beneath the Floyd | counter. To your surprise, he spills it out over the railing before Floyd | locking it away again. "Ah, just about done," he says to no one in Floyd | particular. "Just have to dump the peanut water and I'm outta here." Floyd | He grabs the sieve from the boiler and sets it on the counter. "Hey, Floyd | would you lend me a hand here? I'd really appreciate it." Floyd | Floyd | (You sense that the vendor is waiting for a 'Yes' or 'No' answer.) > | Jacqueline says, "But it's not ours! How dishonest!" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "The key, that is." | ||||
| inky says, "well, we want to start a new career -- maybe it's as a burglar" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | "Thanks!" With your help, the vendor lifts the boiler pan off its Floyd | foundation and muscles it to the railing. He calls out, "Anybody down Floyd | there?" In an aside to you he says "Don't worry, we only toss out Floyd | stuff that's edible. It all gets eaten by the birds and the crabs. Floyd | Everything else goes to the dump or gets recycled." He turns back to Floyd | the railing and, having received no response from below, yells "Ok, Floyd | boiling water coming down!" and leads you in tipping out the boiler. Floyd | The boiling water cascades down into the sand, filling the air with Floyd | billowing clouds of steam. Then, the vendor sets the empty boiling Floyd | pan back on its base and folds down the lid. He reaches beneath the Floyd | counter and withdraws a sturdy looking clamp, which he uses to fix the Floyd | lid in place. "Welp, that's it for me. Thanks much for the help. Floyd | See ya!" Floyd | Floyd | With that, the vendor steps out from behind the counter and sets his Floyd | feet toward the center of the pavilion to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "A review mentioned that stuff like that'll happen and break the mood, so..." | |||
| inky asks, "so, what I guess he just dumped the water and the key out?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Sitting on the snack bar is a sieve. Floyd | Floyd | The boiled peanut vendor is here, apparently on his way home for the Floyd | night. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor exits the area and saunters north into the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get sieve" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in boiler" | ||||
Floyd | It's closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You try to pull the clamp off with your bare hands, but it's anchored Floyd | too securely. There must be some trick to getting it off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x clamp" | ||||
Floyd | It's a thin, sturdy, triangle of steel. The open end of the triangle Floyd | holds the boiler's lid tightly in place by pinching it against the Floyd | thin bar that runs around the lip of the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "move bar" | ||||
Floyd | Which bar do you mean, the snack bar, or the boiler? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You can't move the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "pull bar" | ||||
Floyd | Which bar do you mean, the snack bar, or the boiler? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "boiler" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be firmly attached. There must be some special trick to Floyd | removing it. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "pull clamp" | ||||
Floyd | Pulling the clamp doesn't have any effect. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push clamp" | ||||
Floyd | Pushing the clamp doesn't do anything. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn clamp" | ||||
Floyd | Turning the clamp doesn't have any effect. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ok, I dunno, maybe we're not supposed to get it open" | |||
| DavidW says, "I think this gets solved later." | ||||
| DavidW says, "You need something or other." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Should we go look for the key?" | ||||
| inky says, "yeah" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Look for the key. Walk around to get a feel for the lay of the land, as it were." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "we dumped it over the railing" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Right." | ||||
| inky says, "I am not sure where that is but if we circle around I expect we'll find it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | If you want to jump out of the pavilion, just say so. Otherwise, Floyd | there is no way down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x enclosure" | ||||
Floyd | It's a red brick enclosure that houses the pavilion's rest rooms. Floyd | It's only about twice your height, and it looks like there's plenty of Floyd | space between the top of the enclosure and the pavilion's canopy. Two Floyd | matching doors in the nearest wall are shut. Hung between them is a Floyd | bronze plaque. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plaque" | ||||
Floyd | The plaque commemorates Tybrisa Pavilion II. You learn that the Floyd | original Tybrisa Pavilion, built in 1891, played the role of dance Floyd | hall, bandstand, and general tourist attraction, and at one time was a Floyd | popular stop on the Big Band circuit. It served the local community Floyd | for over three quarters of a century before burning down in 1967. Floyd | Curiously, Tybrisa Pavlion II wasn't built until 1996, nearly 30 years Floyd | after the original's destruction. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read plaque" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The plaque commemorates Tybrisa Pavilion II. You learn that the Floyd | original Tybrisa Pavilion, built in 1891, played the role of dance Floyd | hall, bandstand, and general tourist attraction, and at one time was a Floyd | popular stop on the Big Band circuit. It served the local community Floyd | for over three quarters of a century before burning down in 1967. Floyd | Curiously, Tybrisa Pavlion II wasn't built until 1996, nearly 30 years Floyd | after the original's destruction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x doors" | ||||
Floyd | The twin doors lead to the pavilion's rest rooms. Both doors are Floyd | closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't. The rest room doors are both locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | inky says, "if only we had that key" | |||
| Fang asks, "What game are we playing?" | ||||
| inky says, "Sunset over Savannah" | ||||
| inky says, "hmm, I have an idea" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "jump out" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "To save time, I'll say that these doors don't open. We don't need to _enter_ the enclosure." | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You throw your arms skyward and leap into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | If you want to jump out of the pavilion, just say so. Otherwise, Floyd | there is no way down. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "jump out of pavilion" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "jump out of the pavilion" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "LAME" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You pause for a moment to take stock of your physical condition. Floyd | You're feeling quite fit and healthy after your week of relaxation and Floyd | exercise. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ok, I dunno" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | clam shell, a sack of peanuts, and a sieve. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x sand" | ||||
Floyd | The beach stretches quite a ways north and south of you, before Floyd | curving out of sight around the contours of Tybee Island. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The railing prevents you from walking off the pier. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man jerks and then begins reeling in line furiously. Floyd | Apparently he's had a bite. The battle between man and nature begins! Floyd | He lets out a bit of line, giving his catch some play, and then Floyd | resumes reeling. The struggle continues until, at last, the line goes Floyd | slack. The old man reels and reels, peering over the railing with Floyd | anticipation until his catch is revealed to be... a shrimp. He glares Floyd | with disgust at it for a moment before removing it from his line and Floyd | tossing it over his shoulder, where it lands at your feet. He then Floyd | expertly ties a new lure and recasts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x fountain" | ||||
Floyd | It's a waist high silver cabinet with a metal basin on top, just like Floyd | all the other fountains you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing. The old man jerks in surprise Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "x shrimo" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "shrimo". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "eat shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You look with trepidation at the live, wriggling shrimp. Well, if Floyd | it's good enough for sushi eaters... You pop the shrimp into your Floyd | mouth and crunch down on it, shell, legs and all. You're struck with Floyd | a brief sense of nausea that passes as quickly as it came. The Floyd | shrimp's juices roll over your tongue and trickle down your throat, at Floyd | the same both time sharply salty and subtly sweet. In the end, you Floyd | decide it's not that bad. Not that bad at all. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "wow, I didn't expect that to work" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "drink water" | ||||
Floyd | The ocean water is too far away. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp wriggles in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn on fountain" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the handle, but nothing happens. Perhaps the water main has Floyd | been shut off for the night. Floyd | Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the shrimp to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls a flask from his pocket and takes a hearty swig. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ghogg arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | DavidW says, "The shrimp is one of those respawning items I mentioned. So it's safe to eat it." | |||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about flask" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "flask". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "eat shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "take shrimp. eat it" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp wriggles in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | You look with trepidation at the live, wriggling shrimp. Well, if Floyd | it's good enough for sushi eaters... You pop the shrimp into your Floyd | mouth and crunch down on it, shell, legs and all. You're struck with Floyd | a brief sense of nausea that passes as quickly as it came. The Floyd | shrimp's juices roll over your tongue and trickle down your throat, at Floyd | the same both time sharply salty and subtly sweet. In the end, you Floyd | decide it's not that bad. Not that bad at all. Floyd | Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to Floyd | himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh good" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "ask man about shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | He grunts in disgust. "Danged shrimp keep catching up my line. Floyd | They'll get tied up in anything given half the chance." Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it Floyd | back. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We'll have to leave and return to this location to get a new shrimp, iirc." | |||
| inky says, "well, we can wait to see what we need it for, I guess" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | greater pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x gulls" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any gulls here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Among the Benches Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for Floyd | spectators, as there are numerous wooden benches here. They're neatly Floyd | arranged in two orderly rows. What with all these benches, you half Floyd | expect to see picnic tables, but there are none. The main part of the Floyd | pavilion floor sprawls largely to the south. Beyond that, against the Floyd | southern railing, you can see the brick faced enclosure and the tiny Floyd | snack bar. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x benches" | ||||
Floyd | The benches are made of weathered gray wood. Each one is about knee Floyd | high and as long as you are tall. They're neatly arranged in two Floyd | orderly rows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look under benches" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing under the benches. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Among the Benches Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for Floyd | spectators, as there are numerous wooden benches here. They're neatly Floyd | arranged in two orderly rows. What with all these benches, you half Floyd | expect to see picnic tables, but there are none. The main part of the Floyd | pavilion floor sprawls largely to the south. Beyond that, against the Floyd | southern railing, you can see the brick faced enclosure and the tiny Floyd | snack bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "well ok then" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x railing" | ||||
Floyd | It looks like many railings you've seen. A long wooden handrail lies Floyd | at waist height. Below it at knee height lies a second rail. Both Floyd | are supported by vertical braces placed every body length or so. The Floyd | railing surrounds the pavilion on every side, broken only by exits to Floyd | the east and west. You're currently standing near the southernmost Floyd | section of rail. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think when we get the boiler open, it's possible to boil the shrimp too. I forget." | |||
| Roger asks, "Are we trying to escape this location?" | ||||
| inky says, "we're trying to find out where the other side of the railing is" | ||||
| inky says, "at least, that is what I am trying" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | As you step across the brick path, you stumble lightly on the rough Floyd | bricks. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "If you want to jump off the pier, 'd' works." | |||
| inky says, "ah here" | ||||
| inky says, "I think" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "take mussel" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | It's a small shell about the size of your thumb. The outer surface is Floyd | a mottled black, while the inner is lined with dark, silvery mother of Floyd | pearl. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "listen to it" | ||||
Floyd | The mussel shell isn't substantial enough to make much noise. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x message" | ||||
Floyd | In letters a hand high, someone has written "Here There Be Dragons." Floyd | Beneath that, they've drawn a simple compass rose with an arrow Floyd | pointing to the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | A particularly bold or greedy gull waddles right up to your feet to Floyd | seek a handout. It stares at you with one beady eye for a long, Floyd | uncomfortable moment before returning to the flock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x gulls" | ||||
Floyd | They're a dismaying sight, like an overblown pillow fight with beaks Floyd | and claws. The flock must contain a full hundred birds, and every one Floyd | of them fighting over the same pile of refuse. In their ongoing Floyd | battle, they peck at both their food and each other. Occasionally one Floyd | or a few take wing, leapfrogging over the others for dominance. You'd Floyd | hate to have all those gulls pecking around you. Floyd | Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for Floyd | no apparent reason. After a moment or two, they revert to their Floyd | original decibel level. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x trash" | ||||
Floyd | You try to wade through the flapping hoard of birds to get at the Floyd | trash, but their greed is greater than their fear of you, and they Floyd | refuse to back down. Floyd | Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then Floyd | dematerializes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| McMartin arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| Roger says (to Floyd), "Throw shrimp at gulls" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We ate it." | |||
| DavidW says (to Roger), "Good guess, but only one gull can eat one shrimp." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "The shrimp, I mean." | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "Throw mussel at gulls" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the mussel shell among the squabbling hoard. Several of the Floyd | gulls dash toward it, but quickly find it to be inedible. Floyd | Floyd | The gulls battle among themselves for dominance over the temporary Floyd | food supply. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You need a whole bag of food, I think." | |||
| Roger says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "throw peanuts at gulls" | ||||
Floyd | You toss a couple of peanuts toward the flock of gulls. One lone gull Floyd | takes notice of your offering and waddles over to investigate. It Floyd | spots the peanuts, snatches one up, and devours it in a single gulp. Floyd | Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for Floyd | no apparent reason. After a moment or two, they revert to their Floyd | original decibel level. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "I see I arrived just in time for lunch" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Nice." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x garbage" | ||||
Floyd | You try to wade through the flapping hoard of birds to get at the Floyd | trash, but their greed is greater than their fear of you, and they Floyd | refuse to back down. Floyd | Floyd | A particularly bold or greedy gull waddles right up to your feet to Floyd | seek a handout. It stares at you with one beady eye for a long, Floyd | uncomfortable moment before returning to the flock. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, but that didn't get us there." | |||
| Roger says (to floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | clam shell, a sack of peanuts, a sieve, and a mussel shell. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "open mussel" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to open the mussel shell. Floyd | Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "try 'throw sack at gulls' instead of 'throw peanuts at gulls'. Might make a difference." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw sack at gulls" | ||||
Floyd | You toss a few more peanuts towards the flock of gulls. The first Floyd | gull pecks hungrily at the peanuts, drawing the attention of some of Floyd | the others. They flap over to see what the first gull is eating, and Floyd | become embroiled in a minor squabble over the peanuts. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger asks, "Do y'all normally let one person 'drive' floyd, or is it a free-for-all?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Depends on the game." | ||||
| McMartin says (to Floyd), "throw toddler at gulls" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "toddler". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x garbage" | ||||
Floyd | You try to wade through the flapping hoard of birds to get at the Floyd | trash, but their greed is greater than their fear of you, and they Floyd | refuse to back down. Floyd | Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel. Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking Floyd | away over the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "empty bag" | ||||
Floyd | Better just leave them in the sack. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to McMartin), "heh" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "drop sack" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the sack of peanuts to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "Free for all. Also known as communist if." | |||
| DavidW says, "hm. okay. I guess I've forgotten. Maybe it's something else." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "throw sack at gulls" | ||||
Floyd | Finally, you toss the entire bag of peanuts toward the hungry flock. Floyd | The trickle of curious gulls turns into a flood. Soon, the entire Floyd | hoard comes flapping and squawking to join the fight over your Floyd | peanuts, abandoning the trash heap in the process. You couldn't say Floyd | how long the peanuts will keep them busy, but chances are it won't be Floyd | for long. Floyd | Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel. Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking Floyd | away over the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search trash" | ||||
Floyd | You paw through the trash with your bare hands, but it's been Floyd | scattered and mixed into the powdery sand. If there's anything useful Floyd | in the pile, it may have been covered with sand. Floyd | Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dig" | ||||
Floyd | Scooping sand away in great handfuls, you quickly excavate an area Floyd | approximately a yard across and a couple of hand spans deep. Gravity Floyd | and the slight wind join forces to send the surrounding sand sliding Floyd | into the hole. You try to dig deeper, but the deeper you go, the more Floyd | sand slides in. You are reminded unpleasantly of your efforts at Floyd | work. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!" Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "grr" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over your sack of Floyd | peanuts, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search trash" | ||||
Floyd | You paw through the trash with your bare hands, but it's been Floyd | scattered and mixed into the powdery sand. If there's anything useful Floyd | in the pile, it may have been covered with sand. Floyd | Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction. A noise Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin asks, "have we read the message?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "undo. search sand." | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over your sack of Floyd | peanuts, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We might need a sieve. Damn." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "It says Here there be dragons, and points ne(?) I guess." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Hm. Did we just make it unwinnable by giving up our nuts?" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Emerald asks, "didn't we pick up the sieve?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Maybe. I can't remember." | ||||
| inky says (to Emerald), "oh hey" | ||||
| DavidW says, "(to Jacq)" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dig with sieve" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | Using the shingle as a shovel, you quickly excavate an area Floyd | approximately a yard across and a couple of hand spans deep. Gravity Floyd | and the slight wind join forces to send the surrounding sand sliding Floyd | into the hole. You try to dig deeper, but the deeper you go, the more Floyd | sand slides in. You are reminded unpleasantly of your efforts at Floyd | work. Floyd | Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for Floyd | no apparent reason. After a moment or two, they revert to their Floyd | original decibel level. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, and a mussel shell. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then Floyd | dematerializes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, we do have it." | |||
| inky says, "whoops, bug, I think" | ||||
| inky says, "(sieve->shingle)" | ||||
| inky says, "but I geuss it doesn't matter much" | ||||
| Bert arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "seive sand" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "seive". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This might be a verb thing." | |||
| Roger says (to floyd), "oops sieve" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Interesting choice of game." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put trash in sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You can't put the trash heap anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then Floyd | dematerializes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sift trash" | ||||
Floyd | You sift diligently through the mounds of sandy trash, pouring handful Floyd | after handful through the sieve. Just when you've about decided to Floyd | discontinue your search as fruitless, you turn up the key from the Floyd | vendor's shirt pocket! Floyd | Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then Floyd | dematerializes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I remember that my first time playing this was as a group Floyd event." | |||
| McMartin says, "oops only works on nouns in inform" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x key" | ||||
Floyd | It's a small steel key with the word 'Kwikset' stamped on it. Floyd | Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then Floyd | dematerializes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "oops" | |||
| McMartin finds the Shift Key | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sweet - got the key." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get shell" | ||||
Floyd | Which shell do you mean, the clam shell, or the mussel shell? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "all" | ||||
Floyd | The clam shell: You already have the clam shell! Floyd | The mussel shell: You already have the mussel shell! Floyd | Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for Floyd | no apparent reason. After a moment or two, they revert to their Floyd | original decibel level. Floyd | Floyd | The peanuts must be running out. You can see a few gulls beginning to Floyd | trickle back towards the mound. The trickle grows to a flood and soon Floyd | the entire flock is in motion, returning to the mound en masse. No Floyd | trace remains of the peanuts you threw down. Even the brown paper Floyd | sack is gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh, whoops" | |||
| inky says, "well, good deal" | ||||
| DavidW says, "You might want to save the game." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, go back up and try to get in?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter data file to store: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "hide" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "hide". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I've quite forgotten what the key is for." | |||
| Roger says, "Let's go unlock something, I guess" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Yeah. Hm - the restroom doors?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | As you step across the brick path, you stumble lightly on the rough Floyd | bricks. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "loose brick!" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bricks" | ||||
Floyd | Though the pavilion to the east and the row of hotels to the west are Floyd | all recent structures, the rough brick path between them shows great Floyd | age. These may be some of the very bricks you learned about on your Floyd | riverboat tour of the Savannah River. According to the tour guide, Floyd | English sailing ships in the 18th and 19th centuries loaded their Floyd | holds with stones to serve as ballast on the long trip across the Floyd | Atlantic. The stones were unloaded on the shores of Savannah, where Floyd | the ships picked up cotton and other commodities. Since the stones Floyd | were freely available, many Savannahians began using them as building Floyd | material. These particular stones, as regular as they are, probably Floyd | came over in a military ship, which would have required precisely Floyd | weighted ballast in its hold. Floyd | Floyd | You notice that one brick in particular is quite loose. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin exclaims, "Yay brick!" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "move brick" | ||||
Floyd | Which brick do you mean, the path, or the loose brick? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "loose" | ||||
Floyd | Moving the loose brick doesn't reveal anything. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||||
Floyd | You're going to need both hands free to carry that sucker. You'll Floyd | have to drop anything else you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get loose brick" | ||||
Floyd | You're going to need both hands free to carry that sucker. You'll Floyd | have to drop anything else you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh yeah. Inventory limits." | |||
| Roger asks, "Is it just me, or is this a high-cruelty game?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put key in pocket" | ||||
Floyd | You cram the steel key in the pocket of your shorts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, and a mussel shell. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money, your Floyd | passcard, and a steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| McMartin says (to Floyd), "put all in shorts" | ||||
Floyd | The clam shell: The pair of shorts is not a container. Floyd | The sieve: The pair of shorts is not a container. Floyd | The mussel shell: The pair of shorts is not a container. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put shells in pocket" | ||||
Floyd | The clam shell: You can't fit that in the pocket of your shorts. Floyd | The mussel shell: You can't fit that in the pocket of your shorts. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Roger), "It's less cruel than you'd think." | |||
| Roger asks, "Is that a loose brick in your pocket, or are you just happy to be playing the game?" | ||||
| Tale says, "Yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We could come back to the brick." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Though I doubt we need the seive anymore." | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "wear sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You can't wear the sieve. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "keep going. Try using the key as per original plan." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale asks, "Is there a mud-command to mute all channels except this one?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes. @mutec * mutes all. Then @mutec #clubfloyd will unmute this one." | ||||
| McMartin says, "How to tell you are an IF character: you have a key, you head off with great purpose to use it somewhere" | ||||
| McMartin says, "And then you get distracted by a brick." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key" | ||||
Floyd | You can't open the rest room doors with the steel key. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "told ya so. These doors don't open." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Some restrooms." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | You see a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "That's a point of cruelty right there" | |||
| Roger says, "Wait" | DavidW says, "Just don't drink any soda. You'll be fine." | |||
| Roger says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "Thanks, dad." | |||
| Roger says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | greater pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "btw, new shrimp seen." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Sorry. I got to explorin'" | ||||
| Roger asks, "Well, it's a snack vendor key, yeah?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "unlock boiler with key" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to unlock the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open boiler with key" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get the clamp off with the steel key. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "pry clamp with key" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get the clamp off with the steel key. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x clamp" | ||||
Floyd | It's a thin, sturdy, triangle of steel. The open end of the triangle Floyd | holds the boiler's lid tightly in place by pinching it against the Floyd | thin bar that runs around the lip of the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, I realize. I just got lost." | |||
| DavidW says, "oh. I think I remember now what the key is for." | ||||
| Roger says (to clubfloyd), "Heh" | ||||
| Roger says, "Dang" | DavidW says, "There's an area underneath the pavilion you haven't seen yet." | |||
| DavidW says, "(of course, there's a lot of *beach* you haven't seen yet)" | ||||
| Roger says, "I'll yield to the exploratory interests" | ||||
| McMartin asks, "Should we get more shrimp?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sure." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Then let's explore." | ||||
| McMartin has NO IDEA what is going on | ||||
| DavidW says (to McMartin), "We're on a beach in Savannah, trying to decide if we should quit our job or not." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to McMartin), "We're playing Sunset Over Savannah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Timing. Joke ruined. heh" | ||||
| inky says, "this game doesn't really have a strong direction" | ||||
| Roger asks, "Does clubfloyd have (or desire) a communal mapping capability?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "REALITY PHASE ERROR" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Roger), "It does not, but it's sort of seeming as if one person should be mapping." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Would you like to volunteer? Then when we need to get somewhere you can drive us there?" | ||||
| Roger says, "Sadly I'm just here for halftime" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Aw." | ||||
| Nitku goes home. | Jacqueline says, "Well, I already got us lost once, so I'm probably not a good candidate." | |||
| Tale asks, "Maybe there is a map somewhere on the net?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "hm, good idea" | ||||
| inky says, "well, DW probably has one" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "There's one you can download as part of a zip file." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Unfortunately it is taking me forever to load the archive... but I'm working on it." | ||||
| DavidW says, "hm. My map never made it onto the web." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I have one though." | ||||
| Tale asks (of DavidW), "Do you have it handy?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "On my machine, yes." | ||||
| McMartin says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You pause for a moment to take stock of your physical condition. Floyd | You're feeling quite fit and healthy after your week of relaxation and Floyd | exercise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, so you could tell us how to get somewhere in a pinch, then." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Because I don't think this other thing I was looking at has a map." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| McMartin says (to Floyd), "detect evil on the gazebo" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "detect". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think you should look at the rest of the beach." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "That's where I was headed (I think)." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x shower" | ||||
Floyd | It's really just a tall water pipe with a shower head on top of it. Floyd | Not much in the way of privacy, but it does help people rinse the sand Floyd | from themselves. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This Beach Path location is kinda the hub between the upper level and lower level of the game." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bell" | ||||
Floyd | The bell looks like half of a big white medicine capsule, just a bit Floyd | taller than you, though quite a bit wider. The open end of the Floyd | capsule stands at about chest height and faces down, so that you could Floyd | enter the bell if you ducked down a bit. The capsule stands on four Floyd | thick metal struts, which are in turn welded to a heavy, square, metal Floyd | baseplate. The whole thing looks imposingly heavy. Deeply set in the Floyd | white metal capsule are several thick, round, glass portholes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You set your feet back on the path to the hotel, but... you're Floyd | extremely conflicted over this whole idea of quitting. If only Floyd | someone or something would present you with some convincing arguments Floyd | to get you off the fence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Oh wait, which way?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell" | ||||
Floyd | You duck your head and shoulders, and crab-walk under the lip of the Floyd | bell. Floyd | Floyd | In the Diving Bell Floyd | It surrounds you like a sturdy white shell. The ceiling is only a few Floyd | fingers above your head, causing you to hunch over a bit for fear of Floyd | bashing your skull. Protruding from the ceiling is a thin pipe that Floyd | ends in an air valve. Several thick, round portholes look on the Floyd | outside world. Floyd | Floyd | The bell effectively muffles any outside sound, but an ominous low Floyd | moan fills your ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "actually, I think this location is pure extra." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x pipe" | ||||
Floyd | Divers used this valve to pressurize the bell's chamber, as well as Floyd | refill their own tanks. The valve is connected to a pipe that passes Floyd | through the bell's hull. Presumably there's a similar valve on the Floyd | outside, to allow divers to attach an air hose from a surface ship. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | The bell is filled with a constant low moan as the light breeze Floyd | reverberates through the hollow chamber. It's like standing in a Floyd | giant sea shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||||
Floyd | You let out a scream that reverberates through the hollow chamber and Floyd | sets your ears ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh. Nice touch." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "exit bell" | ||||
Floyd | You duck your head and crab walk out of the bell. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "ring bell" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emily arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in barrel" | ||||
Floyd | The can must have been emptied recently. Just a few pieces of sticky Floyd | rubbish, consisting largely of ice cream wrappers and soda cups, lie Floyd | at the bottom of the can. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search rubbish" | ||||
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft Floyd | drink cups. You find an empty glass soda bottle, which you take. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search barrel" | ||||
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft Floyd | drink cups. Aha! You find a pair of plastic swim goggles, which you Floyd | take. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search rubbish" | ||||
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft Floyd | drink cups. You don't find anything else of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ew" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x barrel" | ||||
Floyd | It actually consists of two concentric cylinders. The outer cylinder Floyd | is made of rough wooden staves bound by three rusty metal hoops. The Floyd | inner cylinder is a single piece of textured beige plastic. A strong Floyd | steel chain passes through the topmost of the metal hoops, attaching Floyd | the barrel to the end of the boardwalk. A few pieces of trash lie at Floyd | the bottom of the barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "We're going to put that on our eyes to solve a puzzle later, aren't we?" | |||
| Roger says, "This fellow should obviously consider changing careers to janitorial services." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That doesn't seem very sanitary." | ||||
| inky says (to Jacqueline), "we could take a shower first" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "Empty barrel" | ||||
Floyd | You'd just be making a mess of the beach. Better leave the trash in Floyd | the barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "True." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hoops" | ||||
Floyd | Three rusty hoops bind the outer, wooden ring of the barrel together. Floyd | The topmost hoop is bent slightly out of shape to accommodate the Floyd | heavy steel chain that passes through it. In fact, it seems to be a Floyd | bit loose. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get top hoop" | ||||
Floyd | You manage to jam your finger tips beneath the topmost hoop. It Floyd | wiggles a bit, but it's still too tight for you to remove with your Floyd | bare hands. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hoop" | ||||
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "third" | ||||
Floyd | You manage to jam your finger tips beneath the topmost hoop. It Floyd | wiggles a bit, but it's still too tight for you to remove with your Floyd | bare hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it is good DW is here to point out all the stuff we're missing" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, a mussel shell, a glass bottle, and a pair of Floyd | goggles. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money, your Floyd | passcard, and a steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get hoop with sieve" | ||||
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop? Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yes." | |||
| Roger says, "Maybe beat on it with the brick" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I forget how to get the hoop, but we will need it eventually." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x goggles" | ||||
Floyd | It's a cheap pair of plastic swim goggles, held together by a thin, Floyd | white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x strap" | ||||
Floyd | It's a strap made of thin, white rubber. If it were removed from the Floyd | goggles, it looks as if it would measure about the length of your arm. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "The goggles do nothing." | |||
| DavidW says, "It took forever to realize that strap was removable." | ||||
| Roger says, "(That was a joke, I guess I should clarify.)" | ||||
| inky says, "man" | ||||
| inky says, "(..DW)" | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "Pull chain" | ||||
Floyd | You grab hold of the chain and give it a solid tug. Oof! It's not Floyd | going anywhere. Maybe if you had a hacksaw, or some bolt cutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cup" | ||||
Floyd | The can must have been emptied recently. Just a few pieces of sticky Floyd | rubbish, consisting largely of ice cream wrappers and soda cups, lie Floyd | at the bottom of the can. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x can" | ||||
Floyd | It actually consists of two concentric cylinders. The outer cylinder Floyd | is made of rough wooden staves bound by three rusty metal hoops. The Floyd | inner cylinder is a single piece of textured beige plastic. A strong Floyd | steel chain passes through the topmost of the metal hoops, attaching Floyd | the barrel to the end of the boardwalk. A few pieces of trash lie at Floyd | the bottom of the barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's come back." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, a mussel shell, a glass bottle, and a pair of Floyd | goggles. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money, your Floyd | passcard, and a steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "Yes, let's." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | ||||
Floyd | It's a clear glass soda bottle. It appears to be empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah right. The bottle." | |||
| DavidW says, "The bottle is another respawnable item, like the shrimp." | ||||
| inky says, "really? hunh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Bottles break. :)" | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sculpture" | ||||
Floyd | It's some sort of big reptile, longer than you are tall. You can't Floyd | tell much more from here, as it lies in the wet sand to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sculpture" | ||||
Floyd | The enormous sand sculpture is almost twice as long as you are tall, Floyd | and stands nearly to your shoulder. It's some sort of huge, scaly Floyd | reptile, basking on its swollen belly in the evening light. Lying Floyd | flat against its sides are a pair of batlike wings that sprout from a Floyd | ridged, bony spine. The spine curves down and around, ending in a Floyd | massive, coiled tail. Two plump hind legs sprawl out in back, while a Floyd | pair of short, stubby arms lies crossed beneath an angular head full Floyd | of sharp looking teeth. Floyd | Floyd | You note that certain parts of the creature, including its spine, Floyd | claws, eyes, and teeth consist of carefully placed sea shells. The Floyd | shells give the creature an illusory realism. Curiously, there is an Floyd | empty cavity in the creature's beak that looks as if it might once Floyd | have held a shell. Floyd | Floyd | All in all, the dragon seems surprisingly realistic, as if it had Floyd | recently clawed its way out of the sand to warm itself beneath the Floyd | bright sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "kick it" | ||||
Floyd | You move towards the dragon... but halt with a sudden flash of Floyd | insight. In your mind, you picture someone spending hours digging up Floyd | and piling the sand, pushing it into rough form, carefully smoothing Floyd | the curves and contours, detailing the fingers and face, collecting Floyd | shells for the dorsal ridge... You carefully back away, and as you Floyd | do, it almost seems that one of the dragon's heavy lidded eyes opens, Floyd | and favors you with a long, lazy wink. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "put shell in reptile" | ||||
Floyd | Which shell do you mean, the clam shell, or the mussel shell? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "clam" | ||||
Floyd | The dragon sculpture is not a container. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "put clam shell in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You try setting the clam shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, and Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim the Floyd | clam shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "btw, the dragon has several bodyparts, each examinable." | |||
| Roger says (to floyd), "put mussel shell in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You try setting the mussel shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, Floyd | and somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim Floyd | the mussel shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "x cavity" | ||||
Floyd | It's a shallow cavity about the size of your two cupped palms, in both Floyd | depth and circumference. There's nothing in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x head" | ||||
Floyd | Which head do you mean, your head, or the dragon's head? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's head" | ||||
Floyd | The dragon's angular head rests limply on the dragon's crossed arms. Floyd | Its mouth is full of sharp-looking teeth, while its beak is home to a Floyd | curiously empty cavity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x my head" | ||||
Floyd | It's your head. You've had it for years. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "yay" | |||
| DavidW says, "ha" | ||||
| McMartin says (to Floyd), "put my head in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You try setting your head into the cavity. Nothing happens, and Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim your Floyd | head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's teeth" | ||||
Floyd | It's an angular slit bissecting the long birdlike beak. A mouthful of Floyd | shells gives the dragon a cartoonish, picket fence grin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's scales" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "scales". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's tale" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "tale". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "oops" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "oops til" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "til". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oops again" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "ahhh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's tail." | ||||
Floyd | The tail is long and fat, and coils dramatically around the dragon's Floyd | body. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wings" | ||||
Floyd | The dragon's wings are ribbed like a bats, and lie folded up against Floyd | the dragon's swollen belly. Even though they're made of sand, they Floyd | someone manage to look tough and leathery. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale asks, "What? Me? Where?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sit on dragon" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to sit on the dragon sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You strike off up the beach, but don't want to wander too far from Floyd | your hotel, so after a while you head back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think we need to find more shells before we can do more with the dragon." | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x crab shell" | ||||
Floyd | It's the carapace of some sort of crab. The edges of the shell come Floyd | to sharp points, almost like a serrated blade, while the surface is Floyd | mottled with deep shades of red and blue. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "get it" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The inventory limit is really annoying in this game." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We need a backpack or something." | ||||
| Roger says, "Or a barrel" | ||||
| Fang has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put shells in seive" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "seive". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "oops sieve" | ||||
Floyd | The clam shell: You toss the clam shell in the sieve. Floyd | The mussel shell: You can't fit that in the sieve. Floyd | The crab shell: You can't fit that in the sieve. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The sieve isn't a container." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "ba" | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh wait. It is." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, it is, but a small one." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and a closed wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x gate" | ||||
Floyd | It's an ordinary wire mesh gate that seals off the storage area. A Floyd | smooth steel plate set in the gate houses a simple lock. Currently, Floyd | the gate is closed and locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lock" | ||||
Floyd | It's an ordinary wire mesh gate that seals off the storage area. A Floyd | smooth steel plate set in the gate houses a simple lock. Currently, Floyd | the gate is closed and locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "unlock lock" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to unlock it with? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "key" | ||||
Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open gate" | ||||
Floyd | The gate swings open silently, on well oiled hinges. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Storage Area Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room. But for the open gate in the Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube. Apparently it's used as a Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling Floyd | canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans. Floyd | Against the rear wall is a large bin full of used paper products. Floyd | Next to that is a plain looking utility table over which is hung a peg Floyd | board. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "drop key" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the steel key to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Oh, because of our inventory space issue?" | |||
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||||
| Roger says, "Yes" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Makes sense, I guess. Doubt we'll get locked in." | ||||
| Jacqueline is paranoid like that. | ||||
| DavidW says, "me too. But I think it's safe." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x board" | ||||
Floyd | It's a square piece of perforated cork board, hung with a variety of Floyd | unrecognizable tools and useless spare parts. In fact, the only item Floyd | that looks to be of any use at all is a thin, tapered strip of metal Floyd | resembling a crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | DavidW says, "ah. A tool for getting the hoop." | |||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | sieve, a mussel shell, a single glass bottle, and a pair of goggles. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger says (to floyd), "wear goggles" | ||||
Floyd | You slide the cheap white strap over your head and slide the goggles Floyd | down over your eyes. They make an adequate, if uninspiring, seal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert has disconnected. | ||||
| Bert goes home. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Great dunes of sand, piled up against the pillars supporting the Floyd | pavilion, block your exit in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Note that the seal of the goggles isn't the best. This was another subtle bit it was difficult to notice at first." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Oh, wait. I went the wrong way, right?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Where are you trying to go?" | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x castle" | ||||
Floyd | It's very unusual. You've never seen a sand castle like this one. Floyd | Instead of the usual overturned-pail-full-of-sand method, this castle Floyd | seems to have been made of little beaded droplets of wet sand, stacked Floyd | capriciously atop each other into miniature spires and minnarets. Floyd | Several thin spires climb skyward, rising to about knee height, and a Floyd | narrow band spirals around the whole construction from base to top. Floyd | It almost looks like the whole thing was grown, rather than built, Floyd | like the crystals that sprout from the "Grow Your Own Crystals!" kits Floyd | that are so popular at boardwalk novelty shops. Now that you've Floyd | noticed it, the castle even seems to have a certain glassy sheen. Floyd | Floyd | The castle is inhabited by some sort of insects, or tiny crustaceans, Floyd | that crawl all over and through it. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Get back to the hoop." | |||
| Tale says, "Well you're a park ranger, not a life guard." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "True." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The trash barrel is in the nw part of the map." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You strike off up the beach, but don't want to wander too far from Floyd | your hotel, so after a while you head back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oops" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "nope" | |||
| DavidW says, "go w, ne" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Thanks." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry hoop" | ||||
Floyd | You set down the other stuff you were carrying to free your hands. Floyd | Then you slide the crowbar beneath the deformed hoop where it meets Floyd | the steel chain, and ratchet it back and forth, trying to loosen the Floyd | hoop. The hoop slides up a hair's breadth, then catches on a link of Floyd | the chain. You remove the crowbar and shift your point of attack to Floyd | the chain. As you apply pressure to the recalcitrant link, it bites Floyd | into the soft wooden stave beneath it. You keep pushing, and... Floyd | crack! The force applied to the link splits the stave lengthwise, Floyd | dividing a thin slice from the trunk of the stave. The thin slice now Floyd | bears the brunt of the metal hoop's tension, while the main part of Floyd | the stave is free of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | You set down the crowbar and then seize the top end of the stave with Floyd | both hands. Though it's no longer bound by the top hoop, the two Floyd | lower hoops still put a lot of tension on it. Nevertheless, you grit Floyd | your teeth and rock the stave back and forth, until it finally scrapes Floyd | free of the barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x stave" | ||||
Floyd | It's a long, heavy, slightly curved piece of wood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hoop" | ||||
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "third" | ||||
Floyd | You manage to jam your finger tips beneath the topmost hoop. It Floyd | wiggles a bit, but it's still too tight for you to remove with your Floyd | bare hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "See, why are we doing this except to do it?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I forget." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Because we hate our job? That seems an odd reason." | ||||
| Emerald asks, "because it's a game and we can?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "well, we haven't seen any of the big rewards yet." | ||||
| Jacqueline will suspend her disbelief, for now. | ||||
| DavidW says, "The winking sand dragon. The teleporting gull. Those were hints of things to come." | ||||
| Emerald says, "Teleporting gull? I think I missed something" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry hoop" | ||||
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "third" | ||||
Floyd | You to slide your fingers under the hoop, but all the give is gone. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), and a broken stave. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop stave. take bar" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Emerald), "It's easy to miss stuff. There's a lot of text in this game's descriptions." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry third hoop" | ||||
Floyd | You to slide the crowbar under the hoop, but all the give is gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "So, are we done here? Take the stave and go?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Maybe it's the stave we really need and not the hoop. I don't remember the game exactly." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take bar" | ||||
Floyd | You already have the crowbar! Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Or right, didn't drop it." | |||
| DavidW says, "I think the stave is used for a puzzle inside the pavilion." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think you've seen all the beach yet." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Oh, right, under the pavillion and down the other side, past the sandcastle?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Which way?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x castle" | ||||
Floyd | It's very unusual. You've never seen a sand castle like this one. Floyd | Instead of the usual overturned-pail-full-of-sand method, this castle Floyd | seems to have been made of little beaded droplets of wet sand, stacked Floyd | capriciously atop each other into miniature spires and minnarets. Floyd | Several thin spires climb skyward, rising to about knee height, and a Floyd | narrow band spirals around the whole construction from base to top. Floyd | It almost looks like the whole thing was grown, rather than built, Floyd | like the crystals that sprout from the "Grow Your Own Crystals!" kits Floyd | that are so popular at boardwalk novelty shops. Now that you've Floyd | noticed it, the castle even seems to have a certain glassy sheen. Floyd | Floyd | The castle is inhabited by some sort of insects, or tiny crustaceans, Floyd | that crawl all over and through it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to floyd), "x insects" | ||||
Floyd | You lean in to take a close look. They're too tiny to see much Floyd | detail, but there are hundreds of them zipping around the tall spires. Floyd | They seem to be crustaceans. Or maybe some kind of insect. In any Floyd | case, they have six legs. Or maybe eight. Call yourself crazy, but Floyd | it looks like some of them are carrying grains of sand. You lean in Floyd | further, and on closer inspection are able to confirm your theory. Floyd | Then, right before your eyes, a small cluster of mites carries a bit Floyd | of shiny something, perhaps a speck of broken glass, into the castle. Floyd | They bring it to the very top of the tallest spire. Somehow, they Floyd | melt down the shiny fragment and assimilate into the castle. Perhaps Floyd | it's just your imagination, but you'd swear there was a miniscule Floyd | plume of smoke curling about the spire. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "Call Weekly WOrld News" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "call". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put insect in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any bottle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "argh." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We had to leave it in the recycling room." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction. A noise Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "go back" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Grr. Yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "now north." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "west twice" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "For some reason I was thinking that, but one location to the side." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w. w. w." | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Storage Area Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room. But for the open gate in the Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube. Apparently it's used as a Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling Floyd | canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans. Floyd | Against the rear wall is a large bin full of used paper products. Floyd | Next to that is a plain looking utility table over which is hung a peg Floyd | board. Floyd | You see a steel key here. Floyd | Floyd | The solid cement wall prevents you from exiting in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | The steel key: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop key" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the steel key to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't see the bottle here." | ||||
| Roger says, "It's by the barrel I think" | Jacqueline says, "I thought we dropped it here to get the crowbar - oh wait, you put on the goggles so we could do that. My bad." | |||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), a crowbar, and a broken stave. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Bah, so it was back where we were? The inventory thing is a little annoying, even if it is realistic." | |||
| DavidW says, "We should drop stuff at Beach Path, since we have to pass through there often." | ||||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x passcard" | ||||
Floyd | It's a card of bright orange plastic, a bit smaller and a good deal Floyd | thicker than a credit card. You can see no magnetic stripe. Instead, Floyd | it has a row of red and green dots running along one edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | You see a sieve, a mussel shell, and a glass bottle, lying in the Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | The sieve: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | The mussel shell: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | The glass bottle: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), a crowbar, and a broken stave. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar, stave, goggles" | ||||
Floyd | The crowbar: You toss the crowbar to the ground. Floyd | The broken stave: You toss the broken stave to the ground. Floyd | The pair of goggles: You toss the pair of goggles to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | You see a sieve, a mussel shell, and a glass bottle, lying in the Floyd | sand. Floyd | | Jacqueline says, "We should return the crowbar or drop it or something. - right" | |||
Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | The sieve: Taken. Floyd | The mussel shell: Taken. Floyd | The glass bottle: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, and a pair of goggles (being Floyd | worn) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Good." | |||
| Tale asks, "Can't we put things in the shorts?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all but bottle" | ||||
Floyd | The sieve: You toss the sieve to the ground. Floyd | The mussel shell: You toss the mussel shell to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Tale), "No." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Only the pocket, and it's pretty small." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take insect" | ||||
Floyd | It's difficult, because they're so small... but you lean in close, Floyd | follow one likely specimen, and... got it! You stand up to examine Floyd | your catch in better light. Ouch! You instinctively beat at the air Floyd | with your wounded hand, but the creature has already been dislodged. Floyd | You look at the tiny red welt already swelling on the heel of your Floyd | palm. Is it... smoking? No, it must be just an illusion caused by Floyd | your sudden state of distress. But you'd swear you saw a tiny plume Floyd | of smoke rising from your palm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put insect in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | It's difficult, because they're so small... but you lean in close, Floyd | follow one likely specimen, and... got it! You cram the mite through Floyd | the mouth of the bottle. Just as you're beginning to enjoy your Floyd | mighty triumph, you detect a sudden whiff of burning glass. You peer Floyd | into the bottle to discover that the mite is burning a tiny hole Floyd | straight through the bottom! The mite leaps out and disappears into Floyd | the beach sand, leaving behind only a tiny drop of molten glass which Floyd | cools instantly, resealing the hole. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Jacqueline says, "hm. Interesting." | |||
| DavidW says, "I just wanted to give a push that the insects and bottle react together in various ways." | ||||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||||
| McMartin asks, "club Do we have anythin we need to set on fire?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm getting ideas, but keeping them to myself for now." | ||||
| DavidW says, "for a more startling effect, throw the bottle at the castle." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Oh really?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at castle" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the bottle among the castle's spires. It lies for a moment, Floyd | unnoticed. Then, a lone crustacean investigates. You see a single, Floyd | tiny plume of smoke. Suddenly, as if on a prearranged signal, the Floyd | mighty miniature hoards descend. More swiftly than you can follow, Floyd | the tiny mites somehow disassemble the glass bottle and assimilate its Floyd | mass into the castle. As the bottle disappears, the castle grows. By Floyd | the time the bottle is completely gone, the castle has grown a new Floyd | spire. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "So the dragon is where from here?" | |||
| DavidW says, "north a few" | ||||
| McMartin asks, "Should we undo first?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We can, though we don't have to." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "There are more bottles." | |||
| DavidW says, "sure. That's simplest. A new bottle will appear in the barrel." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x pipes" | ||||
Floyd | Far overhead, a pair of thick metal pipes run the length of the pier, Floyd | suspended a few fingers beneath the pier's concrete underbelly. Floyd | Presumably, they carry water to and from the pavilion's rest rooms and Floyd | fountains. Squinting, you can just make out some shiny or reflective Floyd | object, perhaps a glass lens, caught in the space between the pipe and Floyd | the cement ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take lens" | ||||
Floyd | The shiny object is too far away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x shiny object" | ||||
Floyd | It's difficult to see just what it is from down here, hidden as it is Floyd | in the dim shadow beneath the pier. All you can tell is that it's Floyd | some sort of shiny object or reflective surface, perhaps a lens, Floyd | nestled among the pipes overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The bottle can be filled with water, dry sand, and wet sand, if that helps spur any ideas." | |||
| Roger says (to floyd), "push lens with stave" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any stave here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a glass bottle. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Ack. Where's the stave?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Back at Beach Path." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, right. We agreed to that." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We can't reach the lens with the stave though." | ||||
| Emerald says, "if we're going there, let's grab the crab shell and drop it off on our way" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Can we get a recycling barrel from nearby to stand on?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "ooh." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Please try." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "E?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Actually, can you e-mail me the map, or is it big?" | ||||
| Emerald says, "my mental map is really tangled up" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to E), "Mine too. I hate being turned-around like this. I guess I could start sketching." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You'll need the .css file too." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "oh." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Storage Area Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room. But for the open gate in the Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube. Apparently it's used as a Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling Floyd | canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans. Floyd | Against the rear wall is a large bin full of used paper products. Floyd | Next to that is a plain looking utility table over which is hung a peg Floyd | board. Floyd | You see a steel key here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hopefully vimes will get my plover account setup soon." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take canister" | ||||
Floyd | Which canister do you mean, the glass recycling canister, or the Floyd | aluminum recycling canister? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "aluminum" | ||||
Floyd | It's too bulky too pick up and carry around, but you could easily push Floyd | it in any direction you wanted to go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push aluminum canister east" | ||||
Floyd | You give the aluminum recycling canister a tentative shove. It proves Floyd | to be surprisingly light. In fact, you're able to raise it an inch or Floyd | two above the ground and slide it out into the sand beneath the Floyd | pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You grab hold of the canister and slide it east, over the dry sand. Floyd | You've made it almost to the far end of the pavilion when you trip Floyd | over your own feet, sending the canister over on its side. You look Floyd | up to find that the canister has begun rolling down the slope towards Floyd | the ocean. You chase after it, but it's picking up speed. You Floyd | redouble your efforts to catch it, and it looks like you just... Floyd | might... make it... Splash! The canister goes into the water and Floyd | starts drifting out to sea. It shrinks into the distance between the Floyd | long row of pylons, becoming smaller and smaller. Soon, the canister Floyd | has drifted out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oops. Heehee." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe you'll have better luck with the glass one, which isn't so light." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So I guess that's a no." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm. Worth a try." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Storage Area Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room. But for the open gate in the Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube. Apparently it's used as a Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there's a big blue recycling Floyd | canister here, containing glass bottles. Against the rear wall is a Floyd | large bin full of used paper products. Next to that is a plain Floyd | looking utility table over which is hung a peg board. Floyd | You see a steel key here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The solid cement wall prevents you from exiting in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push glass canister east" | ||||
Floyd | You give the glass recycling canister a tentative shove. It proves to Floyd | be surprisingly heavy. You bend at the knees and put your shoulder to Floyd | it. Pushing against the hard cement floor, you manage to slide the Floyd | canister out into the sand beneath the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister and a glass recycling Floyd | canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You put your shoulder to the canister again and try to move it further Floyd | east, fighting the friction of the sandy floor. Sand piles up against Floyd | the leading edge of the canister, but still you struggle onward, Floyd | making slow progress. You make it almost to the far end of the Floyd | pavilion, where the canister freezes in the sand. You brace yourself Floyd | and try to force it with a good, strong shove... until crash! the Floyd | canister goes over on its side, and you with it. You look up to find Floyd | that the canister has begun rolling down the slope towards the ocean. Floyd | You chase after it, but it's picking up speed. It continues its Floyd | descent, heading towards one of the pier's cement pylons. You Floyd | redouble your efforts to catch it, and it looks like you just... Floyd | might... make it... Crash! The canister rebounds off the pylon and Floyd | shatters with a hideous cacophony, spewing bottles and chunks of thin Floyd | blue plastic in a rain of broken glass. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | The beach is littered with broken bottles and blue plastic shards. Floyd | You see a crab shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "don't undo that." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "No?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "You want the broken glass and plastic shards there." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Trust me." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yikes. Okay." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shell" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I guess that goes against park ranger training, eh?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Definitely." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Okay, which way back to the beach path from here?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "I imagine we'll want to feed the trash to the nanocrabs" | ||||
| DavidW says, "either n.w.sw. or s.w.nw." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n.w.sw." | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles (being worn), Floyd | a sieve, and a mussel shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger has disconnected. | ||||
| Roger goes home. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop crab shell" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the crab shell to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a glass bottle. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, so are the goggles being worn or not?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I dropped them here too." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I guess that's a little bug." | ||||
| DavidW says, "oops. yeah." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove goggles" | ||||
Floyd | You strip the goggles off of your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "there we go." | |||
| Jacqueline finally begins mapping. | ||||
| McMartin says, "Maybe the goggles just have really stretchy rubber, and can be worn while on the ground three rooms away" | ||||
| K-Y asks, "Did anyone bring up the fatal bug in this game?" | ||||
| K-Y says, "I think it's fatal, anyway" | ||||
| DavidW says (to K-Y), "I don't know of any fatal bug." | ||||
| K-Y says, "TAKE ME will get you stuck in some weird limbo" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "hm. Is that true of other earlier Tads games also?" | ||||
| Emerald asks, "What now?" | ||||
| Emerald asks, "Have we explored everywhere yet?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "no." | ||||
| Emerald says, "I kinda thought not." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The whole waterfront area hasn't been seen." | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There seems to be a loose brick in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles, a sieve, a Floyd | mussel shell, and a crab shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says (to DavidW), "I don't think so; I just know of one game that had a bizarre custom response to it" | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a glass bottle. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "drop bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the glass bottle to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "finally found a place to upload it to: http://www3.sympatico.ca/welbourn11/sol/sunset.html" | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "get loose brick" | ||||
Floyd | You rock the brick back and forth a bit, and manage to pry it from its Floyd | berth. Oof! It's heavy! It takes both hands to carry it, and the Floyd | muscles in your lower back protest as you straighten up. You'd better Floyd | decide where you want to go now, because you won't be able to carry it Floyd | for too long. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "drop brick" | ||||
Floyd | Relieved of the brick's weight, you quickly straighten up. All your Floyd | aching body parts cry out in relief. You flex your hands to loosen Floyd | them up, then plant them at your sides and bend backwards until you Floyd | feel your spine crack. Ahh! Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "ow" | |||
| McMartin says, "Some ranger we are" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't know if the brick is yet another respawnable item. I think it must be." | ||||
| K-Y says, "Also, I've forgotten how to see the easter egg in the ocean" | ||||
| Emerald asks, "is it breakable?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "I recall the brick being respawnable from somebody's review of it" | ||||
| McMartin says, "You can lose the brick in the ocean, IIRC." | ||||
| DavidW says (to K-Y), "It involves 'xyzzy'." | ||||
| K-Y says (to DavidW), "oh yeah" | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I forget if you have to be in a particular place, though." | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You strike off up the beach, but you don't want to wander too far from Floyd | your hotel, so after a while you head back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x dunes" | ||||
Floyd | Tall, wind swept dunes stand between you and the hotels to the west, Floyd | and also flank the base of the pavilion. The dunes are dotted with Floyd | tall, scraggly sea-oats. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "sow wild sea-oats" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "sow". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | The word escapes your mouth like a gentle zephyr and swirls in the air Floyd | around you. You can feel powerful forces gathering, like a static Floyd | charge before a storm. You glance around in anticipation. A long Floyd | moment passes, but nothing happens. Then, a distant bass rumble Floyd | begins, somewhere far, far away. You can feel the distant vibrations Floyd | in the soles of your feet, and the rumbling grows steadily louder and Floyd | louder until you fear an earthquake must be approaching. The surf Floyd | becomes violently choppy, throwing up pounding waves that come Floyd | crashing onto shore. Then, in the eastern distance, an incredible Floyd | sight. Some... thing, some enormous, unimaginably big thing as big Floyd | as an island rises from the sea, rivulets of water streaming down its Floyd | back and sides. Even from here you can see that its rugged, craggy Floyd | flesh is cut through with channels like ancient ravines, from which Floyd | sprout entire forests of flora. A mouth wide enough to swallow your Floyd | entire hotel is lined with jagged, discolored teeth at least as big as Floyd | you are, and one cold, round eye the size of a wading pool penetrates Floyd | the distance to stare right at you. You can actually feel the Floyd | impossible beast considering you, as if judging the worth of your very Floyd | soul, and you shrivel beneath the intense scrutiny of that piercing Floyd | eye. The examination seems to drag on forever, until at last, the eye Floyd | turns away. The incredible mouth slowly draws open in a terrifying Floyd | grimace that seems to drain half the ocean, and a sound like all the Floyd | trumpets of heaven proclaiming judgment day thunders across the beach, Floyd | rattling every stick and bone in its path. The echoes are still Floyd | reverberating up and down the beach moments later, when the beast Floyd | heaves its massive, ponderous bulk back beneath the waves. As it Floyd | disappears once more into the sea, a name from the old testament Floyd | suddenly pops into your head. Leviathan. And as the crashing surf Floyd | slowly returns to its once gentle nature, you realize that whatever Floyd | verdict was decided here today will remain forever hidden from you Floyd | beneath the implacable depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Sorry I was gone. I have a map now, though. It's surprisingly simple, but I can see how that would get us turned around." | |||
| Tale asks, "What the...?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "IA RLYH, etc." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Tale), "Leviathan. BIG SEACREATURE." | ||||
| Tale says, "I seem to be haunted by those in the last few weeks." | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, what happens if we say it again?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | The word escapes your mouth like a gentle zephyr and swirls in the air Floyd | around you. You can feel powerful forces gathering, like a static Floyd | charge before a storm. You glance around in anticipation. A long Floyd | moment passes, but nothing happens. You begin to fear that something Floyd | has gone truly awry with the fabric of the universe. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "Cloverfield, I suppose." | |||
| Emerald says, "I think I'm going to have to go soon." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Aw. Well, we're glad you came, and you can read the transcript later if you'd like." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't think we've solved any of the major puzzles yet." | ||||
| Emerald says, "I will - though I'll probably try to finish the game on my own first." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Lets get some shells and fiddle with the dragon." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles, a sieve, a Floyd | mussel shell, a crab shell, a glass bottle, and a loose brick here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get shells" | ||||
Floyd | The mussel shell: Taken. Floyd | The crab shell: Taken. Floyd | The clam shell: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You need a shell you haven't found yet." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get stave" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "I can't even do part of it?" | |||
| DavidW says, "well, go try" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "drop the shells beside the dragon, at least." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon" | ||||
Floyd | The enormous sand sculpture is almost twice as long as you are tall, Floyd | and stands nearly to your shoulder. It's some sort of huge, scaly Floyd | reptile, basking on its swollen belly in the evening light. Lying Floyd | flat against its sides are a pair of batlike wings that sprout from a Floyd | ridged, bony spine. The spine curves down and around, ending in a Floyd | massive, coiled tail. Two plump hind legs sprawl out in back, while a Floyd | pair of short, stubby arms lies crossed beneath an angular head full Floyd | of sharp looking teeth. Floyd | Floyd | You note that certain parts of the creature, including its spine, Floyd | claws, eyes, and teeth consist of carefully placed sea shells. The Floyd | shells give the creature an illusory realism. Curiously, there is an Floyd | empty cavity in the creature's beak that looks as if it might once Floyd | have held a shell. Floyd | Floyd | All in all, the dragon seems surprisingly realistic, as if it had Floyd | recently clawed its way out of the sand to warm itself beneath the Floyd | bright sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x beak" | ||||
Floyd | The dragon's angular head ends in a beaklike nose with two tiny Floyd | nostrils. Just above the dragon's nostrils is a curiously empty Floyd | cavity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x beak" | ||||
Floyd | The dragon's angular head ends in a beaklike nose with two tiny Floyd | nostrils. Just above the dragon's nostrils is a curiously empty Floyd | cavity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put shell in beak" | ||||
Floyd | Which shell do you mean, the mussel shell, the crab shell, or the clam Floyd | shell? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "crab" | ||||
Floyd | The dragon's beak is not a container. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think there's a fourth shell in the shallows of the water." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We started to wander out there." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put clam shell on beak" | ||||
Floyd | There's no good surface on the dragon's beak. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "Also, if memory serves, we need to put it in the cavity" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put clam shell in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You try setting the clam shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, and Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim the Floyd | clam shell. Floyd | | McMartin says, "not in the beak" | |||
Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put mussel shell in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You try setting the mussel shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, Floyd | and somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim Floyd | the mussel shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put crab shell in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You try setting the crab shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, and Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim the Floyd | crab shell. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "we tried the other two shells earlier" | |||
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||||
| Emerald says, "let's check out the water" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shells" | ||||
Floyd | The mussel shell: You toss the mussel shell to the ground. Floyd | The crab shell: You toss the crab shell to the ground. Floyd | The clam shell: You toss the clam shell to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin asks, "Why do I have this feeling that our goal in this game is not to decide whether or not to keep our job but instead awake a terror of the ancient world and doom us all?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your Floyd | waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into Floyd | deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to McMartin), "That's a different game." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back Floyd | into shallower water to the west. The long cement pier finally ends Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. The cold Floyd | salt water stings your eyes as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Your stinging eyes and blurred vision prevent you from seeing anything Floyd | interesting. Floyd | Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "goggles" | |||
| McMartin says (to Floyd), "x herring" | ||||
Floyd | Your blurred vision and salt stung eyes make it difficult to think Floyd | about anything but clawing your way to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | |||
| DavidW says, "oh, yeah. Goggles would be useful here." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back Floyd | into shallower water to the west. The long cement pier finally ends Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "They're at the path?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You gaze longingly to the horizon. Though it beckons you, you decide Floyd | you're safer staying close to shore. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "yep" | |||
| DavidW says, "yup" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oops, west." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your Floyd | waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into Floyd | deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a clam shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles, a sieve, a Floyd | glass bottle, and a loose brick here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get goggles" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a clam shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your Floyd | waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into Floyd | deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear goggles" | ||||
Floyd | You slide the cheap white strap over your head and slide the goggles Floyd | down over your eyes. They make an adequate, if uninspiring, seal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back Floyd | into shallower water to the west. The long cement pier finally ends Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emily has disconnected. | ||||
| Emily goes home. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. It's layered with a suspension of mud and fine silt Floyd | that sways to and fro with the pulsing tide. Small, leafy plants Floyd | climb from the mud like grasping fingers. Floyd | You see a snail shell, drifting in the mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shell" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back Floyd | into shallower water to the west. The long cement pier finally ends Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your Floyd | waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into Floyd | deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a clam shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put snail shell in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You try setting the snail shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, and Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim the Floyd | snail shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "meh" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x cavity" | ||||
Floyd | It's a shallow cavity about the size of your two cupped palms, in both Floyd | depth and circumference. There's nothing in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop snail shell" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the snail shell to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | "Hmm," you wryly think to yourself. "Maybe I've been playing too many Floyd | adventure games lately. If only life worked that way." Floyd | Floyd | Not exactly a score as such, but... Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling conflicted. "Oh man, maybe I should quit," is what Floyd | you've been thinking. After the past week, you're of half a mind to Floyd | do it, so you can pursue your own creative interests. If only someone Floyd | or something would present you with some convincing arguments to get Floyd | you off the fence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "still feeling conflicted" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's back" | ||||
Floyd | Running along the dragon's back from the base of the head to the tail Floyd | is a thick, bony ridge made of sea shells. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x shells" | ||||
Floyd | Which shells do you mean, the mussel shell, the crab shell, the clam Floyd | shell, the snail shell, or the dragon's shells? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "When a major puzzle is solved, the 'score' command will change." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's shells" | ||||
Floyd | They're ordinary sea shells planted in strategic spots all over the Floyd | dragon. A long row of shells makes up the dragon's spine, and another Floyd | set descends like a picket fence from its beaklike mouth, giving it a Floyd | cartoonish overbite. On the dragon's beak, just above two tiny Floyd | nostrils, is a curiously empty cavity that looks like it might once Floyd | have housed a large shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's spine" | ||||
Floyd | Running along the dragon's back from the base of the head to the tail Floyd | is a thick, bony ridge made of sea shells. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Swim some more?" | |||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||||
| Emerald says, "yeah, let's" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any bottle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a pair of goggles (being worn). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "it's up at the Beach Path" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, hm." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think if you swim with the bottle, it fills automatically with seawater." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah - I wonder. Let's go get it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "sw or w" | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a sieve, a glass bottle, and a Floyd | loose brick here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Sorry - had a minor cat emergency. Back now." | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "get bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail Floyd | shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your Floyd | waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into Floyd | deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | Salt water fills the glass bottle. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back Floyd | into shallower water to the west. The long cement pier finally ends Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself south with a vigorous crawl stroke. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Emerald), "Feel free to keep driving, since I had to duck away." | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x pylons" | ||||
Floyd | Twin rows of cement pylons support the long pier. Each pair of pylons Floyd | is a single unit resembling a truncated letter 'A'. Here in deeper Floyd | water, the pylons rise an unknown height from the murky depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "Well, there's the bottle auto-filling" | |||
| DavidW says, "and murky depths" | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "climb pylons" | ||||
Floyd | You paddle up to a promising looking pylon, receiving a few minor Floyd | bruises as the tide pushes you against the rough cement. Floyd | Nevertheless, you cling to the inclined outside face and reach for the Floyd | opposite side... but no matter how hard you stretch, it's just too Floyd | wide for you to get your arms around. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x pillars" | ||||
Floyd | The pylons supporting the pier come to an end here, mere feet from the Floyd | sudden steep dropoff in the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You glide to the south with a smooth breast stroke. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Resting on the rock is a great conch shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "get shell" | ||||
Floyd | As you reach for the attractive looking shell, it suddenly sprouts Floyd | legs and scuttles into a deep fissure that bisects the rock! Floyd | Apparently, the shell is home to some sort of crab. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||||
Floyd | It's a huge slab of porous, white rock, longer than you are tall and Floyd | rising half your height from the muck of the ocean floor. Its Floyd | scabrous surface has been eroded cruelly by time and tide, and a deep Floyd | fissure cuts through it, nearly cleaving it in two. Tiny creatures Floyd | crawl through the barnacles encrusting its gnarled surface, and small, Floyd | broad leaved plants cling tenaciously to it. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | The crab sends forth one probing eye stalk, then hastily withdraws it. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "hm" | |||
| Emerald asks, "ideas?" | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | The beach is littered with broken bottles and blue plastic shards. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x broken bottles" | ||||
Floyd | The bottles litter the beach, many of them shattered into sharp, Floyd | dangerous fragments. Spread among the broken glass are numerous thin, Floyd | blue, plastic shards, the only remainders of the recycling canister. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I can't quite remember. I think the shrimp might be used as bait against the crab, but there's more to it than that." | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "get broken bottles" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got one. If you want to take another, perhaps you Floyd | should dispose of that one first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), and a single glass bottle (containing Floyd | salt water). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "oh yeah, we have a bottle of water" | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Pour it somewhere... the castle or the dragon?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I think I remember how to solve one of the puzzles." | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "pour water on castle" | ||||
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "salt" | ||||
Floyd | The salt water spills out of the glass bottle and rejoins the Floyd | elements. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "um, that's interesting." | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "put insect in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | It's difficult, because they're so small... but you lean in close, Floyd | follow one likely specimen, and... got it! You cram the mite through Floyd | the mouth of the water filled the bottle. It worked! You've got it! Floyd | The tiny mite is floating around on the surface of the water. Uh oh. Floyd | You watch as the mite begins to paddle its six (or eight) legs Floyd | furiously, headed for the bottom of the bottle. Whatever you're going Floyd | to do with the mite, you'd better do it soon. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "okay, that's how to catch a mite" | |||
| McMartin asks, "Make the dragon breathe flame?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Throw it onto the broken glass to the north." | ||||
| Emerald asks, "but what to do with it?" | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | The beach is littered with broken bottles and blue plastic shards. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | The mite continues its furious paddling. It's almost to the bottom of Floyd | the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "DavidW's idea is probabl better." | |||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "pour salt water on broken bottles" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the bottle containing the mite onto the pile, where it Floyd | shatters on impact. For a moment, nothing happens. Then you detect a Floyd | tiny whiff of smoke. Other than that, still nothing. You're just Floyd | about ready to give up on your plan when you spot a writhing black Floyd | line in the sand. Holy cow! It's a living stream made up of the tiny Floyd | crustaceans. Seconds later they swarm over the pile of broken glass. Floyd | Before your astonished eyes they start dissolving the bottles and Floyd | shards into tiny molten beads. They carry the fiery glass to the Floyd | middle of the pile. Then come the towers, sprouting like overgrown Floyd | stacks of soap bubbles. The bulbous, head-sized building blocks Floyd | budding before you are actually rough spheres of sand-filled glass. Floyd | Apparently, with such an abundance of material to work with, the mites Floyd | are building on a much larger scale. Higher and higher climb the Floyd | towers, until they nearly brush the bottom of the pier. An abrupt Floyd | flash of color catches your eye. A sheet of thin blue plastic, once Floyd | part of the glass recycling canister, is floating across the floor. Floyd | Now that you've noticed it, there are pieces of plastic in motion all Floyd | around you, each levitating a fraction of an inch above the ground. Floyd | Instead of melting the plastic down, the mites carry the sheets to the Floyd | perimeters of the tower and begin incorporating them into a spiraling Floyd | ramp. Step by step, the ramp corkscrews up and around until it wraps Floyd | the pinnacle of the tallest tower. Finally, all growth ceases. The Floyd | finished structure looms over twice your height. Floyd | Floyd | Somehow this amazing spectacle has cut through your ingrained layers Floyd | of cynicism to revitalize your waning belief in a world full of Floyd | wondrous novelty. It's enough to get you thinking about work again, Floyd | in particular the way the same backdrop day after day has dulled your Floyd | expectation for novelty. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling confused. "I didn't realize how serious I was about Floyd | quitting," is what you're now thinking. The truth is, you didn't Floyd | really believe you were going to find the motivation to quit here on Floyd | the beach. But it's hard to ignore the wonder of what you've seen. Floyd | Maybe you really could quit. Still, you're going to need a lot more Floyd | convincing. Floyd | Floyd | Looking around, you spot one ancient, discolored bottle that was Floyd | passed up by the mites. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "whoa, lotsa text" | |||
| DavidW says, "This bottle is a new one." | ||||
| DavidW says, "someone should save" | ||||
| McMartin says, "This really cries out for > PUBLISH RESULTS IN PRESTIGIOUS ZOOLOGICAL JOURNAL" | ||||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter data file to store: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "ssos2" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "ssos2". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "ssos?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "oh, the game title." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | ||||
Floyd | It's an ancient rum bottle, aged to the color of dull copper, and Floyd | sealed with a thick sheath of blood red wax. Much of its surface has Floyd | been tinged an opaque sea green by the elements. Ribbons of oily Floyd | color twist through the splotchy patches of copper and green. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | ||||
Floyd | It's an ancient rum bottle, aged to the color of dull copper, and Floyd | sealed with a thick sheath of blood red wax. Much of its surface has Floyd | been tinged an opaque sea green by the elements. Ribbons of oily Floyd | color twist through the splotchy patches of copper and green. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "The rum is GONE and you don't even CARE" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "Actually, maybe it's not; it's sealed, after all" | |||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "open bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Age and the elements have frosted the bottle nearly opaque, so you Floyd | hold it up to the light of the setting sun. The orange rays flash Floyd | through the bottle's glossy patina, casting a dazzling kaleidoscope Floyd | into your eyes. The burst of light reveals what seems to be a rolled Floyd | up sheet of parchment. You start peeling the aged wax from the Floyd | bottle. It's so desiccated that it crumbles into flakes which float Floyd | away on the light evening breeze. The cork pulls loose from the Floyd | bottle with a small pop. You insert a finger into the bottle and Floyd | slide out a rolled up parchment. Unrolling it reveals... a treasure Floyd | map! It must be at least a hundred years old. Clearly, it was Floyd | fashioned in another time. Thick black strokes grace the rich Floyd | parchment, drawn in a purposeful hand. Fanciful trace works embellish Floyd | the borders, and a spidery compass rose resides in one corner. The Floyd | black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the Savannah Floyd | coast. One island in particular bears a bold red X. You examine the Floyd | marker closer. Why, that's right here on Tybee Island! Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "yay, treasure!" | |||
| McMartin says, "It's not a proper adventure without treasure" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think the stave is useful for digging re: this puzzle." | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the Floyd | Savannah coast. One island in particular bears a bold red X. You Floyd | examine the marker closer. It seems to be a bit west of here. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x structure" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "structure". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ramp" | ||||
Floyd | You feel as though you're looking at the original castle through a Floyd | microscope. Everything looks quite similar, from the beaded droplets Floyd | to the climbing towers, but oh, so much larger. The rounded building Floyd | blocks of this castle are nearly the size of your head, and the Floyd | tallest spires stand well over twice your height, climbing nearly to Floyd | the underside of the pier. The ramp that spirals up and around the Floyd | tower's circumference is paved with sheets of blue plastic and seems Floyd | wide enough to stand on. Swarming over and through the castle's Floyd | glossy crystalline surface are hoards of the tiny crustacean castle Floyd | builders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Decided to grow wings, have you? Floyd | Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from Floyd | the pipes running overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb ramp" | ||||
Floyd | With great trepidation, you set one foot on the lowest part of the Floyd | spiral ramp. It supports your weight. You try the other foot. When Floyd | the ramp fails to collapse, you start climbing, slowly, carefully, Floyd | leaning on the nearby towers for support. Thank goodness for the blue Floyd | plastic sheets inlaid in the ramp. Without them, the glassy surface Floyd | would be far too slick to climb. You circle the castle once, twice, Floyd | three times, four, all the while looking nervously up at the needle Floyd | sharp spires. Eventually, the ramp becomes too narrow for you to Floyd | continue any further. But, by bracing one foot against the topmost Floyd | spire and standing on the toes of the other, you can just reach the Floyd | pipes above. You reach for the shining object and... Ahh! Your foot Floyd | glides off the glossy spire and you fall to your behind on the ramp. Floyd | Gravity takes over and sends you sliding down the ramp, rear end Floyd | scraping blue plastic through turn after turn. Finally, you slide Floyd | into the sand at the base of the castle, unharmed. Wow! What a trip! Floyd | Only then do you discover that you succeeded in pulling down the Floyd | reflective object, because you've still got it clenched tightly in Floyd | your white knuckled fist. Floyd | Floyd | You examine the object to discover that you've retrieved a black Floyd | banded scuba mask. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "Argh hoards" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mask" | ||||
Floyd | It's an expensive looking scuba mask. The lens is a single large Floyd | piece of glass, sides angled back to offer a wider field of vision. Floyd | The lens is sealed on all sides with thick, black rubber, and held Floyd | together by an equally tough neoprene strap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x neoprene strap" | ||||
Floyd | The strap is made of thick, black neoprene, the same stuff wetsuits Floyd | are made of. It's only about as broad as your thumb where it meets Floyd | the mask, but it fans out nearly to the breadth of your hand where it Floyd | presses against the back of your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald asks, "can we breathe underwater now?" | |||
| DavidW says, "no" | ||||
| DavidW says, "However, we can wear this mask and take apart the goggles." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "This is probably a better mask." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear mask" | ||||
Floyd | You try to put the mask on over the goggles, but it doesn't fit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove goggles" | ||||
Floyd | You strip the goggles off of your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear mask" | ||||
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head. It Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I thought it might change them out automagically." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x goggles" | ||||
Floyd | It's a cheap pair of plastic swim goggles, held together by a thin, Floyd | white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove strap from goggles." | ||||
Floyd | You remove the white rubber strap from the pair of goggles. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x strap" | ||||
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene Floyd | strap? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "white" | ||||
Floyd | It's a thin, white, rubber strap about the length of your arm. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think if we dived off the end of the pier, the goggles fall off, but the mask doesn't." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Why dive when we can just swim out?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh. maybe I'm saying too much." | ||||
| Emerald says, "maybe we can go deeper if we dive off the pier..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Emerald), "may-be." | |||
| Jacqueline asks (of Emerald), "Good idea - want to drive, or do you want me to, as I now have a map?" | ||||
| Emerald says, "you drive" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail Floyd | shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a sieve, and a loose brick here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | You see a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any Floyd | lower. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off pier" | ||||
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and Floyd | maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out Floyd | with your toes hanging out over empty space. You steel yourself, take Floyd | a deep breath, and... jump! You ready yourself for a neat Floyd | cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated. Floyd | You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash! You Floyd | hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the Floyd | backs of your thighs. The water you displaced now comes rushing back Floyd | in to slap painfully at your ears. Your momentum carries you several Floyd | feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface. Floyd | You seem to have lost several of your posessions in the fall. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | You see a cork, bobbing on the waves. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ack" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "undo, drop our stuff before doing?" | ||||
| Emerald asks, "what were we carrying before the dive?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a scuba mask (being worn). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | The cork starts drifting slowly toward shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "the map, right? we'd better undo" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | You see a cork, bobbing on the waves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a treasure map, Floyd | a scuba mask (being worn), a white rubber strap, and a shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new Floyd | lure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | The strapless pair of goggles: You toss the strapless pair of goggles Floyd | to the ground. Floyd | The antique bottle: You toss the antique bottle to the ground. Floyd | The cork: You toss the cork to the ground. Floyd | The treasure map: You toss the treasure map to the ground. Floyd | The white rubber strap: You toss the white rubber strap to the Floyd | ground. Floyd | The shrimp: You toss the shrimp to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new Floyd | lure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off pier" | ||||
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and Floyd | maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out Floyd | with your toes hanging out over empty space. You steel yourself, take Floyd | a deep breath, and... jump! You ready yourself for a neat Floyd | cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated. Floyd | You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash! You Floyd | hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the Floyd | backs of your thighs. The water you displaced now comes rushing back Floyd | in to slap painfully at your ears. Your momentum carries you several Floyd | feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | Half buried in the mud of the steep slope is some sort of wire Floyd | frame construction. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take wire" | ||||
Floyd | You give the trap a tentative yank, but it's buried too deeply in the Floyd | face of the slope to come free. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and Floyd | finally, just when you don't think you're going to make it, you break Floyd | the surface. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your lungs with Floyd | the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Something unseen brushes by your waist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look underwater" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "underwater". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Ideas? Is this what the stave is for?" | |||
| Emerald says, "we could try" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think the stave has a few uses." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail Floyd | shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Tall, sea-oat-covered dunes block your way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a sieve, and a loose brick here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.e.e." | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a Floyd | treasure map, a white rubber strap, and a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it Floyd | back. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We'll lose it, but perhaps it floats." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off of pier" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off pier" | ||||
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and Floyd | maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out Floyd | with your toes hanging out over empty space. You steel yourself, take Floyd | a deep breath, and... jump! You ready yourself for a neat Floyd | cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated. Floyd | You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash! You Floyd | hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the Floyd | backs of your thighs. The water you displaced now comes rushing back Floyd | in to slap painfully at your ears. Your momentum carries you several Floyd | feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface. Floyd | You seem to have lost one of your posessions in the fall. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | You see a broken stave, bobbing on the waves. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "if it doesn't float, we can always try going in the sissy way" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d.d.d." | ||||
Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave Floyd | prevents you from going under. Floyd | Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave Floyd | prevents you from going under. Floyd | Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave Floyd | prevents you from going under. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "meh" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "crowbar?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "what are you trying to do, exactly?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Dig out that wire thing." | |||
| DavidW says, "Have you looked at it yet? Maybe you only need to open it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop stave" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | Half buried in the mud of the steep slope is some sort of wire Floyd | frame construction. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x wire" | ||||
Floyd | The construction's function isn't immediately obvious, so you clear Floyd | away some of the mud surrounding it. It turns out to be a rough box Floyd | made of wooden slats and chicken wire. There's a gaping hole in one Floyd | face, where something has punched through the wire and splintered the Floyd | surrounding slats. Apparently, it's a busted up lobster trap. Floyd | Needless to say, the trap is empty. In the process of uncovering the Floyd | trap, you've also revealed a short length of thick rope that's tied to Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take rope" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to untie the length of rope from the busted trap first. Floyd | Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting Floyd | off waves of panic. You can control yourself no longer! Instinct Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface. Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface. You Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air. After a few Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your Floyd | pounding veins. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "maybe 'pull rope'" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Or untie." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d.d.d." | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep Floyd | slope. Floyd | You see a length of rope, drifting in the mud. Floyd | The length of rope waves in the current, anchored to the busted Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "one or the other" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You detach the length of rope from the busted trap. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and Floyd | finally, just when you don't think you're going to make it, you break Floyd | the surface. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your lungs with Floyd | the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||
Floyd | It's a short, stout section of rope, about half as long as you are Floyd | tall and two thumb widths thick. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Should I go back down and try to do more, Emerald? What do you think?" | |||
| Emerald says, "I don't really think it seems like the trap will be useful." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, me neither, just wanted to make sure." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w.w." | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle, white crested wave laps past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | You see a broken stave, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Go up and reunite our stuff?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail Floyd | shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail Floyd | shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, no, we want that stuff there." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, and a loose brick here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | The length of rope: You toss the length of rope to the ground. Floyd | The broken stave: You toss the broken stave to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x ugly gap" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "ugly". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "x gap" | ||||
Floyd | It's a gap in the path, where a brick has been removed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "look in gap" | ||||
Floyd | The gap is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Mind the gap." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "(Sorry, couldn't resist)." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Pretend I can punctuate." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "hehe" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "darn it - wrong way" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, and a Floyd | broken stave here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.e.e." | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a Floyd | treasure map, a white rubber strap, and a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | The strapless pair of goggles: Taken. Floyd | The antique bottle: Taken. Floyd | The cork: Taken. Floyd | The treasure map: Taken. Floyd | The white rubber strap: Taken. Floyd | The shrimp: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new Floyd | lure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w.w.w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | greater pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, and a Floyd | broken stave here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald asks, "now what - try to get the crab thingy that's underwater?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Okay. We have all this crap. Now what?" | ||||
| Emerald says, "timing" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "The crab on the rock? Could do." | ||||
| Emerald asks, "or go treasure hunting?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | The strapless pair of goggles: You toss the strapless pair of goggles Floyd | to the ground. Floyd | The antique bottle: You toss the antique bottle to the ground. Floyd | The cork: You toss the cork to the ground. Floyd | The treasure map: You toss the treasure map to the ground. Floyd | The white rubber strap: You toss the white rubber strap to the Floyd | ground. Floyd | The shrimp: You toss the shrimp to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You could try to follow the map" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x map" | ||||
Floyd | It's a treasure map. It must be at least a hundred years old. Floyd | Clearly, it was fashioned in another time. Thick black strokes grace Floyd | the rich parchment, drawn in a purposeful hand. Fanciful trace works Floyd | embellish the borders, and a spidery compass rose resides in one Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | You really need to be holding it to read it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get map" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the Floyd | Savannah coast. One island in particular bears a bold red X. You Floyd | examine the marker closer. It seems to be a bit east of here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I like how we're walking around in our goggles. We must look a sight." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the Floyd | Savannah coast. One island in particular bears a bold red X. You Floyd | examine the marker closer. It's right underfoot! Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig" | ||||
Floyd | You painfully pull back several fingernails trying to dig a hole in Floyd | the cement floor. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "heh" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I meant with the stave, but damn - concrete." | ||||
| DavidW says, "You can go under the pavilion, y'know." | ||||
| Emerald says, "okay, let's try under the pier" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh. Duh." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a white rubber Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail Floyd | shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig with stave" | ||||
Floyd | The broken stave doesn't make a very good shovel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig" | ||||
Floyd | As best you can, you locate the spot indicated on the map. Scooping Floyd | sand away in great handfuls, you quickly excavate an area Floyd | approximately a yard across and a couple of hand spans deep. You Floyd | don't manage to uncover anything interesting, but you're quite sure Floyd | that this is the spot indicated on the map. As you continue to dig, Floyd | gravity and the slight wind join forces to send the surrounding sand Floyd | sliding into the hole. You can see that you're going to need a better Floyd | digging implement than your hands if you're to make this hole any Floyd | deeper. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Clam shell?" | |||
| Emerald says, "maybe we can attach something to the stave or the crowbar" | ||||
| DavidW says, "hm. Not sure what the digging tool is. I thought the stave might've been it." | ||||
| Emerald says, "try the clam shell, see what happens" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm - rope + crowbar + stave = really awkward fragile shovel." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.n." | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail Floyd | shell, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get clam" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "true" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s.w." | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is Floyd | still visible. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig with shell" | ||||
Floyd | The clam shell doesn't make a very good shovel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.n.w.sw." | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. | Emerald says, "I am probably thinking too much like an adventurer" | |||
Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a white rubber Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take crowbar and rope" | ||||
Floyd | The crowbar: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | The length of rope: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a | ||||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "tie clam shell to stave" | ||||
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a treasure map, a broken stave, and a clam Floyd | shell. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The clam shell can't be attached to the broken stave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tie stave to crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | The broken stave can't be attached to the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Maybe we need the shingle?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Where was that?" | ||||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "tie sieve to stave" | ||||
Floyd | The sieve can't be attached to the broken stave. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We saw it only in a bug." | |||
| McMartin says (to floyd), "tie rope to sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You need to be holding the length of rope before you can attach it to Floyd | anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Shingles will be on the pavilion roof." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "wasn't there one elsewhere?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "oh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shingle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any shingle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x askjhsd" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "askjhsd". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Right." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "That's... obscure." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. A number of Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "just checking that the game understands 'shingle'." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "stand on bench" | ||||
Floyd | The benches are too far away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald says, "most of the puzzles so far seem to be of the tweak-things-because-you-can-and-see-what-transpires variety" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb enclosure" | ||||
Floyd | You look longingly up at the red brick wall, but the roof of the Floyd | enclosure is clearly out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Among the Benches Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for Floyd | spectators, as there are numerous wooden benches here. They're neatly Floyd | arranged in two orderly rows. What with all these benches, you half Floyd | expect to see picnic tables, but there are none. The main part of the Floyd | pavilion floor sprawls largely to the south. Beyond that, against the Floyd | southern railing, you can see the brick faced enclosure and the tiny Floyd | snack bar. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "stand on bench" | ||||
Floyd | You choose a stable looking bench and clamber on to it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb onto roof" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get any higher. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The bench scrapes against the concrete floor as you leave it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Move the bench?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push benches s" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move benches" | ||||
Floyd | You push the benches around into an untidy mess. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emerald asks, "maybe the aluminium recycling container?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push bench s" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bench" | ||||
Floyd | Choosing a bench at random, you grab hold of one end and raise it Floyd | about a foot in the air. The other end scrapes loudly against the Floyd | concrete floor. The bench is light enough to move around, but too Floyd | bulky to carry, so you set it back down. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hm" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push bench south" | ||||
Floyd | You choose a bench at random, lift one end, and drag it noisily across Floyd | the concrete floor. You set it down by the brick restroom enclosure Floyd | and go back for another. Slowly, laboriously, you drag each bench in Floyd | turn to the enclosure. A bead of sweat trickles down your brow. Floyd | Finally, your task is complete. Out of a twisted sense of order, you Floyd | set them up as you originally found them, in two neat rows. Whew! Floyd | You would hate to have to do all that again. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. They're neatly arranged in Floyd | two orderly rows. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "aha - had to spell out south." | |||
| DavidW says, "yeah." | ||||
| Emerald says, "that's a bit dodgy" | ||||
| DavidW says, "This is an earlier era." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, it's eleven years ago, so." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Timing." | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "stand on bench" | ||||
Floyd | You choose a stable looking bench and clamber on to it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emerald says (to Floyd), "get on enclosure" | ||||
Floyd | You decide that you should probably get off of the benches first. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg says, "hm yeah, you had Jigsaw which had pushing in directions too, although I think it clarifies if you don't give a direction" | |||
| DavidW says, "if I remember correctly, we need to stack the benches against the enclosure." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "oh- hm. Wow." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "brb" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stack benches" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see how you're going to do that while you're standing on one Floyd | of them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The bench scrapes against the concrete floor as you leave it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stack benches" | ||||
Floyd | You pile the benches up against the brick wall of the restroom Floyd | enclosure, one on top of another, into a tower twice your height. Floyd | They don't look very sturdy, but the wall does seem to add some Floyd | support. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better do something with the stuff you're carrying first. Floyd | You'll need both hands free to climb. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | The treasure map: You toss the treasure map to the ground. Floyd | The broken stave: You toss the broken stave to the ground. Floyd | The clam shell: You toss the clam shell to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches" | ||||
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability. The Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm. It seems to be shored up by the wall Floyd | of the enclosure. Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Enclosure Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms. The Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar Floyd | lies just below you to the east. If it weren't for the pavilion's Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset. Unfortunately, all Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x canopy" | ||||
Floyd | The enormous canopy hangs directly overhead. From down here, you can Floyd | see into the darkened rafters, and detect the pattern of wooden slats Floyd | that make up the underside of the canopy. In fact, now that your eyes Floyd | have adjusted to the relatively dim light, you can see a thin seam of Floyd | light outlining a rectangular shape in the canopy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shape" | ||||
Floyd | The thin seam of light appears to outline a maintenance hatch hidden Floyd | in the canopy above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean Floyd | out over empty space. You can just about reach the maintenance hatch. Floyd | Unfortunately it's quite heavy, and at this angle you have no leverage Floyd | with which to open it. Disappointed, you jump back down to the Floyd | enclosure roof. If only you had a long pole to push it back with. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "back" | |||
| DavidW says, "here's where we need the stave." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You test the top bench yet again. It's still not as sturdy as you'd Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do. You set to climbing down the Floyd | stack of benches. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a treasure map, a broken stave, and a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "Alas, I must flee for the evening." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw stave onto enclosure" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the broken stave. It bounces off the enclosure and falls to Floyd | the ground. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put stave on benches" | ||||
Floyd | You choose a bench at random and set the broken stave on it. (If you Floyd | meant to set the broken stave on top of the stack, you can't do it Floyd | without actually climbing it.) Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Night, M." | |||
| Emerald says, "yeah, I really need to head off too" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a treasure map and a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Night, E." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I have about an hour." | ||||
| Emerald says, "see you later" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "See you." | ||||
| McMartin leaves to the <<Warning: @get_child called with object 0 (PC = d00d) (will ignore further occurrences)>> | ||||
| Emerald goes home. | DavidW says, "I can't remember how to get the stave up there." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb benches" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better do something with the broken stave you're carrying first. Floyd | You'll need both hands free to climb. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put stave in mouth" | ||||
Floyd | Is there anything you wouldn't put in your mouth? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| Tale moves out of the shadows. He has always been here, waiting. | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "throw stave" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stave on roof" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any roof here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw stave at canopy" | ||||
Floyd | The pavilion's canopy is too far away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "maybe the rope?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm. Guess the Verb." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a white rubber Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take strap" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie strap to stave" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the white rubber strap to the broken stave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie strap to me" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to your wrist, joining Floyd | the broken stave to your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a treasure map and a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline watches DW go. | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches" | ||||
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability. The Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm. It seems to be shored up by the wall Floyd | of the enclosure. Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Enclosure Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms. The Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar Floyd | lies just below you to the east. If it weren't for the pavilion's Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset. Unfortunately, all Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean Floyd | out over empty space. You can just about reach the maintenance hatch. Floyd | Unfortunately it's quite heavy, and at this angle you have no leverage Floyd | with which to open it. Disappointed, you jump back down to the Floyd | enclosure roof. If only you had a long pole to push it back with. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "'The Man' has taken over." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch with stave" | ||||
Floyd | You extend the wooden stave and give the maintenance hatch a good, Floyd | stiff jab. It rises up, swings on its hinges, and slams down on the Floyd | roof. A shower of sand and a broad angular shaft of orange light fall Floyd | into your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean Floyd | out over empty space. You can just reach the opening in the pavilion. Floyd | Your grip is tenuous, but you manage to pull yourself up and heave Floyd | yourself through the trap door. Floyd | Floyd | As you climb to your feet, a loose shingle rocks beneath your knee and Floyd | nearly sends you falling back through the hatch. Floyd | Floyd | On the Canopy Floyd | The view from the shingled canopy is quite lovely. A deeply orange Floyd | sun is setting beyond your hotel, while the beach stretches like a Floyd | golden ribbon to north and south. To the east, the long pier Floyd | stretches out towards the sprawling blue sea. Perhaps it's your Floyd | imagination, but the sunset seems curiously enhanced from up here - Floyd | more so than can be accounted for by the height of the canopy. Floyd | The maintenance hatch through which you climbed lies open against Floyd | the canopy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Tale), "heh" | |||
| DavidW asks, "are we ready to enjoy a sunset?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I am." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sunset" | ||||
Floyd | As you gaze into the distant sky, you feel an incredible sensation, as Floyd | if your body were a balloon in the process of being inflated. You Floyd | rise, the canopy dropping away behind you. Your mind and vision Floyd | expand as you ascend high into the atmosphere, above even the towering Floyd | hotels. The world contracts beneath you. It's as if you've become Floyd | some huge bubble, and your entire surface acts like a lens, Floyd | magnifying, intensifying. Everything seems almost surreally Floyd | beautiful. The sun wavers a hair's breadth above the horizon like a Floyd | fat, ripe, blood orange. Its rays speed diagonally towards you Floyd | through streamers of cloud turned to pink cotton candy. The sweeping Floyd | rays hazily rake the fertile wetlands that lie beyond the shore. Floyd | Broad swathes of grassy emerald are bordered by wheat colored marshes. Floyd | Green and gold are divided by snake-like ribbons of shadow and light, Floyd | where twisting streams alternately capture and reflect the light. The Floyd | rays fade lazily to the east, smudging the sky with shades of peach Floyd | and rose and lilac and cool, steely blue. A pale moon hangs like a Floyd | plump sand dollar in the milky blue eastern sky. And beyond, the Floyd | stars... Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, the vision recedes as quickly as it came upon you, sending Floyd | you plummeting like a falling star to the earth's welcoming grace. Floyd | You find yourself in yourself again, standing on the wood shingled Floyd | canopy in the cool air of the early evening light. Floyd | Floyd | You stand and consider the experience for a while. You'd nearly Floyd | forgotten how to appreciate the beauty of everyday life. It's enough Floyd | to get you to thinking about your job again, and how it consumes so Floyd | much time that you can't even enjoy common miracles such as this. Floyd | Floyd | You're wavering. "Maybe I'm being hasty," is what you're now Floyd | thinking. Sure, a couple of fancy displays now and then make life Floyd | more interesting, but is that enough reason to quit your job? And Floyd | what about your employers? What'll they do without you? You're still Floyd | going to need a few more convincing arguments. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "ready to continue?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Interesting plot." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You swing your legs down over the edge of the trap door and lower Floyd | yourself through. Floyd | Floyd | On the Enclosure Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms. The Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar Floyd | lies just below you to the east. If it weren't for the pavilion's Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset. Unfortunately, all Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shingle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any shingle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "This game is unique." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You test the top bench yet again. It's still not as sturdy as you'd Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do. You set to climbing down the Floyd | stack of benches. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a treasure map and a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm sure I saw a shingle fall." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take map" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | North Face of Pavilion Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for Floyd | spectators, while the main part of the pavilion floor sprawls largely Floyd | to the south. You can see a bunch of wooden benches there. Beyond Floyd | that, against the southern railing, you can see the brick faced Floyd | enclosure and the tiny snack bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a shrimp Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Where were the gulls?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better do something with the treasure map you're carrying first. Floyd | You'll need both hands free to climb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop map" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the treasure map to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches" | ||||
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability. The Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm. It seems to be shored up by the wall Floyd | of the enclosure. Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Enclosure Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms. The Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar Floyd | lies just below you to the east. If it weren't for the pavilion's Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset. Unfortunately, all Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean Floyd | out over empty space. You can just reach the opening in the pavilion. Floyd | Your grip is tenuous, but you manage to pull yourself up and heave Floyd | yourself through the trap door. Floyd | Floyd | As you climb to your feet, a loose shingle rocks beneath your knee and Floyd | nearly sends you falling back through the hatch. Floyd | Floyd | On the Canopy Floyd | The view from the shingled canopy is quite lovely. A deeply orange Floyd | sun is setting beyond your hotel, while the beach stretches like a Floyd | golden ribbon to north and south. To the east, the long pier Floyd | stretches out towards the sprawling blue sea. Sadly, you can find no Floyd | trace of your earlier vision, though the sunset is still glorious. Floyd | The maintenance hatch through which you climbed lies open against Floyd | the canopy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wasn't it there we saw the bug, and might it be because it's there?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shingle" | ||||
Floyd | Which shingle do you mean, the rooftop shingles, or the loose shingle? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "loose" | ||||
Floyd | While it does wiggle a bit, it's still wedged pretty firmly in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ah" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull shingle" | ||||
Floyd | Which shingle do you mean, the rooftop shingles, or the loose shingle? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "loose" | ||||
Floyd | While it does wiggle a bit, it's still wedged pretty firmly in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry loose shingle with stave" | ||||
Floyd | You locate the loose shingle and try to jam the stave beneath it, but Floyd | the rows of shingles are too tightly mounted to permit the broad Floyd | stave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d. d" | ||||
Floyd | You swing your legs down over the edge of the trap door and lower Floyd | yourself through. Floyd | Floyd | On the Enclosure Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms. The Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar Floyd | lies just below you to the east. If it weren't for the pavilion's Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset. Unfortunately, all Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside. Floyd | Floyd | You test the top bench yet again. It's still not as sturdy as you'd Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do. You set to climbing down the Floyd | stack of benches. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell and a treasure map here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a shrimp Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie stave" | ||||
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the broken stave, separating it Floyd | from your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop stave" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie crowbar to strap" | ||||
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene Floyd | strap? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "white" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the crowbar, Floyd | joining the crowbar to your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell and a treasure map here. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability. The Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm. It seems to be shored up by the wall Floyd | of the enclosure. Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Enclosure Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms. The Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar Floyd | lies just below you to the east. If it weren't for the pavilion's Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset. Unfortunately, all Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean Floyd | out over empty space. You can just reach the opening in the pavilion. Floyd | Your grip is tenuous, but you manage to pull yourself up and heave Floyd | yourself through the trap door. Floyd | Floyd | As you climb to your feet, a loose shingle rocks beneath your knee and Floyd | nearly sends you falling back through the hatch. Floyd | Floyd | On the Canopy Floyd | The view from the shingled canopy is quite lovely. A deeply orange Floyd | sun is setting beyond your hotel, while the beach stretches like a Floyd | golden ribbon to north and south. To the east, the long pier Floyd | stretches out towards the sprawling blue sea. Sadly, you can find no Floyd | trace of your earlier vision, though the sunset is still glorious. Floyd | The maintenance hatch through which you climbed lies open against Floyd | the canopy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline sits back, watches, and laughs at it all. | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry loose shingle with crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You locate the loose shingle and jam the crowbar beneath it. You Floyd | apply pressure and the shingle flies out with a loud snap, leaving Floyd | behind a dark chink in the otherwise perfect rows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take loose shingle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | It's a thin, spade-shaped slice of wood, about two hand spans long and Floyd | almost as wide. It's slightly convex across its width, and tapered Floyd | along its length so that one end is narrower than the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "'shape-shaped'" | |||
| DavidW says, "er, spade-" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Spade-shaped, even." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better do something with the loose shingle you're carrying Floyd | first. You'll need both hands free to climb. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Drop it over the edge?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw loose slingle over edge" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "slingle". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw loose shingle over edge" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "edge". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw loose shingle at path" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any path here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shingle off roof" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put loose shingle in hole" | ||||
Floyd | Hole? What hole? You don't see any hole here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put loose shingle in hatch" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the loose shingle through the maintenance hatch, where it Floyd | clatters through the wooden rafters, glances off the enclosure roof, Floyd | and crashes to the cement floor of the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d.d" | ||||
Floyd | You swing your legs down over the edge of the trap door and lower Floyd | yourself through. Floyd | Floyd | On the Enclosure Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms. The Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar Floyd | lies just below you to the east. If it weren't for the pavilion's Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset. Unfortunately, all Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside. Floyd | Floyd | You test the top bench yet again. It's still not as sturdy as you'd Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do. You set to climbing down the Floyd | stack of benches. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell, a treasure map, and a shingle here. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take map, shingle" | ||||
Floyd | The treasure map: Taken. Floyd | The shingle: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump over railing" | ||||
Floyd | You climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're Floyd | standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over Floyd | empty space. You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and... jump! Floyd | The ground rushes up faster than you could have imagined. It seems Floyd | you've only just jumped when wham! Your feet hit the ground with a Floyd | stinging impact that sends you sprawling forwards into the sand. You Floyd | lie, stunned, for several moments. After a time the stinging fades Floyd | from your feet, if not from your memory, and you climb back to a Floyd | vertical position. You seem to have lost several of your posessions Floyd | in the fall. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | You see a treasure map and a shingle, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel. Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking Floyd | away over the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | The treasure map: Taken. Floyd | The shingle: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction. A noise Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is Floyd | still visible. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the Floyd | Savannah coast. One island in particular bears a bold red X. You Floyd | examine the marker closer. It's right underfoot! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig with shingle" | ||||
Floyd | Sand continues to slide in from the hole's rim, but you're able to Floyd | keep abreast of it through vigorous use of the shingle. You keep on Floyd | digging, making the hole deeper and wider. You climb into the hole to Floyd | facilitate the excavation, and soon you're knee deep in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You continue digging industriously. You're forced to stop for a Floyd | moment to wipe the sweat from your brow, but you shortly resume your Floyd | labor. When you next look up, you discover that you're waist deep in Floyd | the hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | Your back aches from stooping and lifting, and you're covered with Floyd | sweat, but you keep on digging. That treasure must be here somewhere, Floyd | you're just sure of it! Though if you don't find something soon, you Floyd | may be out of luck. You're standing in the hole up to your chest, and Floyd | the sand sliding in from the rim is starting to make you nervous. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You pause for a moment to contemplate the fruits of your labors. The Floyd | hole rises nearly over your head. You shudder with a quick chill as Floyd | the early evening breeze strokes your sweat coated skin. Or perhaps Floyd | it's the sight of all the sand spilling down the rim of the hole. Floyd | Then, with a dedication born of pure greed, you set the shingle to the Floyd | bottom of the hole and continue digging. Hardly a moment has passed Floyd | when, chunk, you strike something! You bend down to see what you've Floyd | found, and... Floyd | Floyd | ... fall into black. Floyd | Floyd | You come awake groggily, with pounding head. You seem to be lying on Floyd | your side in the cold and damp. You try to sit up, but your arms are Floyd | somehow pinned behind you. In fact, it feels like they're tied down. Floyd | You can even feel a coarse rope tied roughly around you. Your eyes Floyd | are gummed shut, but you force them open and take in your surroundings Floyd | with blurred vision. Floyd | Floyd | You can't even begin to imagine how, but you've come to be lying in Floyd | some sort of underground grotto. The walls and ceiling are of rough Floyd | stone, and water drips from the ceiling and puddles around you on the Floyd | stony floor. A cool breeze on your back suggests that the cavern Floyd | extends to some distance behind you. Nearby, a thin, sandy shore Floyd | descends towards a sheltered inlet. The inlet follows the cove as it Floyd | bends out of sight towards the sea, while pink tongues of sunset reach Floyd | back around the bend to lick the dark walls of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh dear. I forgot. There might be pirates." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You rock back and forth on the stony ground, struggling to break free Floyd | of the rope that binds you. The motion sets your head to throbbing Floyd | and the coarse rope tears into your flesh, but you're unable to free Floyd | yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh dear." | |||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | It's hard to tell with your hands tied behind you, but you don't seem Floyd | to be carrying anything. Floyd | Floyd | The gentle surf laps against the thin shore. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear new sounds coming from around the bend. The protesting Floyd | creak of old wood is accompanied by soft, irregular splashes, and Floyd | punctuated by the base tones of a grumbled conversation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Ugh. Your whole body throbs painfully with the blood pulsing dully Floyd | through your veins. Floyd | Floyd | The gentle surf laps against the thin shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | DavidW says, "This might be a long cutscene. I'm not sure." | |||
Floyd | The back of your head throbs, and coarse rope binds your arms. You Floyd | can't sit up or even focus your eyes well enough to do that. Floyd | Floyd | A drop of water falls from the stony ceiling and lands with a plip on Floyd | the puddled ground. Floyd | Floyd | A boat rows into sight from around the bend. It's a small, wooden Floyd | dinghy, rowed by two scruffy looking individuals. With your vision Floyd | blurred, you can't tell much more about them from here. You can hear Floyd | small snippets of their grumbled conversation, but not enough to make Floyd | sense of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We might be dreaming. Or we might be dead from all that sand sliding in on us." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | The two men's coarse voices carry over the placid waters of the inlet. Floyd | Floyd | The wooden dinghy scrapes up onto the thin shore, and the two men Floyd | slowly clamber out. Though they're quite close, their conversation is Floyd | still garbled. Their voices are deep and slurred, with a grating Floyd | timbre that sends a chill crawling across your aching scalp. They Floyd | seem to be discussing the previous night's debaucheries. Floyd | The heavier of the pair rubs a meaty hand through his matted hair Floyd | and says, "Gar, oy still don't see why oy have to come collect t' new Floyd | recruit. T'ain't enough I been t' cudgel man?" Floyd | "Oh, shut yer stinkin' hole, McGintie. I be just as smashed as Floyd | you. Cab'in says do, ye do. Unless ye want yer throat cut here to Floyd | ear." The second speaker draws one hand across his throat in a quick Floyd | slashing motion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You rock back and forth on the stony ground, struggling to break free Floyd | of the rope that binds you. The motion sets your head to throbbing Floyd | and the coarse rope tears into your flesh, but you're unable to free Floyd | yourself. Floyd | Floyd | The gentle surf laps against the thin shore. Floyd | Floyd | The foul reek of boozy breath chokes you as the pair scuffle your way. Floyd | They're close enough now that you can make them out in better detail. Floyd | It's ludicrous, but they seem to be dressed as... pirates. Though Floyd | groggy and filled with fear, you're struck by the sheer lunacy of the Floyd | situation. It nevertheless seems frighteningly real when the pair Floyd | come to stand over you and look down with vile, appraising eyes. Floyd | "Gar, it's awake, it is. Feisty one, this," says the heavier man. Floyd | The slender man nods agreement. "Aye, and let's get it back quick, Floyd | 'fore my noggin explodes." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask pirates about treasure" | ||||
Floyd | The heavier of the two men bends ponderously at the knees and looks Floyd | into your face with a crooked grin. "Gar, ain't you t' lucky one. Floyd | We're takin' you on a free 'round 't world trip! Har, har!" His Floyd | belly shakes with laughter at his wry pronouncement. Floyd | Floyd | A drop of water falls from the stony ceiling and lands with a plip on Floyd | the puddled ground. Floyd | Floyd | The second speaker grabs you by the hair and starts dragging you over Floyd | the rough ground towards the dinghy. The cloud of alcoholic fumes Floyd | surrounding the brigands brings a gorge to your throat. You sputter Floyd | and choke and fight to breathe, but the rope still binds your arms Floyd | tightly behind you, restricting the passage of air to your lungs. Floyd | Just when you've decided you must vomit or die, your abductors heave Floyd | you up, over the lip of the dinghy, and in. You fall... Floyd | Floyd | ... and wake, back on the beach, coughing up sand as someone pounds Floyd | forcefully on your back. After a moment, your fit subsides and your Floyd | throat seems to be clear, though your mouth is still full of grit. Floyd | The pounding stops, and a kindly male voice speaks. "You alright? Floyd | Can you breathe?" Floyd | Floyd | You look around to find the elderly couple you've seen strolling the Floyd | beach, looking down at you concernedly. Floyd | "We heard you shout," says the woman. Seeing the look of confusion Floyd | on your face, she says "When the sand fell in on you." Floyd | "We pulled you out," says the man. "What were you doing, digging Floyd | so deeply, anyway?" Floyd | "Oh, it doesn't matter," says she. "What's important is that Floyd | you're all right." She looks into your eyes for any sign of lasting Floyd | damage. "You are all right, my dear?" Floyd | You nod your head, yes. "Thank you." The words burn in your Floyd | throat, but your breath is returning to normal. Floyd | "Would you like us to help you home, or call anyone for you?" Floyd | You shake your head in the negative. "Thanks, I'll be fine." Floyd | "Well, all right, dear. But do try to be more careful!" And with Floyd | that, the elderly couple strolls away to the east, throwing an Floyd | occasional concerned glance back your way. Floyd | Floyd | Thank goodness, all the pain and grogginess you felt lying in the Floyd | grotto has disappeared as if it never was. Nevertheless, all the Floyd | digging and the subsequent near burial has left you winded. You rest Floyd | for a moment, taking stock of... what? Was it a vision? Past life Floyd | experience? Suddenly, the word 'shanghaied' pops into your head. Floyd | You're reminded of your visit to Savannah's famed Pirate House. Floyd | According to city history, honest-to-goodness pirates frequented the Floyd | place in the buccaneering days of Savannah's past, largely for Floyd | convenient access to the caves beneath the tavern. These underground Floyd | caverns connected the Pirate House to nearby River Street. The Floyd | brigands frequently took advantage of these caverns in order to Floyd | discreetly carry drunken 'new recruits' out to their ships. The Floyd | hapless abductees would later wake to find themselves miles from Floyd | shore, with no recourse but to join the ship's crew. Floyd | Floyd | Of course, that still doesn't begin to explain your strange Floyd | experience. It's reminded you that the true "treasures" are life and Floyd | freedom. But suddenly, you recall frighteningly similar nightmares Floyd | where you were locked into eternal servitude by your slavish job. The Floyd | realization jolts you back to your ongoing internal debate. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling hesitant. "Well now, wait a minute," is what you're Floyd | now thinking. What's life about if not living? And much as you hate Floyd | to admit it, your employers can probably replace you easily. You're Floyd | still not quite decided, but it would only take several more arguments Floyd | to set your mind. Floyd | Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister, a scuba mask, a treasure Floyd | map, a shingle, a crowbar, and a white rubber strap here. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter data file to store: | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "Whoa, textdump. But a nice one. In this game, you actually want to know what it'S all about." | |||
| DavidW says, "I think there's two more major puzzles. The one with the crab/shells/dragon, and the deep underwater one." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Can we fiddle with the dragon, yet? I want it to come to life and smite the insect castle." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Also, now that there's been a sunset, I think we should head to the pier end." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "From on top, or down below?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think the fisherman leaves to go home." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | The scuba mask: Taken. Floyd | The treasure map: Taken. Floyd | The shingle: Taken. Floyd | The white rubber strap: You take the white rubber strap and the Floyd | crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop map, shingle" | ||||
Floyd | Great dunes of sand, piled up against the pillars supporting the Floyd | pavilion, block your exit in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Storage Area Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room. But for the open gate in the Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube. Against the rear wall is Floyd | a large bin full of used paper products. Next to that is a plain Floyd | looking utility table over which is hung a peg board. Floyd | You see a steel key here. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The treasure map: You toss the treasure map to the ground. Floyd | The shingle: You toss the shingle to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oops" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I was just going to put it in the one locale." | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh. sorry" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think we're done with those two items, though." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "But I guess I went the wrong way, anyway." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a strapless pair Floyd | of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a shrimp, and a broken stave Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask, a crowbar, and a white rubber strap. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "What should we take?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "What puzzle are you trying to solve?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought you had an idea for going to the end of the pier." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Well, I don't remember what happens when the man leaves." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think he leaves something behind that helps get the conch shell." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any Floyd | lower. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about man" | ||||
Floyd | His steely grey eyes hardly flicker. "I am what I am, youngster." Floyd | Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about sun" | ||||
Floyd | The old man's eyes never stray from the sea. "Aye, 'tis a beaut." Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked. Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks Floyd | the surface! But victory is short lived. The line snaps and the old Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sack" | ||||
Floyd | It's a heavy, brown, burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in sack" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be empty. Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a whopper of a fish, which he tosses into the Floyd | bucket by his feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about sack" | ||||
Floyd | Apparently the old man isn't interested in talking about that. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked. Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks Floyd | the surface! But victory is short lived. The line snaps and the old Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bucket" | ||||
Floyd | It's an ordinary, if somewhat corroded, metal pail, full of fish Floyd | caught by the old man. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search fish" | ||||
Floyd | The old man spots you reaching for his fish and fires off a Floyd | smouldering glower that burns straight through the center of your Floyd | forehead. Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it Floyd | back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about fish" | ||||
Floyd | He glances down at the fish in the pail. "That's today's catch. Floyd | 'Relda'll cook 'em up nice." Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about fishing" | ||||
Floyd | He beams uncharacteristically. "'Relda and the kids picked it out for Floyd | my birthday." Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about relda" | ||||
Floyd | He gazes wryly out to sea. "My one true lady love. After the sea, Floyd | that is. Couldn't live without either of 'em." Floyd | Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about sea" | ||||
Floyd | You don't know of any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about island" | ||||
Floyd | The old man just grips his rod more tightly. Floyd | Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about crab" | ||||
Floyd | The old man just grips his rod more tightly. Floyd | Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing. The old man jerks in surprise Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about his rod" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "his". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about rod" | ||||
Floyd | He beams uncharacteristically. "'Relda and the kids picked it out for Floyd | my birthday." Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked. Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks Floyd | the surface! But victory is short lived. The line snaps and the old Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet. Floyd | | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about pirates" | ||||
Floyd | > Floyd | You don't know of any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it Floyd | back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about treasure" | ||||
Floyd | "Hmph. Fools goin' lightly an all that." Floyd | Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about map" | ||||
Floyd | You don't know of any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new Floyd | lure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about marlin" | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about bait" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "marlin". Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | I don't know the word "bait". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about pavilion" | ||||
Floyd | An uncomfortable silence ensues. Floyd | Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Not late enough yet?" | |||
| DavidW says, "no, it might be that the sunset isn't the trigger, but using the shrimp correctly." | ||||
| Tale says, "Grar, I really need to go. Have fun you two." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Tale), "We might not finish." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I have to head out in half an hour or so." | ||||
| Tale goes south through the orange door. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask, a crowbar, and a white rubber strap. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale asks, "Will we continue later or leave the game as it is?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm. I am feeing uninspired and uncreative about our prawn." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Tale), "Not sure." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think the prawn is used vs. the crab." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Are you wanting to finish up? I was thinking David and I might just pick it up later, since he slept all morning, and I'll be back in a couple or three hours. But we could continue tomorrow, since I'm off tomorrow." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | greater pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. | Jacqueline asks, "So go out to the rock?" | |||
Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a strapless pair Floyd | of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a shrimp, and a broken stave Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "Whatever you do, it'll be nice if you'd mail the transcript to Ivan." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the shrimp, joining Floyd | the crowbar to the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "oHO." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Fishing line." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then Floyd | dematerializes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better do something with one of the items you're carrying first. Floyd | You'll need at least one hand free to swim. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask, a crowbar, a white rubber strap, and a shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The crowbar is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear mask" | ||||
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head. It Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges past, wetting you up to the waist and Floyd | nearly toppling you from your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab" | ||||
Floyd | "Hmm..." you think to yourself, "...maybe I can lure the crab out Floyd | with a tasty treat." You give yourself a little pat on the back for Floyd | your cleverness. Floyd | Floyd | You lower the shrimp toward the fissure, but a nagging voice in the Floyd | back of your mind suggests that you might never see the white rubber Floyd | strap or the crowbar again. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the shrimp, separating it from Floyd | the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap and the crowbar. The strap sinks Floyd | beneath the surface and disappears into the murky water along with the Floyd | crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You plop down into the shallow water and let the gentle waves knock Floyd | against your shoulders. The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes Floyd | contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle wave rides up the slope of your back as you sit in the Floyd | shallow water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | (Getting off of the ground first.) Floyd | Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the crowbar and the white rubber strap to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle, white crested wave laps past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale enters from the south, through an unauthorized orange door. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show shrimp to crab" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We need cammo." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab" | ||||
Floyd | You release the shrimp. Free of your grip, it darts immediately Floyd | toward the dark fissure in the rock. With surprising speed, the crab Floyd | comes to life and goes after it. The chase is brief, and shortly the Floyd | crab retreats to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw. Hmm. If Floyd | only you had some way of holding on to the shrimp. You release the Floyd | shrimp. Free of your grip, it darts immediately toward the dark Floyd | fissure in the rock. With surprising speed, the crab comes to life Floyd | and goes after it. The chase is brief, and shortly the crab retreats Floyd | to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw. Hmm. If only you had Floyd | some way of holding on to the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its claws and clacks them together menacingly. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale asks, "A fishing line?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shell" | ||||
Floyd | You thrust your hand boldly into the fissure and probe the darkness, Floyd | trying to grab the conch shell. Ouch! Something bit you! Or maybe Floyd | pinched you. Either way, you jerk your hand free and examine it. Floyd | Fortunately, whatever it was didn't break the skin. It occurs to you Floyd | to find some way to lure the crab out. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "No crow bar, just the strap?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "maybe the rope?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It was a very big rope." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | You see a crowbar and a white rubber strap, lying in the sand. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You take the white rubber strap and the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "What about getting line from the old man?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then Floyd | dematerializes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a strapless pair Floyd | of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a broken stave here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the crowbar and the white rubber strap to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rope" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | You see a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any Floyd | lower. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You try, but the coarse rope is too thick to be knotted around the Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | The old man's mind must have been wandering. He jerks suddenly back Floyd | to attention, evidently the result of a tug on his line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x line" | ||||
Floyd | It looks like 40lb test. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about line" | ||||
Floyd | He shrugs his cast iron shoulders. "Not much to say about it, Floyd | youngster." Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a whopper of a fish, which he tosses into the Floyd | bucket by his feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man for line" | ||||
Floyd | He twangs the active line to check for tautness. "Sorry youngster, Floyd | can't spare any line today." Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls a flask from his pocket and takes a hearty swig. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take money" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better just leave it in your pocket. Floyd | Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new Floyd | lure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about flask" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "flask". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "buy line from man" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | [TADS-1026: wrong number of arguments to user function "<NO SYMBOL Floyd | TABLE>.<NO SYMBOL TABLE>"] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh wow." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Didn't expect that." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I want to retie the rope to the wire frame, then try pulling it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Go for it." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w.w.w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | greater pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a loose brick, a strapless pair of goggles, an Floyd | antique bottle, a cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, and a white rubber Floyd | strap here. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the shrimp to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se. e. e. e." | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel. Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking Floyd | away over the beach. Floyd | Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | Something unseen brushes by your waist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), and a length of rope. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself north with a heart pumping butterfly stroke. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep Floyd | slope. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to trap" | ||||
Floyd | You try to tie the length of rope to the busted trap, but find it Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull trap" | ||||
Floyd | Pulling the busted trap doesn't have any effect. Floyd | Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting Floyd | off waves of panic. You can control yourself no longer! Instinct Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface. Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface. You Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air. After a few Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your Floyd | pounding veins. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep Floyd | slope. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig mud" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any mud here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trap" | ||||
Floyd | It's a rough box made of wooden slats and chicken wire. There's a Floyd | gaping hole in one face, where something has punched through the wire Floyd | and splintered the surrounding slats. Apparently, it's a busted up Floyd | lobster trap. Needless to say, the trap is empty. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep Floyd | slope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take trap" | ||||
Floyd | You give the trap a tentative yank, but it's buried too deeply in the Floyd | face of the slope to come free. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep Floyd | slope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig slope" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "slope". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to trap" | ||||
Floyd | You try to tie the length of rope to the busted trap, but find it Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You try to tie the length of rope to the busted trap, but find it Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents. Floyd | Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting Floyd | off waves of panic. You can control yourself no longer! Instinct Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface. Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface. You Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air. After a few Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your Floyd | pounding veins. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Hm. Should I not have untied it to begin with?" | |||
| DavidW says, "no. More likely I have the wrong idea." | ||||
| DavidW says, "We can try to work on the other puzzle." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w." | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Well, I don't think we can, because we need that conch shell, right?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | Something brushes your shoulder. You pivot, instinctively, just in Floyd | time to see a gull sweep past your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a loose brick, a strapless pair of goggles, an Floyd | antique bottle, a cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, a white rubber Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop rope" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the length of rope to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a scuba mask (being worn). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take brick" | ||||
Floyd | You rock the brick back and forth and manage to get your fingers under Floyd | it. Oof! It's heavy! It takes both hands to carry it, and the Floyd | muscles in your lower back protest as you straighten up. You'd better Floyd | decide where you want to go now, because you won't be able to carry it Floyd | for too long. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Brick in hands, you stagger up the concrete ramp. It's a good thing Floyd | the ramp was there, as you doubt you could have carried the brick up Floyd | all those stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | Your arms and shoulders feel a bit sore from carrying the weight of Floyd | the brick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You stagger out of the shady pavilion and onto the long pier. The Floyd | weight of the brick makes the lengthy pier look even longer than Floyd | usual. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | You let the brick hang lower, and it relieves the soreness in your Floyd | arms a bit, but your lower back strains as it's forced to pick up the Floyd | slack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You stagger into the shade of the small shelter, brick still in hands. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | Your hands are starting to cramp from clutching the brick, and your Floyd | lower back is in agony, forcing you to bend over almost double. Floyd | Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new Floyd | lure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | Not while you're carrying that brick. Floyd | Floyd | Finally, you can carry the brick no more. It bangs to the ground with Floyd | a loud, scraping thud that you feel in the soles of your feet, and Floyd | narrowly misses your toes. Relieved of the brick's weight, you Floyd | quickly straighten up. All your aching body parts cry out in relief. Floyd | You flex your hands to loosen them up, then plant them at your sides Floyd | and bend backwards until you feel your spine crack. Ahh! Floyd | Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take brick" | ||||
Floyd | You rock the brick back and forth and manage to get your fingers under Floyd | it. Oof! It's heavy! It takes both hands to carry it, and the Floyd | muscles in your lower back protest as you straighten up. You'd better Floyd | decide where you want to go now, because you won't be able to carry it Floyd | for too long. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dive" | ||||
Floyd | You try to dig a hole to China, but don't get very far. Floyd | Floyd | Your arms and shoulders feel a bit sore from carrying the weight of Floyd | the brick. Floyd | Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing. The old man jerks in surprise Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | If you want to jump off the pier, you should say so. Otherwise, there Floyd | is no way down. Floyd | Floyd | You let the brick hang lower, and it relieves the soreness in your Floyd | arms a bit, but your lower back strains as it's forced to pick up the Floyd | slack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls a flask from his pocket and takes a hearty swig. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off pier" | ||||
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you set the brick on the Floyd | railing and then climb over, coming to rest on the outside of the Floyd | railing with your heels hanging over open air. Suddenly, you realize Floyd | you won't be able to turn around while carrying the brick. You Floyd | swallow and resign yourself to going off backwards. A trembling spasm Floyd | flits through your calves as you raise the brick. You count three, Floyd | take a deep breath, and... jump! You fall fast and hit the water, Floyd | hard, with your face, throwing spray everywhere. The weight of the Floyd | brick drags you down fast, faster. You fall down and down alongside Floyd | an enormous dropping slope, and the water turns cold around you while Floyd | the pressure pierces your ears with shards of glass. You throw back Floyd | your head and howl in pain, losing most of your air in a glittering Floyd | swarm of bubbles, and still you fall into darkness. But below you is Floyd | a speck of light, and even as you fall from the sunlight, this new Floyd | light gives you hope. It grows as the sun diminishes, and though it Floyd | gives off no warmth, it cheers you slightly. The barbed pain in your Floyd | ears subsides. You fall further and further, and finally, you hit Floyd | bottom with a dull thud that raises a cloud of mud. When the mud Floyd | clears you find you've somehow lost track of the brick. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into... the huge staring eye Floyd | of an enormous octopus! Floyd | Floyd | Your lungs are almost empty of air after your long descent. You can Floyd | already feel burning tendrils of pain spreading through your chest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "huh" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Should we save?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter data file to store: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't remember what to do next, but I think there's a diving bell here for air somewhere." | |||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "pinch eye" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pinch". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x octopus" | ||||
Floyd | You examine the 'octopus' more closely. You can see now that it's Floyd | nothing more than a rusty old diving bell. But it really does look Floyd | like an enormous octopus stretching up from the ocean floor. Its Floyd | rusting, barnacle encrusted head is supported by four thin, stilted Floyd | tentacles which disappear into the swirling sands. Completing the Floyd | illusion are a pair of plate sized eyes, which stare at you with Floyd | shining intensity while producing the light that lured you so deep. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell" | ||||
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air Floyd | filled chamber. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus' Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell. Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve. By some miracle of good Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air. Several thick round Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths. A surprising amount of light Floyd | passes through them from the outside. Floyd | Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look through porthole" | ||||
Floyd | You glance out the porthole expecting to see little more than muck and Floyd | murk. Instead, you're confronted with a breathtaking vision. The Floyd | stygian depths have parted to permit a single powerful beam of Floyd | sunlight, which illuminates a scene of startling beauty. The ocean Floyd | floor beyond the portholes is grown over with a coral reef that swarms Floyd | with a kaleidoscopic variety of life. Brain coral sprout like fungi, Floyd | their convoluted folds home to tiny, salmon colored shrimp. Larger Floyd | crustaceans are visible here and there, hiding in shadow as they wait Floyd | for their unwary prey. Schools of fish swarm in great prismatic Floyd | clouds, their pale bellies reflecting tiny bursts of light as they Floyd | wheel and twirl. Fluted ivory branches climb surface ward, reaching Floyd | like grasping fingers for the silver fish that dart among them. And Floyd | presiding over all like the kings of yore are great purple sea fans, Floyd | which wave majestically in the currents as if bestowing grace upon Floyd | their radiant subjects. Floyd | Floyd | Discovering all this at such great depth and so far north is nothing Floyd | short of miraculous. You'd almost forgotten the pleasant thrill of Floyd | finding beauty in unexpected places. It starts you thinking about Floyd | work again, in particular the way it dulls your interest in searching Floyd | for wonder. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling skittish. "Could I really do this?" is what you're Floyd | asking yourself. You've unconsciously begun tallying your savings. Floyd | You've even got the beginnings of a resignation letter going in the Floyd | back of your mind. If only you had a couple more arguments to put Floyd | your mind at rest. Floyd | Floyd | You notice that the mud beneath the coral seems oddly level. In fact, Floyd | one patch in particular doesn't look like mud at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search patch" | ||||
Floyd | The patch of level surface is too far away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x patch" | ||||
Floyd | You pier out through the scratched glass straining for more detail. Floyd | Eyes squinting, tongue poking through teeth in concentration, you can Floyd | just make out some sort of pattern hidden beneath the mud... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move mud" | ||||
Floyd | You can't move the mud. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search patch" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern" | ||||
Floyd | Unfortunately, you can't make much out through the mud. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean mud" | ||||
Floyd | You have no way to secure yourself, which makes moving the mud a Floyd | difficult process. But you scrape it away industriously, waving it Floyd | off in large swathes. The mud rises, clouding the surrounding water, Floyd | but the pattern becomes slightly clearer. You can just make out a Floyd | single black footprint. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x footprint" | ||||
Floyd | You can just make out what appears to be a black footprint. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell" | ||||
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air Floyd | filled chamber. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus' Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell. Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve. By some miracle of good Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air. Several thick round Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths. Sadly, all is dark beyind Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision. Floyd | Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x footprint" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any footprint here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "patch" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x patch" | ||||
Floyd | You pier out through the scratched glass straining for more detail. Floyd | Eyes squinting, tongue poking through teeth in concentration, you can Floyd | just make out some sort of pattern hidden beneath the mud... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x footprint" | ||||
Floyd | You can just make out what appears to be a black footprint. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on footprint" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to stand on the obscured pattern. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell" | ||||
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air Floyd | filled chamber. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus' Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell. Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve. By some miracle of good Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air. Several thick round Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths. Sadly, all is dark beyind Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision. Floyd | Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean pattern" | ||||
Floyd | You continue waving mud from the pattern, further clouding the water. Floyd | You manage to uncover a second footprint, and a curved line connecting Floyd | them both. Floyd | Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "It occurs to me that once again we're missing out on the special status line" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Oh, there's a special status line?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | At last you can make out the pattern. It's a dance diagram. There Floyd | can be no doubt. Black footprints connected by swooping lines Floyd | describe an intricate dance step. A sudden burst of recognition hits Floyd | you. This flat surface must be a chunk of the original Tybrisa Floyd | Pavilion! You wish you could tell what dance was being described Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "Mood status, basically" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell" | ||||
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air Floyd | filled chamber. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus' Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell. Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve. By some miracle of good Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air. Several thick round Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths. Sadly, all is dark beyind Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision. Floyd | Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern" | ||||
Floyd | It's a dance step diagram, inscribed on what must be a piece of the Floyd | old Tybrisa pavilion dance floor. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | You can't dance in the water, but you do manage a provocative wiggle. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell" | ||||
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air Floyd | filled chamber. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus' Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell. Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve. By some miracle of good Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air. Several thick round Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths. Sadly, all is dark beyind Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision. Floyd | Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hahaha provocative wiggle" | |||
| DavidW says, "I think we've done all we can here." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Well, we solved that puzzle, right?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "we probably want to 'dance' in the pavilion now." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Right." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Is it just you and I playing?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think so." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I need to go soon, but will be back in three hours." | ||||
| Tale says, "Me watching." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Do you want to finish then?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "sure. That's fine." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Since you slept in this morning." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Tale), "That okay? You can 'watch' the transcript tomorrow." | ||||
| Tale says, "...that way I'll..." | ||||
| Tale says, "Good day, everone-" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Mmkay. I'll save as CF5, and meet you back here in about three hours." | ||||
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| Jacqueline asks, "So, just leave the 'Octopus' and swim up?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah." | ||||
| DavidW says, "We have our save point there if there's anything more there, but I don't think so." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "True." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "leave octopus" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope. The cold and Floyd | pressure are intense. Judging by the dim light, you must be many Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep Floyd | without any diving equipment. An enticing beam of light in these Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long Floyd | disused diving bell. The porthole only reflects the single, powerful Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth. Floyd | You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of Floyd | the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bends" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bends". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heehee" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Seriously." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, I forgot. Holes dug in the sand stay around." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a Floyd | cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, a white rubber strap, a shrimp, and a Floyd | length of rope here. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | You set your feet to the dance hall floor and follow the steps you Floyd | learned from the old, sunken diagram. You begin with clumsy feet, but Floyd | become more proficient as you rehearse. As you dance around the Floyd | pavilion, a strange thing happens. Ghostly figures begin to join you Floyd | - a small few at first, but growing in number. You can see them Floyd | becoming more substantial as they spin and whirl in their gossamer Floyd | wing tips and slippers. Petticoats twirl about you as the ladies Floyd | wearing them prance and pirouette, lead by gentlemen in high collared, Floyd | pin striped suits. You glance around at the revelers surrounding you, Floyd | only to notice that the pavilion has undergone a transformation of its Floyd | own. Where once everything was dull grey cement, you now find rough Floyd | wooden planks painted with a variety of dance step diagrams. The Floyd | pavilion has also shrunken considerably. Colorful banners light up the Floyd | otherwise gloomy rafters. Your examination is interrupted when Floyd | someone taps your shoulder. You whirl to find a partner inviting you Floyd | to join in the revelry. Following your new partner's lead, you swing Floyd | and sway to the spirited notes of a lively jazz band. The music plays Floyd | on for what seems like hours, but you never tire, even when the sun Floyd | descends in the west. As the sky grows dark, attendants set out paper Floyd | lanterns which bring a fiery glow to the festivities. You continue to Floyd | dance through song after song, frequently trading partners until Floyd | you're giddy and slicked with sweat. Eventually, though, the ball Floyd | begins to wind down. The musicians belt out one final, powerful Floyd | number. Afterwards, they pack away their instruments. The lights dim Floyd | as the attendants blow out the paper lanterns one by one and the Floyd | dancers slowly crowd toward the exit. As they leave the pavilion, the Floyd | ethereal dancers fade back into the past. The musicians go too, soon Floyd | followed by the attendants with their paper lanterns. Floyd | Floyd | In a few bare moments everyone is gone, and you notice that the Floyd | pavilion has reverted back to grey cement. Though hours seemed to Floyd | have passed while you danced, the sun is still just where you recall Floyd | seeing it prior to this latest vision. Floyd | Floyd | You feel like beating your chest in wild excitement. Ahh! What an Floyd | incredible reminder of the joy of expression! In fact, it gets you to Floyd | thinking about work again, particularly the way it crushes all your Floyd | creative output and turns it into predigested pap for unintelligent Floyd | clients. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling excited. "Yes, I could really do this!" you exclaim. Floyd | You've got plenty of money in the bank. And to heck with your Floyd | employers! What have they ever really done for you? You're teetering Floyd | right on the brink of decision. If only you had one more argument to Floyd | set your resolve. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Whoa" | |||
| DavidW says, "I'll wait a bit to let that digest." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm done." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Not exactly a score as such, but... Floyd | Floyd | - The castle builders have revitalized your waning belief in a world Floyd | full of wondrous novelty. Floyd | - Your sunset vision has reawakened your appreciation for the beauty Floyd | of the mundane. Floyd | - Your strange kidnapping experience has rewarded you with the Floyd | treasures of life and freedom. Floyd | - The coral reef has shown you that beauty may be found in unexpected Floyd | places. Floyd | - The ghostly dancers have reminded you of the ineluctable joy of Floyd | creative expression. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling excited. "Yes, I could really do this!" you exclaim. Floyd | You've got plenty of money in the bank. And to heck with your Floyd | employers! What have they ever really done for you? You're teetering Floyd | right on the brink of decision. If only you had one more argument to Floyd | set your resolve. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Sounds like one more big puzzle." | |||
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a Floyd | cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, a white rubber strap, a shrimp, and a Floyd | length of rope here. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp, crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | The shrimp: Taken. Floyd | The crowbar: You take the white rubber strap and the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hm. We've never used the rope anywhere yet." | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "hm". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ilac" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "ilac". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Heh. I didn't even realized you'd mischannelled!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rope" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Maybe the old man is gone and we can get some fishing line?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. maybe." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it Floyd | back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fountain" | ||||
Floyd | It's a waist high silver cabinet with a metal basin on top, just like Floyd | all the other fountains you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Nah." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in basin" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing in the drinking fountain. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on fountain" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the handle, but nothing happens. Perhaps the water main has Floyd | been shut off for the night. Floyd | Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing. The old man jerks in surprise Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "You'd think with as much line as he breaks, we could find a couple feet of it." | |||
| DavidW says, "only after he leaves." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | greater pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "perhaps we need to give him the right lure." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x boiler" | ||||
Floyd | The metal appliance is an industrial sized boiler, which looks rather Floyd | similar to a deep fryer. Basically, it consists of a deep metal pan Floyd | resting on a foundation of electric heating coils. Handles on either Floyd | side of the pan suggest that it can be detached from the base. A thin Floyd | metal bar girdles the lip of the tray, reinforcing the frame, and a Floyd | hinged lid lies flat on top, anchored to the metal bar with a sturdy Floyd | clamp which the vendor attached before leaving for the night. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x counter" | ||||
Floyd | The snack bar carries the usual variety of foods and beverages, though Floyd | none of these are in evidence. Apparently, the vendor has locked up Floyd | for the night. Empty shelves line the wall behind the counter, and Floyd | presumably there are more shelves beneath the counter. A prominently Floyd | placed sign advertises boiled peanuts, something you've come to think Floyd | of as a particularly southern delicacy. Just behind the counter is a Floyd | closed metal boiler, its metal lid held firmly in place by a strong Floyd | metal clamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under counter" | ||||
Floyd | The narrow space beneath the counter is deep in shadow. You can't Floyd | make out anything of interest, and it's unlikely that you could Floyd | retrieve anything anyway. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search counter" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind counter" | ||||
Floyd | The only thing of obvious interest is the industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I would ask why we need in the boiler, except motivation for puzzles hasn't been too clear anywhere else in the game, so." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You try to pull the clamp off with your bare hands, but it's anchored Floyd | too securely. There must be some trick to getting it off. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I know it's possible. Maybe it's not necessary." | |||
| Ghogg says, "the game motivation seems to be 'do stuff'" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry clamp with crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You put the other stuff you were carrying on the counter to free your Floyd | hands. Then you slide the metal bar beneath the clamp and apply Floyd | pressure. Getting no immediate results, you push harder on the bar. Floyd | It bites into the soft flesh of your palms as you strain to force the Floyd | clamp. Suddenly, instead of the clamp giving way, the lid's hinges Floyd | shear off with a violent wrenching sound. Free of the lid's Floyd | resistance, you go lunging forward and almost fall from your feet. Floyd | The clamp pops off with a metallic twang and clatters to the floor Floyd | where it disappears beneath the counter. Simultaneously, the lid Floyd | flies off and goes sailing away over the railing like a big, square, Floyd | metallic frisbee. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "But the phrase 'The only thing of obvious interest is the industrial boiler.' makes me think it might matter." | |||
| DavidW says, "lid went over the railing." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in boiler" | ||||
Floyd | It appears to be empty. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x speck" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "speck". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "All our other stuff is on the counter, before we go." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under counter" | ||||
Floyd | The narrow space beneath the counter is deep in shadow. You can't Floyd | make out anything of interest, and it's unlikely that you could Floyd | retrieve anything anyway. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take clamp" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any clamp here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Sitting on the snack bar is a shrimp and a length of rope. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "boil shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "boil". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the shrimp in the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, maybe we need the sieve" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The brick faced enclosure blocks your way. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Poor shrimp." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, perhaps." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a sieve, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a Floyd | cork, and a broken stave here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the shrimp in the sieve. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put sieve in boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the sieve in the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "The elderly people don't even wave at us this time... after they saved our life and stuff." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Snobs.'" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the knob to the 'On' position. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hm. We probably need water too, eh?" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "hm". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the knob back to the 'Off' position. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Probably." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and Floyd | a broken stave here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Shower water?" | |||
| DavidW says, "nah, salt water's fine." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "okay" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I just remembered we missed something entirely." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You rattle the glass door of the Marine Center, but find it locked. A Floyd | sign inside the door explains that the center is only open from 10am Floyd | to 2pm. However, beside the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving Floyd | bell. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x center" | ||||
Floyd | The Tybee Island Marine Center is closed. A notice inside the glass Floyd | door informs you that its hours are 10am to 2pm. Through the door you Floyd | can see posters displaying various local sea life, and through a dark Floyd | passage, you can just barely make out several glass tanks. Outside Floyd | the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving bell. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "we can't get into the center, but I thought we should at least notice it's there." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x posters" | ||||
Floyd | The Tybee Island Marine Center is closed. A notice inside the glass Floyd | door informs you that its hours are 10am to 2pm. Through the door you Floyd | can see posters displaying various local sea life, and through a dark Floyd | passage, you can just barely make out several glass tanks. Outside Floyd | the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving bell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your Floyd | waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into Floyd | deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle, white crested wave laps past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill bottle with water" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the antique bottle with salt water from the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Aw, I was hoping we could read about the red herring on the posters!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w.w.sw" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e. s" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour water into boiler" | ||||
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "salt" | ||||
Floyd | The amount of water in the antique bottle is hardly enough even to Floyd | cover the bottom of the pan. You decide not to bother. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "phooey" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "huh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think the shrimp is for the crab." | ||||
| DavidW says, "hm" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes. I'm certain it is. I was trying to rememeber this extra bit, though." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "hm?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I can't remember if the lid can be found or not." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, we could go look - shouldn't be far from where we found the key." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n.w" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel. Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking Floyd | away over the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Storage Area Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room. But for the open gate in the Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube. Against the rear wall is Floyd | a large bin full of used paper products. Next to that is a plain Floyd | looking utility table over which is hung a peg board. Floyd | You see a steel key, a treasure map, and a shingle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bin" | ||||
Floyd | It's a waist high wooden bin. It seems to be full of used paper Floyd | products. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bin" | ||||
Floyd | You root through heaps of sticky ice cream wrappers and popsicle Floyd | sticks, but find nothing useful or appealing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push bin east" | ||||
Floyd | You dig your feet into the floor and heave, but the bin is just too Floyd | heavy to move. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Under Pavilion Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by Floyd | massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small Floyd | storage area to the west. Floyd | You see an aluminum recycling canister here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Great dunes of sand, piled up against the pillars supporting the Floyd | pavilion, block your exit in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think the lid can be found." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm, perhaps not." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I am amazed that the dragon has not yet been washed away in the surf." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So, we need that other shell." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And the crab can see us." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah. But how." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Maybe we're supposed to make it so the crab can't see us." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I suppose we could try to 'fish' from above it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "hm." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, an antique Floyd | bottle (containing salt water), and a shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "I'm not sure how - do you have a Plan?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie shrimp to white strap" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the shrimp, joining Floyd | the crowbar to the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fish" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dangle shrimp in water" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "dangle". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in water" | ||||
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the crowbar. The Floyd | strap sinks beneath the surface and disappears into the murky water Floyd | along with the shrimp and the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "aw" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "okay. I have another idea." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better do something with one of the items you're carrying first. Floyd | You'll need at least one hand free to swim. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Can we unbraid the rope?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, an antique Floyd | bottle (containing salt water), and a shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The crowbar is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the antique bottle to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The ocean muck oozes through your fingers, but there doesn't seem to Floyd | be anything hidden beneath it. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself north with a heart pumping butterfly stroke. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep Floyd | slope. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry trap with crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You realize the futility of trying to pry open the busted trap with Floyd | the crowbar. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "darn" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and Floyd | finally, just when you don't think you're going to make it, you break Floyd | the surface. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your lungs with Floyd | the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yes, darn." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unbraid" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "unbraid". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, and a Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The crowbar is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, duh." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I was thinking unbraid=undo. heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'm wondering if it's okay to loose the white strap and crowbar now" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Wait." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "No. Just the crowbar." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "or can we tie the shrimp to our wrist?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Then release the shrimp, but with the strap still attached." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Then we yank the shrimp and the attached crab out!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And we will be victorious!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "try it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "oh. Okay." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove strap from crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene Floyd | strap? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "white" | ||||
Floyd | You try to untie the white rubber strap from the crowbar, but find it Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove white strap from crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the crowbar, separating it from Floyd | the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a white rubber strap, a shrimp, and a Floyd | crowbar. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The white rubber strap waves in the current, anchored to the Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better do something with one of the items you're carrying first. Floyd | You'll need at least one hand free to swim. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the crowbar to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "s" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah, thanks." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The dim light and pulsing waves both serve to confound your sense of Floyd | direction. Nevertheless, you kick off in what you believe to be the Floyd | right direction. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "there's your 'red fish'" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh. Yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Wait... Sorry, didn't map the underwater bits. Where is the white rock and crab?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "still south" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The dim light and pulsing waves both serve to confound your sense of Floyd | direction. Nevertheless, you kick off in what you believe to be the Floyd | right direction. Floyd | Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You glide to the south with a smooth breast stroke. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You're too deep in the trench." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Dive here?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You plop down into the shallow water and let the gentle waves knock Floyd | against your shoulders. The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes Floyd | contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle wave rides up the slope of your back as you sit in the Floyd | shallow water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | (Getting off of the ground first.) Floyd | Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yay. Thanks." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "release shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "release". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap and the shrimp. They disappear Floyd | towards the murky bottom. Floyd | Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "f give shrimp to crab" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Ack." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab" | ||||
Floyd | "Hmm..." you think to yourself, "...maybe I can lure the crab out Floyd | with a tasty treat." You give yourself a little pat on the back for Floyd | your cleverness. Floyd | Floyd | You lower the shrimp toward the fissure, but a nagging voice in the Floyd | back of your mind suggests that you might never see the white rubber Floyd | strap again. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "darn nagging voice" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "hm" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap and the shrimp. The strap sinks Floyd | beneath the surface and disappears into the murky water along with the Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The ocean muck oozes through your fingers, but there doesn't seem to Floyd | be anything hidden beneath it. Floyd | Floyd | A big wave must have broken somewhere above you. You can feel the Floyd | dull percussion of it throughout your body. Floyd | Floyd | The crab sends forth one probing eye stalk, then hastily withdraws it. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "uh, did you lose our stuff?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So it's gone. So that's not it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I was hoping the shrimp would be caught as it floated past the crab." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a scuba mask (being worn). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a white rubber strap, and a shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The white rubber strap waves in the current, anchored to the Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, got it." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Next idea?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Since we, sadly, are not victorious(!)?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to me" | ||||
Floyd | You try to tie the white rubber strap to you, but find it difficult to Floyd | summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to me" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to your wrist, joining Floyd | the shrimp to your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges past, wetting you up to the waist and Floyd | nearly toppling you from your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab" | ||||
Floyd | Not while the shrimp is joined to your wrist by the white rubber Floyd | strap. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "sigh" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Good try." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "The rope?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "The rope is too coarse." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Or ask the fisherman about how to catch crabs?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We have another option." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Oh?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "The other strap." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "The BLACK one." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't see why it would make a difference." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, might be less visible or something." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay. I need to step away for about sixty seconds. Give that a try. brb." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | You see an antique bottle, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove mask" | ||||
Floyd | You strip the mask off of your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove neoprene" | ||||
Floyd | You're not wearing the black neoprene strap! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take neoprene" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, it's an integral part of the mask. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take neoprene strap from mask" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, it's an integral part of the mask. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear mask" | ||||
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head. It Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "back" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, damn." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | The antique bottle: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "maybe tie the strap to the rope?!" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm. Sounds complimicated programming-wise, but perhaps." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a shrimp, a white rubber strap, and an Floyd | antique bottle (containing salt water). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The shrimp hangs from your wrist by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The rope's back at the path" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, was just checking." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | The gulls battle among themselves for dominance over the temporary Floyd | food supply. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, where's the rope?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "find rope" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "find". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| DavidW says, "I guess we dropped it somewhere." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, there aren't that many locales." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Maybe the end of the pier?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | You see a clam shell here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shell" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it Floyd | back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about crabs" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "crabs". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about crab" | ||||
Floyd | The old man scuffs his heavy shoes against the cement floor, but makes Floyd | no reply. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any Floyd | lower. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tackle box" | ||||
Floyd | The tackle box is a grownup's toychest full of colorful lures, shiny Floyd | bobs, and dull metal weights. Floyd | Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing. The old man jerks in surprise Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about fishing." | ||||
Floyd | He beams uncharacteristically. "'Relda and the kids picked it out for Floyd | my birthday." Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about tackle box" | ||||
Floyd | He glances at the box and beams uncharacteristically. "My grandkids Floyd | got it for me last Christmas." Floyd | Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about lures" | ||||
Floyd | He glances at the box and beams uncharacteristically. "My grandkids Floyd | got it for me last Christmas." Floyd | Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to Floyd | himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about cigarette" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "cigarette". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about why is worthless and not helping us in our crazy quests" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "why". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sneak up on man" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "sneak". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick bucket" | ||||
Floyd | The old man spots you reaching for his pail and fires off a Floyd | smouldering glower that burns straight through the center of your Floyd | forehead. Floyd | Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, well, at least I found the clam shell up here. Now we should look elsewhere." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | greater pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah. there it is" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take rope" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yes!" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||
Floyd | It's a short, stout section of rope, about half as long as you are Floyd | tall and two thumb widths thick. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | DavidW asks, "'a length of rope'. Is that a length of 6 inches or 6 feet?" | |||
Floyd | The length of rope isn't attached to anything. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove white strap from me" | ||||
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from your wrist, separating it from Floyd | the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. I guess 3 feet, based on that description." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, it says it's half as long as we are tall" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tie rope to white strap" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the rope and the strap together, but you sense that it serves Floyd | no purpose, so you untie them. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "aw" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove shrimp from strap" | ||||
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene Floyd | strap? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "white" | ||||
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tie shrimp to rope" | ||||
Floyd | You try, but the coarse rope is too thick to be knotted around the Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ritualistically kill shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "ritualistically". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hubbahubba thong guy" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "snrk" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I just can't figure out why the guy is also weaing a bikini." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "But, y'know, living in Alaska I'm always out of swimwear fashion." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter data file to store: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm sure it's a monokini." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "ah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So, I'm going to go find a snack in the kitchen and meditate on this for a second. Be right back. (No clue what to try next, but will think of something)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ok" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Back with a lacklustre snack." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Any ideas?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "well. Maybe 'undo' isn't our friend here. I think we should give a shrimp to the crab gratis, and see if that changes things." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Ooh- okay." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "You may have a very good point." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "TAME THE CRAB" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), an antique bottle (containing salt water), a Floyd | clam shell, a length of rope, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n.w" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all but mask and shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | The antique bottle: You toss the antique bottle to the ground. Floyd | The clam shell: You toss the clam shell to the ground. Floyd | The length of rope: You toss the length of rope to the ground. Floyd | The white rubber strap: You toss the white rubber strap to the Floyd | ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "My snack of carrots dipped in fancy mustard isn't panning out well. Let us hope that the shrimp snack works better." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yay toddler" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e.e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab" | ||||
Floyd | You release the shrimp. Free of your grip, it darts immediately Floyd | toward the dark fissure in the rock. With surprising speed, the crab Floyd | comes to life and goes after it. The chase is brief, and shortly the Floyd | crab retreats to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw. Hmm. If Floyd | only you had some way of holding on to the shrimp. You release the Floyd | shrimp. Free of your grip, it darts immediately toward the dark Floyd | fissure in the rock. With surprising speed, the crab comes to life Floyd | and goes after it. The chase is brief, and shortly the crab retreats Floyd | to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw. Hmm. If only you had Floyd | some way of holding on to the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "That double message is probably a bug." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "yes" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "but maybe this sets a toggle PlayerKnowsThatShrimpLineNeeded or something." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "See, it didn't leave." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, yes it did." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I read it wrong. Damn." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fissure" | ||||
Floyd | It's a deep, dark crevice cut in the rock.You can just make out the Floyd | tip of the conch shell hidden in it. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "let's get another shrimp" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes, we know we need one." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for Floyd | no apparent reason. After a moment or two, they revert to their Floyd | original decibel level. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, a broken stave, an Floyd | antique bottle, a clam shell, a length of rope, and a white rubber Floyd | strap here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | You see a shrimp here. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x fish" | ||||
Floyd | A couple of flounder and some grouper, but mostly a bunch of red Floyd | herring. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "watch man" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "watch". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | He looks like he just stepped out of a Hemingway novel. He stares out Floyd | to sea, lantern jaw thrust defiantly forward, stony countenance Floyd | unbroken by any hint of emotion, while the evening breeze tousles his Floyd | iron gray hair. He wears a rumpled blue shirt, brown canvas slacks, Floyd | and heavy boots. The cuffs of his shirt are rolled up to the elbows, Floyd | revealing forearms of corded steel. Powerful hands, scarred times Floyd | beyond measure, anchor a rod no more rigid than themselves. Floyd | Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked. Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks Floyd | the surface! But victory is short lived. The line snaps and the old Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to Floyd | himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, it's already here? I missed that, sorry." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to man" | ||||
Floyd | The old man's head turns towards you as if driven by archaic Floyd | machinery. You can almost hear the gears groaning. He stares at you Floyd | expressionlessly for a long, embarrassing moment that drags on Floyd | interminably. Finally, his eyes dismiss you with a nearly Floyd | imperceptible flicker before beginning the long return voyage out to Floyd | sea. Floyd | Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to Floyd | himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "That was an odd bit of text." | |||
| DavidW says, "Animatronics." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about job" | ||||
Floyd | You don't know of any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new Floyd | lure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give rope to man" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any rope here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take tackle" | ||||
Floyd | The old man spots you reaching for his tackle box and fires off a Floyd | smouldering glower that burns straight through the center of your Floyd | forehead. Floyd | Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about lobster trap" | ||||
Floyd | The old man frowns, but says nothing. Floyd | Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Maybe we should get those mites to light the man's cigarette for him." | |||
| DavidW says, "heh. We have no way of bringing those here." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, perhaps that's not it, then." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Can we rig a trap? I guess we don't have time to." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'm hoping it wasn't a bug to let you untie the rope from the trap" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Like, put the shrimp under the sieve which is propped up on one side with a crowbar that we yank out with the white strap." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, we could go to an old save and see, but I wouldn't think that'd be - hm, I guess it could be a bug. I'm not too familiar with programming in ropes." | ||||
| DavidW says, "You'd have to lure the crab out of the water first to do that sieve propping." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Ropes are one of the more difficult IF programming exercises." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm - probably right. Too much current." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (regarding ropes), "Yeah, so I've read, but I've never tried them." | Jacqueline says (regarding ropes), "Yeah, so I've read, but I've never tried them." | |||
| DavidW says, "I had a taste of rope-coding for Fox Dragon Bread. That puzzle with the dragon." | ||||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||||
| DavidW says, "I had to code up two different nails." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm, hm, hm. Must think." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Stir up mud so crab can't see us?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Try it!" | ||||
| inky asks, "holy crap, you guys aren't still playing, are you?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "we took a break" | ||||
| DavidW says, "but we're stuck with the almost last puzzle" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "I went and taught yoga, and we resumed three hours later." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack. Floyd | Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to Floyd | himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "So, yes and no." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The railing prevents you from walking off the pier. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off south railing" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | If you want to jump off the pier, just say so. Otherwise, there is no Floyd | way down. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off pier" | ||||
Floyd | You climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're Floyd | standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over Floyd | empty space. You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and... jump! Floyd | The ground rushes up faster than you could have imagined. It seems Floyd | you've only just jumped when wham! Your feet hit the ground with a Floyd | stinging impact that sends you sprawling forwards into the sand. You Floyd | lie, stunned, for several moments. After a time the stinging fades Floyd | from your feet, if not from your memory, and you climb back to a Floyd | vertical position. You seem to have lost one of your posessions in Floyd | the fall. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a snail shell, and a shrimp, Floyd | lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), and a shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stir mud" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "stir". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mud" | ||||
Floyd | The mud covers all of the ocean floor. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks (of inky), "Are you an experienced crabber?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move mud" | ||||
Floyd | You can't move the mud. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "many people have commented on my crabby nature" | |||
| inky arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | DavidW says, "The mud idea isn't working." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "what are you guys trying to do?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm, no." | ||||
| inky says, "(also, does DavidW remember how to play this and is just playing along?)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "get rid of the crab long enough to get the conch shell from the underwater fissure." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of inky), "So, if someone you were afraid of wanted to give you a shrimp, how would they do it without scaring you?" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| DavidW says (to inky), "I can't remember how we solved this part." | ||||
| inky asks, "drop it?" | ||||
| inky asks, "or does it just swim away then?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, okay." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'll admit we can give the shrimp to the crab." | ||||
| inky asks, "alternately, maybe you really do have to put it in a crab trap sort of deal?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of inky), "Now pretend if someone you were afraid of wanted to give you a shrimp and use it as bait to catch you and stop your meddling ways; how would they do it without scaring you?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "we tried to get the lobster trap, but couldn't." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, we can't get the lobster trap." | ||||
| inky says, "I would put it under a box propped up with a stick and tie a string to the stick" | ||||
| inky says, "then I would pull the stick away and then due to it being underwater it would take forever to fall" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I suggested that, but there is a current." | ||||
| DavidW says (to inky), "er, the crab's underwater, though." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "heehee" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "we don't have a 'box', do we?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of David), "Should we go to an old save, before I moved the rope, to see if I wasn't supposed to remove the rope?" | ||||
| inky asks, "how about a net?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "no net" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We're just going to have to be daring and do this without a net." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), and a shrimp. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "I think it's worth checking to see if pulling the rope when it's tied to the trap is a good thing." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter data file to store: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf 2" | ||||
Floyd | Restore failed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting Floyd | pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's Floyd | plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to Floyd | allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to Floyd | the north or south. Floyd | A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the Floyd | underside of the pier. Floyd | You see an antique bottle, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "(I'm guessing, of course)." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a pair of goggles (being worn). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), Floyd | and a pair of goggles (being worn). Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb ramp" | ||||
Floyd | With great trepidation, you set one foot on the lowest part of the Floyd | spiral ramp. It supports your weight. You try the other foot. When Floyd | the ramp fails to collapse, you start climbing, slowly, carefully, Floyd | leaning on the nearby towers for support. Thank goodness for the blue Floyd | plastic sheets inlaid in the ramp. Without them, the glassy surface Floyd | would be far too slick to climb. You circle the castle once, twice, Floyd | three times, four, all the while looking nervously up at the needle Floyd | sharp spires. Eventually, the ramp becomes too narrow for you to Floyd | continue any further. But, by bracing one foot against the topmost Floyd | spire and standing on the toes of the other, you can just reach the Floyd | pipes above. You reach for the shining object and... Ahh! Your foot Floyd | glides off the glossy spire and you fall to your behind on the ramp. Floyd | Gravity takes over and sends you sliding down the ramp, rear end Floyd | scraping blue plastic through turn after turn. Finally, you slide Floyd | into the sand at the base of the castle, unharmed. Wow! What a trip! Floyd | Only then do you discover that you succeeded in pulling down the Floyd | reflective object, because you've still got it clenched tightly in Floyd | your white knuckled fist. Floyd | Floyd | You examine the object to discover that you've retrieved a black Floyd | banded scuba mask. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove goggle" | ||||
Floyd | You strip the goggles off of your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear mask" | ||||
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head. It Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Is this far enough back?" | |||
| DavidW says, "probably" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e.e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water) Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies Floyd | nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back Floyd | to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | Half buried in the mud of the steep slope is some sort of wire Floyd | frame construction. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wire" | ||||
Floyd | The construction's function isn't immediately obvious, so you clear Floyd | away some of the mud surrounding it. It turns out to be a rough box Floyd | made of wooden slats and chicken wire. There's a gaping hole in one Floyd | face, where something has punched through the wire and splintered the Floyd | surrounding slats. Apparently, it's a busted up lobster trap. Floyd | Needless to say, the trap is empty. In the process of uncovering the Floyd | trap, you've also revealed a short length of thick rope that's tied to Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they Floyd | rise towards the surface. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | You tug on the length of rope, but nothing happens. Floyd | Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting Floyd | off waves of panic. You can control yourself no longer! Instinct Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface. Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface. You Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air. After a few Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your Floyd | pounding veins. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass. The Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here. Just beyond the Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the Floyd | slope. Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically. Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope. The temperature Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache. You pinch your nose shut with thumb Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending. The amount of sunlight that Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite Floyd | cold. Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting Floyd | through the darkness. Floyd | A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep Floyd | slope. Floyd | You see a length of rope, drifting in the mud. Floyd | The length of rope waves in the current, anchored to the busted Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to me" | ||||
Floyd | The length of rope isn't long enough to join the busted trap to you. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | You tug on the length of rope, but nothing happens. Floyd | Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting Floyd | off waves of panic. You can control yourself no longer! Instinct Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface. Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface. You Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air. After a few Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your Floyd | pounding veins. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We would drown if we tied ourselves to it, methinks." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes, well. I wanted to test for that." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It seems rather busted, too... not sure this is needed, which is good, since we've gotten far beyond this." | ||||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes. We needed to weed that out." | ||||
| inky asks, "what did you end up doing? untying the rope and taking it?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah. And then we couldn't tie it back on. Tying and untying is usually denied underwater." | ||||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| inky asks, "well, generally speaking it's hard to make this game unwinnable, isn't it?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think so." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction. A noise Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x message" | ||||
Floyd | In letters a hand high, someone has written "Here There Be Dragons." Floyd | Beneath that, they've drawn a simple compass rose with an arrow Floyd | pointing to the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | Something brushes your shoulder. You pivot, instinctively, just in Floyd | time to see a gull sweep past your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, a broken stave, an Floyd | antique bottle, a clam shell, a length of rope, and a white rubber Floyd | strap here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cork" | ||||
Floyd | It's stained a dark mahogany color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cork" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a shrimp, and a cork. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take white strap" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to cork" | ||||
Floyd | You can't tie the white rubber strap to the cork. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop cork" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the cork to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick Floyd | path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to stave" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the white rubber strap to the broken stave. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about this cork." | |||
| Tale says, "Just dropped in to check how you're doing." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the shrimp, joining Floyd | the broken stave to the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| DavidW arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "You're awake? You have to go to work or something?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search barrel" | ||||
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft Floyd | drink cups. You don't find anything else of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "Yep, to school." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ah, well, we're two puzzles further than when you last saw us, and only have one puzzle left, but we're stumped right now." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave. Floyd | Together, they fall to the water with a splash and bob lightly on the Floyd | surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | The broken stave starts drifting slowly toward shallower water, towing Floyd | the shrimp behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "man, the simulation in this game is nuts" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | You see a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap, bobbing Floyd | on the waves. Floyd | The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | The broken stave drifts out of reach into shallower water, towing the Floyd | shrimp behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "That was a very good idea." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | Jacqueline asks, "Is there a crab attached yet?" | |||
Floyd | I don't see any stave here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | You see a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap, bobbing Floyd | on the waves. Floyd | The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | The broken stave starts drifting slowly towards shore, towing the Floyd | shrimp behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "don't you have to take it down to crab level?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | You take the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave. Floyd | Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm testing" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few Floyd | yards before coming to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I wanted to be certain this combo floats." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave Floyd | prevents you from going under. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline nods. | |||
| DavidW says, "hmmm" | ||||
| Tale says, "back in 5-6 hours to check how that puzzle is coming." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber Floyd | strap. Floyd | The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your Floyd | passcard. Floyd | The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "snrk" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Have fun at class." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in pocket" | ||||
Floyd | You cram the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave into Floyd | the pocket of your shorts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water. Floyd | Floyd | Underwater, (drifting) Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the Floyd | surface here. The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud Floyd | and fine silt. Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the Floyd | mud like grasping fingers. Dominating the entire area is an enormous Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock. Floyd | Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach. Floyd | Floyd | The crab pops out of the fissure, spots you, and scuttles back in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | You're already carrying the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | The crab pops out of the fissure, spots you, and scuttles back in. Floyd | Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "that's quite a pocket" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | You're already carrying the broken stave. Floyd | Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "you tried putting the shrimp in the fissue, I assume" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| Tale says, "Thanks." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop stave" | ||||
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave. Floyd | Together, they float up to the surface of the water and bob lightly on Floyd | the waves. Floyd | Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence. Unfortunately, it soon Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole. Floyd | Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering Floyd | sunlight above you. Gasping, you break the surface and fill your Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air. Floyd | Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water) Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters Floyd | beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky Floyd | depths. Floyd | You see a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap, bobbing Floyd | on the waves. Floyd | The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap. Floyd | Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily Floyd | sputtering. Floyd | Floyd | The broken stave disappears beneath the waves with a sudden jerk, but Floyd | pops back to the surface only a moment later. Floyd | Floyd | The broken stave starts drifting slowly toward shallower water, towing Floyd | the shell behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Actually... NO." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Try that." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I doubt the pocket is supposed to be used that way." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Try what?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" | ||||
Floyd | You harvest the shell from your simple trap. It proves to be quite Floyd | hefty. The crab has withdrawn deep into the shell's spirals. You tug Floyd | on the rubber strap, and it pulls free with a small snap, leaving the Floyd | strap tied to the broken stave. Floyd | Floyd | You're still admiring your shiny new prize when your eye is caught by Floyd | a tiny motion from above. Your eyes are drawn to the very tip of the Floyd | pier, where the old man is just visible as a small blob of shadow Floyd | against the pale sky. It's hard to tell from here, but he seems to be Floyd | putting his pole away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "uh. It looks like I solved the puzzle via bug." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "huh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I bet there's a right way to weigh down the stave-strap-shrimp combo." | ||||
| inky asks, "what do you mean?" | ||||
| inky says, "it said the stave drops down below the water for a second, then pops up again" | ||||
| inky asks, "doesn't that mean the crab grabbed it?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Cramming it all into the pockets was an obvious bug." | ||||
| inky says, "oh, I see" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shell" | ||||
Floyd | It's a beautiful conch shell, half the size of your head. Nature has Floyd | painted its whorls a luscious, glossy pink, and dotted them with Floyd | subtly toned spots of brown and white. A crab is packed tightly Floyd | inside it, entirely hidden but for one bony claw. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "well, I guess the brick isn't right for this" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "listen to conch" | ||||
Floyd | The conch shell isn't making any noise. Floyd | Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emily arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | DavidW asks, "use the shell, or check on the pier end, now that the fisherman's actually left?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, wait, that was a choice." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm - check the pier." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "which?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ok" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Then the dragon, which is I think the final thing." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet Floyd | sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that Floyd | extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier Floyd | has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into Floyd | the larger castle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery Floyd | sand. Floyd | A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling Floyd | flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air Floyd | with hungry shrieks. Floyd | Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of Floyd | gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the Floyd | small shelter. Floyd | Floyd | End of Pier Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden Floyd | roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back Floyd | towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner. Floyd | Floyd | The old man is here, apparently packing up for the night. Floyd | Floyd | The old man seems reluctantly to be packing his gear away. He's Floyd | already reeled in his line, and his rod lies beside him. He stows the Floyd | flies, lures and weights into the tackle box and folds it up. Then, Floyd | he draws a large folding blade from his hip pocket and proceeds to gut Floyd | his catch. He takes each fish in turn from the pail and deftly Floyd | decapitates it, slits it lengthwise, strips out the viscera, and Floyd | sweeps the offal into the sea. Once done, he wraps each fish in Floyd | newspaper and tosses them into a burlap sack at his feet. Once the Floyd | pail is empty, he swings the sack over his shoulder, collects his rod Floyd | and tackle, and turns his feet to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pail" | Jacqueline says, "Man, I have been consistently spelling pavilion as 'pavillion' - even on my map. All evening. Bah." | |||
Floyd | It's a large metal pail, left behind by the old man. Floyd | Floyd | The old man hikes off toward the setting sun, hauling away the day's Floyd | catch in the burlap sack slung over his shoulder. Whether by chance Floyd | or intent, he seems to have left the pail behind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "And the old man is here. Are you sure he ever goes away?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pail" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop stave" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the broken stave and the white rubber strap to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pail" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point Floyd | at you and giggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "now we can get enough water for the boiler." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "oho" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes. I think we have conch shell to boil." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure why that matters, but then - ah." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Is the crab inside it?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "There's a crab inside." | ||||
| inky says, "oh dear, poor crab" | ||||
| inky asks, "you can't just put it into place with the crab inside?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I am not sure how that's possible, but okay." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's have a crab boil, then." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of inky), "What are you, a card-carrying member of PETA?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "well, look. I'll place it first. But it is moves the shell out of the cavity, it's boilin' time." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the Floyd | shade of the small shelter. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier. Floyd | Floyd | Middle of Pier Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off pier" | ||||
Floyd | You climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're Floyd | standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over Floyd | empty space. You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and... jump! Floyd | The ground rushes up faster than you could have imagined. It seems Floyd | you've only just jumped when wham! Your feet hit the ground with a Floyd | stinging impact that sends you sprawling forwards into the sand. You Floyd | lie, stunned, for several moments. After a time the stinging fades Floyd | from your feet, if not from your memory, and you climb back to a Floyd | vertical position. You seem to have lost several of your posessions Floyd | in the fall. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a snail shell, a conch shell, Floyd | and a pail, lying in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says (to Jacqueline), "hee hee" | |||
| inky asks, "well, Ivan's a vegetarian, so WWID?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take conch" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You set the conch shell in the cavity. It's a perfect fit, and Floyd | somehow you can feel the... rightness... of it. A shiver seems to Floyd | ripple over the dragon's spine, as if presaging some magical Floyd | awakening. Uh oh. Sensing the lack of any restraint, the crab has Floyd | also begun to stir. It probes the sculpted sand beneath it and, Floyd | finding no resistance, extends its claws and scuttles out of the Floyd | cavity. It falls from the dragon's face, then retreats hastily back Floyd | into its shell on impact with the wet sandy floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | vimes says, "boil the crab, feed someone else" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "heehee." | ||||
| DavidW says, "See! I was right." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take conch, pail" | ||||
Floyd | The conch shell: Taken. Floyd | The pail: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock Floyd | against your warm skin. Floyd | Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your Floyd | waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into Floyd | deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill pail with water" | ||||
Floyd | You dip the bucket into the ocean, where it fills up immediately. The Floyd | added weight of the water in the bucket staggers you, forcing you to Floyd | hold it with both hands. You set the conch in the pail to keep from Floyd | losing it in the surf. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, I think we need to change the acronym PETA to stand for People for the Eating of Tasty Animals." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Splashing and struggling under the weight of the pail full of water, Floyd | you stagger out of the shallow surf. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Hard packed wet sand gives way to loose dry sand as you struggle up Floyd | the beach under the weight of the pail full of water. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You stagger west over the boardwalk under the weight of the pail full Floyd | of water, thankful to have solid ground under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Bucket in hands, you stagger up the concrete ramp. It's a good thing Floyd | the ramp was there, as you doubt you could have carried the water Floyd | filled bucket up all those stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "(That's how Alaskans usually refer to PETA, anyway.)" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stagger south under the bucket's weight. Floyd | Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour water into boiler" | ||||
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "salt" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the heavy pail full of water up to your chest and set it on Floyd | the counter. Before tipping the pail out, you remove the item from it Floyd | and set it on the counter. Then, you pour the contents of the pail Floyd | into the boiler in a quick, heavy stream. The water from the pail Floyd | fills the boiler about three quarters of the way to the top. You Floyd | figure that should be sufficient. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shell" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sieve" | ||||
Floyd | It's an open-topped wireframe box with a metal handle, used to extract Floyd | and drain peanuts from the boiler. It's currently submerged in Floyd | boiling water. Floyd | Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the conch shell in the sieve. Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. The crab Floyd | crawls out of the sieve and falls into the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | The crab scuttles about in the boiler, revived by the cool salt water. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "noooo" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the knob to the 'On' position. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | The crab scuttles about in the boiler, revived by the cool salt water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | The crab scuttles about in the boiler, revived by the cool salt water. Floyd | Floyd | The water in the boiler begins to simmer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | The crab darts back and forth in the boiler, agitated by the water's Floyd | warmth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | The crab darts back and forth in the boiler, agitated by the water's Floyd | warmth. Floyd | Floyd | Steam begins to rise from the water in the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | The crab scuttles along the walls of the boiler, searching frenziedly Floyd | for any escape from the searing heat. Finally, it gets one claw over Floyd | the lip of the boiler and pulls itself out and onto the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "maybe it'll hop out at the last minute" | |||
| inky says, "ah there" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the knob back to the 'Off' position. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You consider the near boiling water, and decide otherwise. Floyd | Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings. Floyd | Floyd | Steam ceases to rise from the water in the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Is the crab still inside the shell? I thought it crawled out." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | By the Snack Bar Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone Floyd | home for the night. Floyd | Behind the counter is an industrial boiler. Floyd | Sitting on the snack bar is a conch shell. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it did" | |||
| inky says, "I dunno" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "listen to shell" | ||||
Floyd | It occurs to you that you'd need to be holding it in order to put it Floyd | against your ear. Floyd | Floyd | The water in the boiler stops simmering and comes to rest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crab" | ||||
Floyd | It's a beautiful conch shell, half the size of your head. Nature has Floyd | painted its whorls a luscious, glossy pink, and dotted them with Floyd | subtly toned spots of brown and white. A crab is packed tightly Floyd | inside it, entirely hidden but for one bony claw. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the knob to the 'On' position. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the Floyd | sunset. Floyd | Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings. Floyd | Floyd | The water in the boiler begins to simmer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yikes, that was... gruesome." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shell" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp. Floyd | Floyd | Steam begins to rise from the water in the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops Floyd | runs by. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||||
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "salt" | ||||
Floyd | It's ordinary salt water from the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | The water in the boiler reaches full boil. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You toss the conch shell in the sieve. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. The crab crawls out of the sieve and falls into the Floyd | boiler. Floyd | Floyd | A high, piercing shriek - a horrible sound that you wouldn't imagine a Floyd | crustacean capable of - emanates from the crab as it, quite literally, Floyd | dies a screaming death in the boiling salt water. The crab shoots Floyd | from its overheated shell in a vain, frenzied attempt at escape. A Floyd | bare moment later, the doomed creature floats to the top of the water, Floyd | while its former home drops like a stone to the bottom of the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "aw man" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off boiler" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the knob back to the 'Off' position. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "perhaps to get inspired to get a new job you must cause the death of another living being" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "See, the writer is a vegetarian." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "anyone want cooked crab?" | ||||
| inky says, "that's the main reason I left my last job, anyway" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Mmm... sure." | ||||
| inky says, "even though the guy totally needed killing" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You consider the boiling water, and decide otherwise. Floyd | Floyd | The water in the boiler stops bubbling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You consider the near boiling water, and decide otherwise. Floyd | Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, Floyd | and fly off shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | Steam ceases to rise from the water in the boiler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve" | ||||
Floyd | You consider the near boiling water, and decide otherwise. Floyd | Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine. Floyd | Floyd | The water in the boiler stops simmering and comes to rest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take crab" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take conch" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crab" | ||||
Floyd | It looks like an ordinary boiled crab to me. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We could give the crab to the old man." | |||
| DavidW says, "no, we can't. He's gone." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Or do we need its shell for this weird ritual dragon thing we're about to do?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh right." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "eat crab" | ||||
Floyd | You crack the shell open without hesitation. The crab's juices Floyd | dribble out over your chin as you suck out the sweet meat. Mmm! You Floyd | couldn't have gotten better at Savannah's finest restaurant. Oh, if Floyd | only you had some butter and a bit of lemon juice! Once you finish, Floyd | you discard the broken bits of shell and wipe your greasy hands off on Floyd | your damp shorts. Floyd | Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Pavilion Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times Floyd | your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier. Floyd | There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice Floyd | your height. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the Floyd | shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from Floyd | the pavilion. Floyd | Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be Floyd | some sort of reptile. Floyd | You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in Floyd | the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "ready?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Ready!" | ||||
| McMartin arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | DavidW says, "put conch in cavity" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in cavity" | ||||
Floyd | You set the conch shell in the cavity. It's a perfect fit, and Floyd | somehow you can feel the... rightness... of it. A shiver seems to Floyd | ripple down the dragon's spine, as if presaging some magical Floyd | awakening. The ripple rebounds from the tail and shudders back up the Floyd | spine, growing in force and velocity until it disappears into the base Floyd | of the creature's skull. Then, slowly, lazily, the eyes open as if Floyd | from a long, restful sleep. Suddenly the head darts forward, causing Floyd | you to leap back, fearful of an attack. But the creature is merely Floyd | stretching its long, sinuous neck. Its angular head splits open in a Floyd | great, toothy yawn that sends you peddling still further back. Then, Floyd | it rises up on its plump forelegs and shakes from side to side like a Floyd | dog throwing off droplets of water. Stretched and shaken, the Floyd | creature throws its head skyward and trumpets forth with an Floyd | elephantine roar that rattles your bones and sends every gull in the Floyd | vicinity flapping away down the beach. The creature's wings snap open Floyd | with a loud crack that echoes out over the water like gunshot. Floyd | Finally, the great, sandy beast glances around the beach, tightens the Floyd | muscles of its powerful hind legs, and launches itself into the air. Floyd | In an instant, it is airborne, beating the air with mighty strokes of Floyd | its wings. Its tail whips from side to side as it claws at the air, Floyd | climbing higher and higher. It turns to the west, toward the setting Floyd | sun and the great marshy wetlands. Soon, it's just a speck against Floyd | the pastel smudged sky. Then, gone. Floyd | Floyd | Incredible. You've never believed that there was any real magic in Floyd | the world, though your heart has always wished otherwise. Here it is Floyd | not only proven, but shown to be the result of singular personal Floyd | vision. What else but the sculptor's purity of belief in his creation Floyd | could have brought it to life? It gets you to thinking about work Floyd | again, and how infrequently it lets you pursue your own vision. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling resolute. "That's it. I'm quitting." You've made up Floyd | your mind and thrown caution to the winds. First thing on Monday, Floyd | you're going to write your letter of resignation. You feel Floyd | exhilaratingly light, as if some constant pressure had been removed. Floyd | You're sure that this is the right decision. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin asks, "Wow, the game's still going?" | |||
| vimes says, "there's a reason you call a hollow in something 'conchcave'" | ||||
| vimes says, "no, wait, that's 'concave', sorry" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Not exactly a score as such, but... Floyd | Floyd | - The castle builders have revitalized your waning belief in a world Floyd | full of wondrous novelty. Floyd | - Your sunset vision has reawakened your appreciation for the beauty Floyd | of the mundane. Floyd | - Your strange kidnapping experience has rewarded you with the Floyd | treasures of life and freedom. Floyd | - The coral reef has shown you that beauty may be found in unexpected Floyd | places. Floyd | - The ghostly dancers have reminded you of the ineluctable joy of Floyd | creative expression. Floyd | - The sand dragon's flight has proven the power and the magic of Floyd | personal vision. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling resolute. "That's it. I'm quitting." You've made up Floyd | your mind and thrown caution to the winds. First thing on Monday, Floyd | you're going to write your letter of resignation. You feel Floyd | exhilaratingly light, as if some constant pressure had been removed. Floyd | You're sure that this is the right decision. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The dunes piled up against the base of the pavilion block your way. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The dunes piled up against the base of the pavilion block your way. Floyd | Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes Floyd | before gently receding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but Floyd | for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east Floyd | toward the tide line . The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the Floyd | south, tall dunes flank the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking Floyd | your way. Floyd | Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel. Floyd | Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your Floyd | ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered Floyd | dunes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach Path Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset. Floyd | A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. Floyd | There's an ugly gap in the path. Floyd | You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | As the last rays of the sun dip below the horizon, a scrap of verse Floyd | runs through your mind. It's something you read on a tombstone in Floyd | Savannah's colonial cemetery. Floyd | Floyd | "My life is like the Summer Rose, Floyd | "That opens to the morning sky; Floyd | "But ere the shades of evening close Floyd | "Is scattered on the ground - to die." Floyd | Floyd | You recall that it was penned by Richard Henry Wilde. It was inspired Floyd | by brother James' descriptions of Florida, where he campaigned against Floyd | the Seminoles. Richard left his epic poem unfinished after James was Floyd | shot through the heart in a duel with a fellow officer. Floyd | Floyd | You reflect on all the things you've seen and done here today. Floyd | Somehow, life seems more precious now. With life so short, why spend Floyd | so much time and energy on a job you hate? Especially at the expense Floyd | of the creative pursuits that make life worth living. Floyd | Floyd | Yes, you think, it's definitely time for some change... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You have completed Sunset Over Savannah. Floyd | Floyd | You may undo your last move, restore a saved game, start over, view a Floyd | list of fun things to try, view a list of painful things to try, or Floyd | quit. Floyd | Floyd | Please enter (U)NDO, (R)ESTORE, RE(S)TART, (F)UN, (P)AIN, or (Q)UIT: Floyd | > | DavidW says, "FUN and PAIN" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fun" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Have you tried... Floyd | Floyd | 1) Burying yourself in the sand? Floyd | 2) Building (and destroying) a sand castle? Floyd | 3) Removing your bathing suit in various places? Floyd | 4) Typing "XYZZY"? Floyd | 5) Saying "Hello, sailor" to the old man and asking him about the Floyd | waving girl? Floyd | 6) Saying "Hello, sailor" to the pirates, or cursing, greeting, or Floyd | hitting them? Floyd | 7) Jumping off the pavilion's canopy? Floyd | 8) Eating the peanuts? Floyd | 9) Eating the shrimp? Floyd | 10) Eating the boiled crab? Floyd | 11) Hitting the dragon? Floyd | 12) Hitting or punching the sand castle? Floyd | 13) Dropping the brick on various small items? Floyd | 14) Pushing the aluminum canister out of the storage area? Floyd | Floyd | Please enter (U)NDO, (R)ESTORE, RE(S)TART, (F)UN, (P)AIN, or (Q)UIT: Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha painful things" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pain" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Things that can get you hurt... Floyd | Floyd | 1) Drowning yourself. Floyd | 2) Jumping in the diving bell. Floyd | 3) Jumping from the roof of the enclosure. Floyd | 4) Jumping off the pier into the sand. Floyd | 5) Jumping off the pier into the sand with the brick. Floyd | 6) Jumping off the pavilion canopy. Floyd | 7) Trying to dig with bare hands in the cement. Floyd | 8) Kicking the glass castle. Floyd | 9) Punching the glass castle. Floyd | 10) Putting your hand in the boiler. Floyd | 11) Swimming without eyegear. Floyd | 12) Reaching into the fissure. Floyd | 13) Climbing the benches while they're stacked in the north face. Floyd | 14) Picking up a glass mite. Floyd | 15) Dropping the brick on your feet. Floyd | Floyd | Please enter (U)NDO, (R)ESTORE, RE(S)TART, (F)UN, (P)AIN, or (Q)UIT: Floyd | > | McMartin says, "Hee at #7" | |||
| DavidW says, "aie. head in boiler" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We did #7!" | ||||
| McMartin says, "HAND. HAND, not HEAD" | ||||
| inky says, "hand, but still" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Aiee pain." | ||||
| McMartin asks, "Can you actually get killed?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And hooray! Thanks for sticking with it, David." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to McMartin), "No, I don't think so." | ||||
| McMartin says, "EPIC IF PLAYING" | ||||
| DavidW says, "thanks. I wish we'd solved that one puzzle honestly, though. I wonder what the right answer was." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm, yeah." | ||||
| inky says, "apparently you tie the shrimp to the shingle, then give the shrimp to the crab" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well. Shrimp on a shingle." | ||||
| vimes says, "that's going to be my new swearterm" | ||||
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