  
 
The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction. Below is a transcript of Afflicted, written by Doug Egan. Afflicted was originally released as part of the 2008 Interactive Fiction Competition, where it took fourth place. It went on to be nominated for three Xyzzy Awards: Best Story, Best Individual Puzzle, and Best Use of Medium. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting the ifWiki.WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played this game, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page. |
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load afflicted" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This has never been your favorite part of the city. Nor is this Floyd | neighborhood the safest one. But as a city sanitarian, you are Floyd | charged with completing an annual health and safety inspection of Floyd | every restaurant in your district. Floyd | Floyd | Each day you visit three or four restaurants. During those visits you Floyd | take note of potential health code violations in your trusty notepad. Floyd | Today's first target: Nikolai's Bar and Grill. Floyd | Floyd | A hazy sun barely peeks above the three-story tenements. Floyd | Floyd | Afflicted Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Doug Egan Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 080906 / Inform 7 build 5T18 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Floyd | Type "About" at any time to see game instructions and other notes from Floyd | the author. Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A damp sheet of newspaper has blown up against the curb. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to RS), "heh" | |||
| Lucea says, "also, I've played this before, so I'll sit back" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x newspaper" | ||||
Floyd | The newspaper scrap is worn and damp, rendering it almost unreadable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x placard" | ||||
Floyd | An aluminum placard, printed in red, is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||||
Floyd | You read: (in big red letters) CLOSED Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gutter" | ||||
Floyd | The gutter is designed to carry storm water off the road. It extends Floyd | west and east. Floyd | Floyd | In storm gutter is some broken glass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are the city health inspector, looking quite natty in your Floyd | polyester shirt and vintage knit tie. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, now I have an idea as to why I was told to not eat while we play this game." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | RootShell says (to ParserGirl), "Hello :)" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x notepad" | ||||
Floyd | This notebook is for recording health code violations when you inspect Floyd | a restaurant. Nikolai's is likely to have a number of infractions. Floyd | To record them, "note [something]". Later in the day, back at the Floyd | office, you will refer to these notes to write your official report. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline tries to finish her curry pasta before this becomes important. | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > Introduction (if you are new to this game) Floyd | General Instructions (if you are new to IF) Floyd | About the Author Floyd | Credits | ||||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Afflicted Floyd | A short work of interactive horror Floyd | Copyright 2008, Doug Egan Floyd | Annual Competition Version Floyd | Floyd | This game is intended to be enjoyed by both newcomers to IF and Floyd | veteran players. If you have never played interactive fiction, you Floyd | are encouraged to return to the main menu and review the information Floyd | under "General Instructions". Floyd | Floyd | Afflicted implements only a select number of new verbs. The most Floyd | important of these is the action "note". Other changes should be Floyd | obvious within the context of the game. "Ask" and "Tell" are synonyms Floyd | in this game. Likewise "Give" and "Show". On the other hand, "Read" Floyd | and "Examine" may give different responses for readable material. Floyd | Floyd | The "Smell" action is fully implemented. Each location has a unique Floyd | odor. A small number of individual objects also have their own odor. Floyd | Floyd | type "Hint" to access the adaptive hint menu. Floyd | Floyd | It is possible to end a game prematurely, sometimes in ways which can Floyd | not be reversed by a single "undo" command. Players are encouraged to Floyd | save often and search for multiple alternate endings. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Please press SPACE to continue. | ||||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > Introduction (if you are new to this game) Floyd | General Instructions (if you are new to IF) Floyd | About the Author Floyd | Credits Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > Introduction (if you are new to this game) Floyd | General Instructions (if you are new to IF) Floyd | About the Author Floyd | Credits | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A damp sheet of newspaper has blown up against the curb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note broken glass" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the broken glass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says (to Jacq), "Just wait." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | Lucea says, "say re: not eating" | |||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street East Floyd | A street-front window looks into Nikolai's bar. If you want into the Floyd | bar, you'll have to go back to the restaurant entrance, which is west Floyd | of here. There are no cars on this end of 19th Street. The sidewalk Floyd | is uneven. A curb-side storm gutter empties here into a grated storm Floyd | drain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x drain" | ||||
Floyd | The openings in the storm drain are barely wide enough to insert three Floyd | fingers. You'll have to search more carefully to see what lies below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search drain" | ||||
Floyd | Staring up at you, from a few inches below the grate, are a pair of Floyd | eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x eye" | ||||
Floyd | On careful examination, the eyes are dismembered. They float in a Floyd | dark pool several inches beneath the grate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note eyes" | ||||
Floyd | The pair of eyes are likely evidence of a ghastly crime, but you Floyd | falter when trying to assign it as a particular health code violation Floyd | in your notebook. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sidewalk" | ||||
Floyd | The sidewalk buckles to such a degree, one might think it had been hit Floyd | by an earthquake. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ha" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | The window is marked by dozens of greasy finger prints and years of Floyd | accumulated scratch marks. It should certainly be cleaned, if not Floyd | replaced. But you can still see through well enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note window" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Exterior windows are filthy-- should be cleaned." in the Floyd | notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "What'd I miss?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, ";Floating eyes." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through window" | ||||
Floyd | Through the window you see the Bar. Floyd | Floyd | A trapezoid of light falls on the cork dance floor. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the bar is a dinky two basin sink with an attached faucet. In Floyd | the rinse basin is some ice. Floyd | Floyd | A middle-aged woman, slight in build, is seated at the bar counter. Floyd | She has fallen fast asleep. Floyd | Floyd | You also see a stereo. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Ooh, neat! Health inspector." | |||
| RootShell says (to ParserGirl), "we are just starting... not much" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x woman" | ||||
Floyd | Angela is Nikolai's day shift waitress. She doesn't have the Floyd | endurance any longer to work the night shift. Angela is a thin woman Floyd | not quite 50 with salt and pepper gray hair. Her skin is pale as a Floyd | ghost. She is asleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Is she sleeping... or is she... DEAD?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "poke Angela" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x stereo" | ||||
Floyd | The stereo is one of those big, barely portable, over-the-shoulder Floyd | models popular back in the day when Michael Jackson was undergoing his Floyd | first plastic surgery. This one is held together by duct tape and Floyd | wire. One of the bartenders probably brought it in to entertain Floyd | themselves during the slow periods. Floyd | Floyd | The stereo is switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | RootShell says, "she 'seems' dead in fact" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "wake woman" | ||||
Floyd | You knock. Angela wakes, looking startled. When she sees you Floyd | motioning at the window, she stands. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We're still outside the window." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note stereo" | ||||
Floyd | You can only look from this distance. Floyd | Floyd | Angela moves to the dining room. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ah. Sorry. I thought we'd gone in." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A damp sheet of newspaper has blown up against the curb. Floyd | Floyd | Angela opens the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela is gaunt and anemic. She struggles to remain alert. Floyd | Floyd | An obese man (Nikolai, the owner?) watches you from the balcony. Floyd | Floyd | "Who's there? Tell him we're closed" Nikolai growls in disgust. Floyd | Floyd | Angela cowers, "I think he's the man from the health department." She Floyd | looks at you "We're not open right now." Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai growls again, "We were just inspected six months ago. Tell Floyd | him to go away." Without waiting for an answer from either you or Floyd | Angela, Nikolai turns back into his office and closes the door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela shrugs helplessly, and begins cleaning the dining room. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped three points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "hahaha" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill has earned a sanitation rating of -5, so far. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Reason: Oh no you didn't." | |||
| DavidW says, "This is as far as I've played this game. I broke my wrist at this time a year ago and typing one handed was tiresome." | ||||
| Jacqueline resists the obvious Erins joke. | ||||
| ParserGirl asks, "Should we go in?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell angela about me" | ||||
Floyd | Angela says, "You seem like sharp young fellow. Maybe Nikolai would Floyd | let you work in the restaurant." Floyd | Floyd | Angela takes a short break. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "didn't we go in?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x angela" | ||||
Floyd | Angela is Nikolai's day shift waitress. She doesn't have the Floyd | endurance any longer to work the night shift. Angela is a thin woman Floyd | not quite 50 with salt and pepper gray hair. Her skin is pale as a Floyd | ghost. Floyd | Floyd | Angela says, "You mustn't take Nikolai too seriously. He's really a Floyd | very good man. It's just... he acts kind of grumpy sometimes because Floyd | of his affliction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask angela about affliction" | ||||
Floyd | Angela whispers, "When Nikolai started gaining a lot of weight, about Floyd | fifteen years ago, his doctor diagnosed him with the affliction. You Floyd | know, that blood sugar disease? He takes insulin for it, I think." Floyd | Floyd | Angela begins wiping tables. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask angela about diabetes" | ||||
Floyd | "Right, that's the name of Nikolai's affliction." Floyd | Floyd | Angela is pausing to rest. Nikolai pokes his head out of his office Floyd | momentarily to shout, "If there's time to lean, there's time to Floyd | clean". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Nice boss." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask angela about restaurant" | ||||
Floyd | "Nikolai only pays the cooks five dollars an hour. They don't use Floyd | recipes, because they can't read." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tables" | ||||
Floyd | The tables are four tops. None of twelve tables have been cleaned Floyd | since last night. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note tables" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Dining room tables require cleaning." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | Angela begins sweeping the floor. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||
Floyd | (the cork dance floor) Floyd | The dance floor isn't very large but you imagine it doesn't need to Floyd | be. People don't come to Nikolai's to dance. They come to get Floyd | soused. The floor is discolored by water marks and mold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note floor" | ||||
Floyd | (the cork dance floor) Floyd | You can only look from this distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note mold" | ||||
Floyd | You can only look from this distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "I guess we didn't go inside." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela is gaunt and anemic. She struggles to remain alert. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Oh, nevermind." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Wait, we're in the dining room..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x placard" | ||||
Floyd | An aluminum placard, printed in red, is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "read placard" | ||||
Floyd | You read: (in big red letters) CLOSED Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | ||||
Floyd | In the mirror you see The window is scratched, but intact. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela is gaunt and anemic. She struggles to remain alert. Floyd | Floyd | About twelve tables are closely spaced within the small location. Floyd | Floyd | Dozens of identical chairs are pushed snug against the four top Floyd | tables. Floyd | You also see yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "The bar area is east." | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | The window is marked by dozens of greasy finger prints and years of Floyd | accumulated scratch marks. It should certainly be cleaned, if not Floyd | replaced. But you can still see through well enough. Floyd | Floyd | Angela begins wiping tables. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask Angela about anemia" | ||||
Floyd | Angela seems a little confused. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask angela about angela" | ||||
Floyd | "I came to this country when I was 19, from Czechoslovakia. Uncle Floyd | Nikolai helped me to escape. I've been working for him ever since." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "note window" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the window. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "should we go east?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note mirror" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the mirror. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask angela about slavery" | ||||
Floyd | Angela giggles nervously, "You know, English is my second language." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I'm fine with wandering, sure." | |||
| DavidW says, "I've half expecting the mirror not to reflect some one." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bar Floyd | Sunlight from the 19th Street window (south) casts an bright trapezoid Floyd | across the cork dance floor. In every other corner, the brick walls Floyd | of this unpretentious watering hole are marked by shadows. If you Floyd | don't mind risking ptomaine poisoning, Nikolai's dining room is to the Floyd | west. Otherwise, the unisex lavatory is north through a low ceiling Floyd | tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | A set of Naugahyde stools are pushed against the linoleum bar. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the bar is a dinky two basin sink with an attached faucet. In Floyd | the rinse basin is some ice. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the sink is a personal stereo (held together largely with duct Floyd | tape). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x stereo" | ||||
Floyd | The stereo is one of those big, barely portable, over-the-shoulder Floyd | models popular back in the day when Michael Jackson was undergoing his Floyd | first plastic surgery. This one is held together by duct tape and Floyd | wire. One of the bartenders probably brought it in to entertain Floyd | themselves during the slow periods. Floyd | Floyd | The stereo is switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note stereo" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the stereo. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||
Floyd | The odor of stale beer and sweat threatens to overwhelm you. You Floyd | imagine it must smell even worse when the local mill workers are Floyd | packed in here during happy hour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sink" | ||||
Floyd | The twin basins of the stainless steel sink (a wash basin and rinse Floyd | basin) are scarcely large enough to wash a pilsner glass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in wash basin" | ||||
Floyd | The wash basin is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in rinse basin" | ||||
Floyd | In the rinse basin is some ice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ice" | ||||
Floyd | Rounded chips of melting ice drain in the sink. The pile of ice has a Floyd | red streak through its center. Sloe Gin, or perhaps grenadine would Floyd | make that color streak. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search ice" | ||||
Floyd | While sifting through the ice in the rinse basin, you pause in horror. Floyd | Buried near the drain is a severed human hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note hand" | ||||
Floyd | (the severed left hand) Floyd | The severed left hand is likely evidence of a ghastly crime, but you Floyd | falter when trying to assign it as a particular health code violation Floyd | in your notebook. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hand" | ||||
Floyd | (the severed left hand) Floyd | The hand is pale and cold as ice. It is cut cleanly at the wrist, as Floyd | if by a cleaver. The hand appears to be human. It appears to be the Floyd | real thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "oh .. eww" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "She don't lie she don't lie she don't liiiiiie . . .ptomaine!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. no gun." | |||
| Gerynar says, "there's the broken glass outside" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "note hand" | ||||
Floyd | (the severed left hand) Floyd | The severed left hand is likely evidence of a ghastly crime, but you Floyd | falter when trying to assign it as a particular health code violation Floyd | in your notebook. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We ought to be able to find a knife, if it comes to that." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I like how health inspectors react." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It appears to be human. It appears to be the real thing." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I appear to have been very sick all over the floor." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "x stools" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x stools" | ||||
Floyd | (the cork dance floor) Floyd | The dance floor isn't very large but you imagine it doesn't need to Floyd | be. People don't come to Nikolai's to dance. They come to get Floyd | soused. The floor is discolored by water marks and mold. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The beet red Naugahyde stools are torn, revealing the rotting yellow Floyd | foam beneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Gerynar), "ew" | |||
| maga says (to Jacq), "muahahaha" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, THOSE kind of stools." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note floor" | ||||
Floyd | (the cork dance floor) Floyd | You write, "Dance floor covered with carcinogenic mold-- apply Floyd | fungicide." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to maga), "Sorry, I can never resist quoting that game." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note stools" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Repair bar stools and replace foam padding." in the Floyd | notebook. Floyd | Floyd | The ice has completely melted. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "Which one?" | |||
| maga says (to Jacq), "I mostly chose this because I knew you'd bring out that quote" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "heehee" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to PG), "Zero One." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under sink" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Bar Floyd | Sunlight from the 19th Street window (south) casts an bright trapezoid Floyd | across the cork dance floor. In every other corner, the brick walls Floyd | of this unpretentious watering hole are marked by shadows. If you Floyd | don't mind risking ptomaine poisoning, Nikolai's dining room is to the Floyd | west. Otherwise, the unisex lavatory is north through a low ceiling Floyd | tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | A set of Naugahyde stools are pushed against the linoleum bar. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the bar is a dinky two basin sink with an attached faucet. In Floyd | the rinse basin is a severed left hand. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the sink is a personal stereo (held together largely with duct Floyd | tape). Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "The quote is in my review: [LINK]" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x walls" | ||||
Floyd | (the brick) Floyd | The walls are made of the same black and red brick which covers the Floyd | building's exterior. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shadwos" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "oops shadows" | ||||
Floyd | Creeping shadows fall everywhere, creating a sensation of permanent Floyd | dusk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x faucet" | ||||
Floyd | The faucet is turned off, though it drips intermittently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on faucet" | ||||
Floyd | No water comes out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note faucet" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Replace bar sink with something larger. And clean the Floyd | damn thing." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off faucet" | ||||
Floyd | The faucet continues to drip. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bar" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the linoleum counter or the bar stool? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x counter" | ||||
Floyd | The bar's linoleum counter top is green, with a marbelesque pattern. Floyd | Brown stains give it the appearance of a rotted apple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note faucet" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the sink. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note counter" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Linoleum counter top is stained-- clean with an abrasive Floyd | oxidizing solution." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill has earned a sanitation rating of -15, so far. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "But it doesn't give you the 'losing' score." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x notebook" | ||||
Floyd | This notebook is for recording health code violations when you inspect Floyd | a restaurant. Nikolai's is likely to have a number of infractions. Floyd | To record them, "note [something]". Later in the day, back at the Floyd | office, you will refer to these notes to write your official report. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||||
Floyd | window -- Exterior windows are filthy-- should be cleaned. Floyd | crumbs -- Dining room tables require cleaning. Floyd | cork dance floor -- Dance floor covered with carcinogenic mold-- apply Floyd | fungicide. Floyd | bar stool -- Repair bar stools and replace foam padding. Floyd | sink -- Replace bar sink with something larger. And clean the damn Floyd | thing. Floyd | linoleum counter -- Linoleum counter top is stained-- clean with an Floyd | abrasive oxidizing solution. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "Why does this hand have a "Local Health Inspectors #34" ring on it???" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "nervous heh" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "There's still a kitchen, I think" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Do we dare inspect the bathroom?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Wait, we didn't record the severed hand because we weren't sure which code violation to note?" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Also, wouldn't we just immediately, you know, leave, and go call the police?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Jacq), "same with the eyes" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Same as the eyes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm just saying." | ||||
| DavidW says, "We have seen no phone as yet" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Yeah, but this is all mystery-like." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to PG), "Right." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Bar Floyd | Sunlight from the 19th Street window (south) casts an bright trapezoid Floyd | across the cork dance floor. In every other corner, the brick walls Floyd | of this unpretentious watering hole are marked by shadows. If you Floyd | don't mind risking ptomaine poisoning, Nikolai's dining room is to the Floyd | west. Otherwise, the unisex lavatory is north through a low ceiling Floyd | tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | A set of Naugahyde stools are pushed against the linoleum bar. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the bar is a dinky two basin sink with an attached faucet. In Floyd | the rinse basin is a severed left hand. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the sink is a personal stereo (held together largely with duct Floyd | tape). Floyd | Floyd | A cockroach scurries across the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "BUG" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x cockroach" | ||||
Floyd | The cockroach has escaped your view. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note cockroach" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Call exterminator." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take duct tape" | ||||
Floyd | The stereo would probably fall apart if you removed the wire and tape. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note duct tape" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the stereo. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on stereo" | ||||
Floyd | The radio emits a staticy rendition of "That'll be the Day" by Buddy Floyd | Holly. Floyd | Floyd | The song on the radio changes to "Long Tall Sally" by Little Richard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "I'm adventurous enough to check out the bathroom." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "I hestitate to inquire, but have we had the joy of examining the lavatory?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Timing" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off steroe" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "oops stereo" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the stereo. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off stereo" | ||||
Floyd | You switch the stereo off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lavatory Floyd | The low ceiling restroom is painted yellow, the color of urine and Floyd | bile. Its only fixtures are a porcelain toilet, hand sink, soap Floyd | dispenser and automatic hand dryer, all mounted low to the floor as if Floyd | they were reclaimed from an abandoned grade school, or this lavatory Floyd | was designed for alcoholic ten-year-olds. Floyd | Floyd | A Jackson Pollack pattern of vomit is splashed across the back wall of Floyd | the bathroom, certainly nowhere near the toilet where it was Floyd | presumably aimed. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a mouse scurrying through the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "typing one handed again, DW?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note mouse" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Call exterminator." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "BUG no wait." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note vomit" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Please, please, please, clean the barf off the bathroom Floyd | wall." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x vomit" | ||||
Floyd | The bilious material was probably spewed there last night after a few Floyd | rounds of drinks. It is now dried, with undigested lumps of green Floyd | pepper and onion plastered in place. Remains of a cheese steak Floyd | sandwich, maybe? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x toilet" | ||||
Floyd | (the toilet) Floyd | The toilet has a five (possibly ten or fifteen) gallon tank. Who knew Floyd | that such monumental water guzzlers still existed? But the size of Floyd | the tank is less your concern than contents of the basin. A massive Floyd | quantity of shit and toilet paper threaten to overflow the rim. This Floyd | toilet probably hasn't been flushed since yesterday's happy hour. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny brown mouse dashes out of view. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note toilet" | ||||
Floyd | (the toilet) Floyd | You write, "Clogged toilet-- call plumber." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This is pretty awesome, maga. Thanks for thinking of me when you chose this." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tank" | ||||
Floyd | The toilet has a five (possibly ten or fifteen) gallon tank. Who knew Floyd | that such monumental water guzzlers still existed? But the size of Floyd | the tank is less your concern than contents of the basin. A massive Floyd | quantity of shit and toilet paper threaten to overflow the rim. This Floyd | toilet probably hasn't been flushed since yesterday's happy hour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x tank" | ||||
Floyd | The toilet has a five (possibly ten or fifteen) gallon tank. Who knew Floyd | that such monumental water guzzlers still existed? But the size of Floyd | the tank is less your concern than contents of the basin. A massive Floyd | quantity of shit and toilet paper threaten to overflow the rim. This Floyd | toilet probably hasn't been flushed since yesterday's happy hour. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "ha ha" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open tank" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "I live to please" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind toilet" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, ".> Note UpperDecker" | |||
| Gerynar asks, "dare we try flushing the toilet?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "flush toilet" | ||||
Floyd | (the toilet) Floyd | That would just cause the toilet to overflow. Better to document this Floyd | in your notepad. Floyd | Floyd | A cockroach scuttles up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mirror" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sink" | ||||
Floyd | A cracked porcelain sink is mounted about two feet above the floor. Floyd | Its handles have been removed, rendering it useless. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x dispensor" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note sink" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Sink handles missing-- call plumber." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill has earned a sanitation rating of -25, so far. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x soap" | ||||
Floyd | The cracked, wall mounted soap dispenser is equipped with a lever for Floyd | dispensing-- well, for dispensing whatever the hell Nikolai puts in Floyd | there. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny brown mouse dashes out of view. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x dryer" | ||||
Floyd | This stainless steel automatic hand dryer is the same model that was Floyd | common in American service station restrooms half a century ago. A Floyd | silver button in front invites you to push it. Floyd | Floyd | The hand dryer is switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push lever" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing comes out. The dispenser is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note dispenser" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "The dispenser is empty-- replace soap." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | A mouse runs in circles, then races away. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing happens. The hand dryer is out of order. It has been out of Floyd | order since the last time you inspected this restaurant six months Floyd | ago. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note dryer" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Must repair the hand dryer." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||
Floyd | You're almost unable to breath, it smells so foul in here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill has earned a sanitation rating of -29, so far. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Oh, this is a repeat visit." | |||
| DavidW says, "This is one lousy dump." | ||||
| Lucea says, "It gets better/worse." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "-29, wow. And I'm sure we're far, far from done." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Lavatory Floyd | The low ceiling restroom is painted yellow, the color of urine and Floyd | bile. Its only fixtures are a porcelain toilet, hand sink, soap Floyd | dispenser and automatic hand dryer, all mounted low to the floor as if Floyd | they were reclaimed from an abandoned grade school, or this lavatory Floyd | was designed for alcoholic ten-year-olds. Floyd | Floyd | A Jackson Pollack pattern of vomit is splashed across the back wall of Floyd | the bathroom, certainly nowhere near the toilet where it was Floyd | presumably aimed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||
Floyd | You're almost unable to breath, it smells so foul in here. Floyd | Floyd | You note a rat out of the corner of your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "note rat" | ||||
Floyd | You write, "Call exterminator." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny brown mouse dashes out of view. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note rat" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the rat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note brown mouse" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search toilet" | ||||
Floyd | (the toilet) Floyd | In the toilet are a wad of toilet paper and some excrement. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "yay" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wad" | ||||
Floyd | Swaths of tissue, entire rolls perhaps, clog the toilet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x excrement" | ||||
Floyd | As a health inspector, you're cautious about examining other people's Floyd | excrement. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search wad" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Man, maga knows me well. Scary." | |||
| DavidW says, "I think we're done in this room." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x peppers" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Sure." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Aw. Okay." | ||||
| maga hums Poke That Poop to himself | ||||
| DavidW asks (of Jacqueline), "Was there more?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "yay" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "poke poop" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bar Floyd | Behind the bar is a dinky two basin sink with an attached faucet. In Floyd | the rinse basin is a severed left hand. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the sink is a personal stereo (held together largely with duct Floyd | tape). Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "No, not if I can't examine individual components of the dried bilious material on the wall." | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Afflicted is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long Floyd | descriptions of locations (even if you've been there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Admittedly, we didn't try that." | |||
| ParserGirl asks, "Like if it were covering up a message?" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lavatory Floyd | The low ceiling restroom is painted yellow, the color of urine and Floyd | bile. Its only fixtures are a porcelain toilet, hand sink, soap Floyd | dispenser and automatic hand dryer, all mounted low to the floor as if Floyd | they were reclaimed from an abandoned grade school, or this lavatory Floyd | was designed for alcoholic ten-year-olds. Floyd | Floyd | A Jackson Pollack pattern of vomit is splashed across the back wall of Floyd | the bathroom, certainly nowhere near the toilet where it was Floyd | presumably aimed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Gosh, I sort of doubt it, but that'd be cool." | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "clean vomit" | ||||
Floyd | Rather than cleaning things yourself, you should just note that in Floyd | your report then make Nikolai hire a cleaning service. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Aw" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bar Floyd | Sunlight from the 19th Street window (south) casts an bright trapezoid Floyd | across the cork dance floor. In every other corner, the brick walls Floyd | of this unpretentious watering hole are marked by shadows. If you Floyd | don't mind risking ptomaine poisoning, Nikolai's dining room is to the Floyd | west. Otherwise, the unisex lavatory is north through a low ceiling Floyd | tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | A set of Naugahyde stools are pushed against the linoleum bar. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the bar is a dinky two basin sink with an attached faucet. In Floyd | the rinse basin is a severed left hand. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the sink is a personal stereo (held together largely with duct Floyd | tape). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move stereo" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela is gaunt and anemic. She struggles to remain alert. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai pokes his head out from the top office, "Angela, be a peach Floyd | and pick up some bread from the food pantry." Floyd | Floyd | Angela looks puzzled "You mean the 5th Avenue Mission?" Floyd | Floyd | "Of course that's where I mean. Our regular bread company won't Floyd | deliver here anymore. Just go to the food pantry and fill up your Floyd | car." Floyd | Floyd | "I can't take food from a homeless shelter." Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai's face turns red, "We need bread, and you can get it free from Floyd | the mission. Tell them you're a homeless wench. Tell them you've got Floyd | twelve screaming brats to feed. I don't care. If you won't go there, Floyd | then go to the store and pay for the bread with your own money, but Floyd | don't come back without it!" Floyd | Floyd | Angela lowers her head. She looks like she's about to cry. Floyd | Floyd | As Angela leaves the restaurant, you notice a small flashlight fall Floyd | off of her key chain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Bar Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "why did we undo?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela is gaunt and anemic. She struggles to remain alert. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai pokes his head out from the top office, "Angela, be a peach Floyd | and pick up some bread from the food pantry." Floyd | Floyd | Angela looks puzzled "You mean the 5th Avenue Mission?" Floyd | Floyd | "Of course that's where I mean. Our regular bread company won't Floyd | deliver here anymore. Just go to the food pantry and fill up your Floyd | car." Floyd | Floyd | "I can't take food from a homeless shelter." Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai's face turns red, "We need bread, and you can get it free from Floyd | the mission. Tell them you're a homeless wench. Tell them you've got Floyd | twelve screaming brats to feed. I don't care. If you won't go there, Floyd | then go to the store and pay for the bread with your own money, but Floyd | don't come back without it!" Floyd | Floyd | Angela lowers her head. She looks like she's about to cry. Floyd | Floyd | As Angela leaves the restaurant, you notice a small flashlight fall Floyd | off of her key chain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flashlight" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | The flashlight is a pocket size model, which fell off of Angela's key Floyd | chain. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight is switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "I thought I may have done something wrong." | |||
| DavidW clears the save counter. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Kitchen next? North?" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "Sure!" | ||||
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Galley Kitchen Floyd | You are in a galley kitchen about eight feet long, and just wide Floyd | enough for one person to turn around. On the south side facing the Floyd | dining room is a wooden prep table. On the left end of the prep table Floyd | is a mini fridge, and on the right end is a steam table. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the prep table is a flat grill. Dried rivulets of grease Floyd | ooze down the wall from the overhead vents. A narrow aisle winds Floyd | north into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note grease" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Use a grill brick to clean the flat grill." in the Floyd | notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x prep table" | ||||
Floyd | This prep table looks like it may have been nailed together on site, Floyd | from two by fours and plywood. The cutting surface is scarred with Floyd | knife marks and grime, providing multiple rich environments for Floyd | bacterial growth. Beneath the prep table is a storage shelf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note prep table" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Replace prep table with a fresh undamaged cutting board." Floyd | in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x storage shelf" | ||||
Floyd | A warped plywood shelf below the prep table provides space for the Floyd | grill cook to cast off his soiled cooking implements. Floyd | Floyd | On the storage shelf are a pair of tongs, a pot and a fry pan. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tongs" | ||||
Floyd | A pair of 10 inch stainless steel fry tongs. Floyd | Floyd | You note a rat out of the corner of your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note rate" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note rat" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the rat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pot" | ||||
Floyd | A five gallon aluminum cooking pot, crusted along the inside with dry Floyd | spaghetti noodles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "eww" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note pot" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Clean the spaghetti pot" in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fry pan" | ||||
Floyd | A black, cast iron fry pan. Floyd | Floyd | In the fry pan are some blackened chips of bacon. Floyd | Floyd | A cockroach scuttles up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "note mission bread" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "note bread" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note pan" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Fry pan is soiled with bacon grease." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x fridge" | ||||
Floyd | The mini fridge sits on the floor, near the left end of prep table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x steam table" | ||||
Floyd | A curved aluminum lid covers the steam table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lid" | ParserGirl asks, "What horrors will thus enclose?" | |||
Floyd | the lid curves over the steam table, keeping the heat inside. The lid Floyd | is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open lid" | ||||
Floyd | A cloud of hot steam rises out of the table. The table contains a Floyd | kettle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x kettle" | ||||
Floyd | Last night's gravy is now dry and plastered to the bottom of the Floyd | kettle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note kettle" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Gravy kettle has not been washed." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close lid" | ||||
Floyd | You close the steam table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill has earned a sanitation rating of -41, so far. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fridge" | ||||
Floyd | The mini fridge sits on the floor, near the left end of prep table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | The fridge is a few degrees colder than the rest of the room. It Floyd | contains a rotting head of lettuce. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lettuce" | ||||
Floyd | The lettuce is more brown than green, and barely a solid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note lettuce" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Produce has been stored past its expiration." in the Floyd | notebook. Floyd | Floyd | A large rat turns to look at you, then runs away. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "Lettuce, eh?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "move lettuce" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search lettuce" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close fridge" | ||||
Floyd | You close the mini fridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x freezer" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Galley Kitchen Floyd | You are in a galley kitchen about eight feet long, and just wide Floyd | enough for one person to turn around. On the south side facing the Floyd | dining room is a wooden prep table. On the left end of the prep table Floyd | is a mini fridge, and on the right end is a steam table. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the prep table is a flat grill. Dried rivulets of grease Floyd | ooze down the wall from the overhead vents. A narrow aisle winds Floyd | north into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x grill" | ||||
Floyd | The blackened surface of the flat grill hasn't been cleaned in some Floyd | time. A dial in front controls the temperature. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "long ago I started coding a one-room game called Innie's Diner which was sort of a soulmate to this" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note grill" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the flat grill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x dial" | ||||
Floyd | The printed numbers on the dial have worn away. The grill is switched Floyd | off. Floyd | Floyd | The dial is switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh dear." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note dial" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the flat grill. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "except that, like everything I do, it was unfinishably simulationist" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the dial. The grill begins to warm. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "aw" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial off" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the dial. The grill begins to cool. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "you can't just implement all the capillaries" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "Why do I immediately think of grilling the hand? Why?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under steam table" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "yay" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's do it!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under prep table" | ||||
Floyd | A warped plywood shelf below the prep table provides space for the Floyd | grill cook to cast off his soiled cooking implements. Floyd | Floyd | On the storage shelf are a pair of tongs, a pot and a fry pan. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "There's still more to the north." | |||
| RootShell www.ifreviews.org | Lucea says, "that's worthy of channel topic" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take tongs" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to PG), "see, in *my* game you could grill the hand and serve it to customers in a bun" | |||
| Lucea asks (of maga), "left or right?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, we might need the tongs" | ||||
| maga says, "but it would have been so unimaginably tedious to get to this stage that nobody would ever have bothered" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I was trying to figure out how to make that joke, Lucea, and then you did it so elegantly. Well done." | ||||
| Lucea says, "yay" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Go for it, PG." | ||||
| DavidW says (to PG), "yes, you do stuff now" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Oh, ok" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "sorry, was at work" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||||
Floyd | A narrow beam of light pierces the dusty air. Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Quit working and play, darn it." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Priorities, woman!" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Will have to turn back the reins at 4 for med time, though" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I guess." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "OOh, walk in" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x chopper" | ||||
Floyd | The chopper is old, covered in rust. Drops of fresh blood leak out Floyd | from the food trough in places where it has rusted completely through. Floyd | The device has an on/off button, and the rotating trough which is Floyd | designed to carry large volumes of food past a stationary blade. It Floyd | isn't quite large enough to accommodate a full size buffalo. But a Floyd | rabbit or a small dog, perhaps. Floyd | Floyd | The buffalo chopper is switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x trough" | ||||
Floyd | The trough is circular, pocked with rust, and contains some variety of Floyd | ground meat. Only about a third of the trough is visible. The rest Floyd | is hidden beneath a cover which protects you from the blade in back. Floyd | Floyd | In the trough is ground meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "or a hand?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x meat" | ||||
Floyd | A soupy puree of ground organ meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note meat" | ||||
Floyd | For this to be a really thorough inspection, you'll need to open the Floyd | chopper and examine the blade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "open chopper" | ||||
Floyd | The cover is held in place by a large screw. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "open screw with tongs" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't seem to be something you can unlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x kit" | ||||
Floyd | The first aid kit is an opaque plastic box with a red cross on the Floyd | cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "open kit" | ||||
Floyd | You open the first aid kit, revealing a tourniquet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take trouniquet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take tourniquet" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a mouse scurrying through the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||||
Floyd | (the oily film) Floyd | An oily film is deposited almost evenly over every exposed surface. Floyd | Floyd | A cockroach stares at you boldly, challenging you to smash it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note wall" | ||||
Floyd | (the oily film) Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Power wash the winding hall-- remove oily film." in the Floyd | notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note kit" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I'm thinking the kit should have more in it." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Huh" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Definitely, but no." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x tourniquet" | ||||
Floyd | A tourniquet is a curious thing to find in a restaurant first aid kit. Floyd | It would only ever be useful to stop major arterial bleeding. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah, I'd note the near empty kit" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "Didn't work." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), ";Yeah" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note trough" | ||||
Floyd | For this to be a really thorough inspection, you'll need to open the Floyd | chopper and examine the blade. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oops" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note chopper" | ||||
Floyd | For this to be a really thorough inspection, you'll need to open the Floyd | chopper and examine the blade. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, it didn't work." | |||
| ParserGirl says, "We'll need something to work the screw." | ||||
| DavidW says, "okay" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "The walk-in is tempting me." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Refrigerator Floyd | Nikolai's walk-in refrigerator is kept at a few degrees above zero Floyd | Celsius. The tight dimensions of this poorly lit unit induce a sense Floyd | of claustrophobia. The textured metal walls are splashed with now dry Floyd | remnants of long ago dinner specials. The exit back to the winding Floyd | hall is east. Floyd | Floyd | A five gallon soup cauldron is pushed carelessly into one corner. Floyd | Floyd | A four tier wire shelf supports an assortment of hotel pans in varied Floyd | sizes and depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "coin or screwdriver, I guess" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to PG), "Don't die in there." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Tongs didn't work" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x remnants" | ||||
Floyd | Streaks of broken eggs, tomato sauce, goulash and other unidentified Floyd | soups have been reduced to a form of colorful glue against the metal Floyd | wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x cauldron" | ||||
Floyd | The soup cauldron is made of aluminum. It is covered. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note remnants" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Clean refrigerator walls." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "brb phone" | |||
| Lucea says, "I can't read "goulash" and make it sound right" | ||||
| Lucea says, "since Kingdom of Loathing" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cauldron" | ||||
Floyd | You are aghast to discover a severed foot festering in the bottom of Floyd | the cauldron. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x foot" | ||||
Floyd | The left foot is cut cleanly at the ankle, as if by an ax. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note foot" | ||||
Floyd | The severed left foot is likely evidence of a ghastly crime, but you Floyd | falter when trying to assign it as a particular health code violation Floyd | in your notebook. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "mmm... foot." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note cauldron" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the soup cauldron. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close it" | ||||
Floyd | You close the soup cauldron. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Refrigerator Floyd | Nikolai's walk-in refrigerator is kept at a few degrees above zero Floyd | Celsius. The tight dimensions of this poorly lit unit induce a sense Floyd | of claustrophobia. The textured metal walls are splashed with now dry Floyd | remnants of long ago dinner specials. The exit back to the winding Floyd | hall is east. Floyd | Floyd | A five gallon soup cauldron is pushed carelessly into one corner. Floyd | Floyd | A four tier wire shelf supports an assortment of hotel pans in varied Floyd | sizes and depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shelf" | ||||
Floyd | The tiered wire shelf takes up the back wall of the tight walk-in. Floyd | That is to say, it's not very wide. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pans" | ||||
Floyd | The refrigerator is loaded with hotel pans, carrying left-overs from Floyd | long ago. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note pans" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Label, date and organize the refrigerated left-overs." in Floyd | the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "Back. Are we dead yet?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Not yet." | ||||
| DavidW says, "not yet" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We found a foot in the cauldron" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It was delicioius." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "er, delicious." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Holy crap a foot" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "No, the crap was in the lavatory, the foot was in the cauldron." | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | A manhole-size drain cover is set in the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "*rimshot*" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Sorry, couldn't resist." | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x servingware" | ||||
Floyd | Plates, cups, saucers and silverware populate the dish rack. None of Floyd | it looks as if it has been cleaned recently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Uh-oh. Toxic room." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note it" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Dish racks are piled up around both sides of the dish Floyd | machine." in the notebook. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below your feet, you hear a muffled thump. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open drain cover" | ||||
Floyd | You open the drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Also, it's nauseated, not nauseous, unless we are actually inflicting nausea on others." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look in drain" | ||||
Floyd | (the drain cover) Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in hole" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "look down" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot sealed crate, Floyd | composed mostly of particle board. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ack" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Crypt" | ||||
| (from Jacqueline) ParserGirl says, "Holy crypt." | ||||
| DavidW says, "We didn't finish our inspection upstairs" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I realize. I didn't think it would work." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We can undo." | ||||
| Lucea says (to DavidW), "ha ha" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "let's howpe that's not your reaction to a real-world cry" | |||
| Lucea says, "crypt, too" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "well, I'm hoping to find garlic or a cross or silver or *something* before we fight a vampire, which all my instincts are suggesting." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I figure Angela is anemic because she's being drained of blood." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm, good point." | ||||
| DavidW says, "And the extra attention to what the mirror reflects." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "And somehow, I don't think Nikolai is the type of vampire that twinkles." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | The alley door is warped from moisture. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note bleach" | ||||
Floyd | You've already made enough observations to have Nikolai's place Floyd | condemned. One more note is just another nail in the coffin. Floyd | Floyd | You write, "Bleach used in dishroom is over concentrated." in the Floyd | notebook. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | The dish machine is a stainless steel contraption, with a top mounted Floyd | cabinet just large enough to accommodate one dish rack at a time. It Floyd | has an on/off switch to start each cycle, which then lasts just over Floyd | two minutes. This model is designed to be much faster than a home Floyd | dish washer, but is still pretty small as far as commercial machines Floyd | go. Floyd | Floyd | The dish machine is switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note darkness" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in machine" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see inside, since the cabinet is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | You are alarmed to find a severed right foot in the dish machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x foot" | ||||
Floyd | The right foot is burned away from the leg, as if by a plasma torch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note foot" | ||||
Floyd | The severed right foot is likely evidence of a ghastly crime, but you Floyd | falter when trying to assign it as a particular health code violation Floyd | in your notebook. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note dish machine" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the dish machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close machine" | ||||
Floyd | You close the cabinet. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below your feet, you hear a muffled thump. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "back" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "wouldn't storing meat in a non-refrigerated mannor be some sort of health code violation?" | |||
| DavidW says (to PG), "We found the other foot in the dish machine." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Holy crap a crypt" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Jacqueline), "I was already going to say that before you made that crack earlier." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | The dish table is made of stainless steel. It is made to the same Floyd | width as the dish machine, allowing tray racks to slide easily in one Floyd | side and out the other. The lip and back splash are designed to Floyd | channel water into the dish machine, and keep it off the floor. Both Floyd | sides of the table are so thoroughly soiled, you can only guess which Floyd | side the dishes go in, and which they come out. Racks of dirty dishes Floyd | are piled on either side. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below your feet, you hear a muffled thump. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "I mean before I read it." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | (first unlocking the alley door) Floyd | You lack a key that fits the alley door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note door" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the alley door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. Perhaps we have to do the crypt next. Unless Angela's back with the keys and bread." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x dishes" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x knife" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Down?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Save first." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "sounds good to me" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Also, that thump is worrisome." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot sealed crate, Floyd | composed mostly of particle board. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Is there a timer? Like, something's woken up downstairs?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||
Floyd | This place is a tomb. All around you, the putrid nauseating smell of Floyd | death. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pylons" | ||||
Floyd | The pylons offer support to the floor above, preventing the building Floyd | from falling into the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot sealed crate, Floyd | composed mostly of particle board. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Sure. I think I'm caught up" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x boxes" | ||||
Floyd | The liquor boxes are so thoroughly decayed, they almost crumble to Floyd | your touch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x crate" | ||||
Floyd | Judging from the absence of mold or rot, it must have been placed here Floyd | only recently. The particle board crate is tightly sealed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note boxes" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the cardboard boxes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||||
Floyd | The bottles come in various shades of green and brown. Many are Floyd | broken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "afk" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | When you are very quiet, you can hear mice crawling through the walls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot sealed crate, Floyd | composed mostly of particle board. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | (the particle board crate) Floyd | Judging from the absence of mold or rot, it must have been placed here Floyd | only recently. The particle board crate is tightly sealed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A large rat turns to look at you, then runs away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note crypt" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "note mold" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "note bottles" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "note smell" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||||
Floyd | (the particle board crate) Floyd | Your first reflex is to gag. Inside is the dismembered body of an Floyd | adult female. Her arms and legs have been removed, her abdomen sliced Floyd | open and disemboweled. Where her eyes were once, empty sockets Floyd | remain. Having been drained entirely of blood, her skin is now as Floyd | pale as the clean cotton bed sheet draped across her pelvis. Floyd | Floyd | She lifts her head, and knocks it three times against the bottom of Floyd | the box. But no, you must have imagined that. She is dead. Quite Floyd | dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "eaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeee" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Well now" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That is an interesting development." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It appears to be a dead body, and it appears to be the real thing, and it appears we are hallucinating." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Oh crap the THUMPING" | ||||
| DavidW says, "back" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh yeah, I guess that could have been the thumping." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x body" | ||||
Floyd | The woman has been butchered. Her arms and legs have been removed. Floyd | Both legs are cut off at the hip. Her abdomen is sliced wide and Floyd | disemboweled. Where her eyes were once, empty sockets remain. She's Floyd | been drained of blood leaving her skin as white as the clean cotton Floyd | bed sheet draped across her pelvis. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's allow Mr. David to catch up so we can see his reaction." | |||
| ParserGirl says, "Oh yes, I just had to look." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm really glad Emily is talking on #cooking at the same time we're playing this." | ||||
| Emily says, "maga talked first!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note body" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the mutilated corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Emily), "So he did, I just noticed. Not even repeating what *he* said." | |||
| ParserGirl says, "It's bad that my second thought about the discovery was, "I wonder if we can use that sheet."" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I was wanting to search the abdomen." | ||||
| DavidW says (to PG), "ha" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take sheet" | ||||
Floyd | She is naked, except for the sheet. Out of respect for the dead, you Floyd | leave it in place. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny brown mouse dashes out of view. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "I was wanting to collect the parts" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search abdomen" | ||||
Floyd | Her abdomen is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "and bring them back to the body" | |||
| Lucea says, "good thing you're not mischanneling" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Respect for the dead my butt." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sheet" | ||||
Floyd | She is naked, except for the sheet. Out of respect for the dead, you Floyd | leave it in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the bed sheet. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "I think it's her organs in the grinder upstairs" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x abdomen" | ||||
Floyd | Her abdomen is sliced wide. Many of the internal organs have been Floyd | removed. Others are mutilated. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Is her abdomen implemented as a container, I wonder?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put tongs in abdomen" | ||||
Floyd | You put the pair of tongs into her abdomen. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Gerynar), "I think so too" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "AAAAAAAH it's a container" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, that is awesome." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take tongs" | DavidW asks (of Jacqueline), "Operation?" | |||
Floyd | That seems to belong to the mutilated corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "heh" | |||
| ParserGirl asks, "Ok. Want to go collectin'?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Wait, the tongs are now the property of the corpse?!" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "I'll bet we could reach those eyes with the tongs." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "get all from abdomen" | ||||
Floyd | That seems to belong to the mutilated corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I just lent them to her - I didn't give her the tongs for keeps!" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "search abdomen" | ||||
Floyd | In her abdomen is a pair of tongs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "body, give tongs to me" | ||||
Floyd | (The mutilated corpse first taking the pair of tongs) Floyd | Even in the better establishments, restaurant people are seldom Floyd | receptive to your commands. You might try asking them about something Floyd | or showing them something instead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "hah. There." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask body about restaurant" | ||||
Floyd | You are startled to watch her jaw quiver a bit, but without a working Floyd | set of lungs the woman can't reply to your questions. Floyd | Floyd | The body's lips tremble, but no sound comes out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "whooooaaaa" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "hahhhhhrrrr" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I guess we need to give her her parts back, yeah, but we need the tongs." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | The woman looks mournfully toward the vacant cavity in her severed Floyd | abdomen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Undo a bit." | |||
| DavidW says, "I think we need to restore. The tongs might be needed." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Or restore, yeah." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open machine" | ||||
Floyd | You open the cabinet, revealing a severed right foot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take foot" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped five points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "huh!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot sealed crate, Floyd | composed mostly of particle board. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open crate" | ||||
Floyd | Your first reflex is to gag. Inside is the dismembered body of an Floyd | adult female. Her arms and legs have been removed, her abdomen sliced Floyd | open and disemboweled. Where her eyes were once, empty sockets Floyd | remain. Having been drained entirely of blood, her skin is now as Floyd | pale as the clean cotton bed sheet draped across her pelvis. Floyd | Floyd | She lifts her head, and knocks it three times against the bottom of Floyd | the box. But no, you must have imagined that. She is dead. Quite Floyd | dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put foot on corpse" | ||||
Floyd | You put the severed right foot into the particle board crate. Floyd | Floyd | A mouse runs in circles, then races away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Crypt Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "talk to woman" | ||||
Floyd | You are startled to watch her jaw quiver a bit, but without a working Floyd | set of lungs the woman can't reply to your questions. Floyd | Floyd | The woman looks mournfully toward the vacant cavity in her severed Floyd | abdomen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give foot to corpse" | ||||
Floyd | The woman is both blind and mute. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "See, the author never anticipated that we'd want to put things other than organs in her abdominal cavity. Tsk, tsk." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put foot in box" | ||||
Floyd | (the particle board crate) Floyd | You put the severed right foot into the particle board crate. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "the handling of this bit is really kind of bad, yeah" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "attach foot to leg" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Maybe we have to make her some lungs." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "attach foot to body" | ||||
Floyd | But Sofia is still missing her right leg. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "but at least you didn't PUT ALL IN CRATE like I did" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Sofia" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to maga), "hahaha" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take foot" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says (to DavidW), "She doesn't have legs." | |||
| ParserGirl says, "You're trying to sew her feet to her hip bones." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'd missed that." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I suppose the legs are in the alley." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "I guess we should go collecting." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Also, I'm wondering where Nik is." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Hopefully in his office." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah. Let's start with something small." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Like eyeballs." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Galley Kitchen Floyd | You are in a galley kitchen about eight feet long, and just wide Floyd | enough for one person to turn around. On the south side facing the Floyd | dining room is a wooden prep table. On the left end of the prep table Floyd | is a mini fridge, and on the right end is a steam table. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the prep table is a flat grill. Dried rivulets of grease Floyd | ooze down the wall from the overhead vents. A narrow aisle winds Floyd | north into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Can we reach the eyeballs?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A damp sheet of newspaper has blown up against the curb. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "now hear the word of the Lord" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm hoping we can with the tongs." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "get eyes with tongs" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street East Floyd | A street-front window looks into Nikolai's bar. If you want into the Floyd | bar, you'll have to go back to the restaurant entrance, which is west Floyd | of here. There are no cars on this end of 19th Street. The sidewalk Floyd | is uneven. A curb-side storm gutter empties here into a grated storm Floyd | drain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "oh" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take eyes with tongs" | ||||
Floyd | The eyes bob on the surface of the dark pool each time you stab them Floyd | with the tongs, but after a bit of practice you succeed in removing Floyd | them from the sewer. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped five points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ha" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "How festive." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A damp sheet of newspaper has blown up against the curb. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to PG), "Quite" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "paper" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x sheet" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take paper" | ||||
Floyd | The newspaper scrap is worn and damp, rendering it almost unreadable. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "read paper" | ||||
Floyd | You read: "Sofia Kozyar, a dancer at Hannibal's Exotic Revue, Floyd | disappeared early Friday morning after leaving her place of Floyd | employment. Ms Kozyar immigrated to the US from the Ukraine on a Floyd | student visa seven years ago, then remained in this country illegally Floyd | after completing her Bachelor's degree in the fine arts. Police have Floyd | no leads in this investigation." Floyd | Floyd | The other articles on the page are illegible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Oh." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "oho" | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "r" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I can't really resist the urge to make a joke: Oh-ho." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "We never went west from here. Or is there a place south?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take glass" | ||||
Floyd | (the broken glass) Floyd | A street sweeper comes down 19th Street on the third of every month. Floyd | Let them pick up the bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street West Floyd | You are walking past the window to Goldschmidt's Pawnshop (on the Floyd | north side of 19th Street). Although the shop is closed right now, Floyd | the window provides a neat display of hocked merchandise. Nikolai's Floyd | Bar and Grill is east. To the west, the neighborhood becomes even Floyd | seedier. Floyd | Floyd | Goldschmidt's is closed for the day. The door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pawnshop" | ||||
Floyd | The carefully arranged display includes a letter opener, a saxophone Floyd | and a baby's crib. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x opener" | ||||
Floyd | The letter opener appears to be made of sterling silver. A Floyd | crucifixion scene is cast in the handle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "That looks like an item we ought to have, no?" | |||
| Gerynar says, "sure does" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | The window is marked by dozens of greasy finger prints and years of Floyd | accumulated scratch marks. It should certainly be cleaned, if not Floyd | replaced. But you can still see through well enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note window" | ||||
Floyd | You've already got a related note about the window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | (first unlocking Goldschmidt's door) Floyd | You lack a key that fits Goldschmidt's door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | You tap lightly on Goldschmidt's door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | You tap lightly on Goldschmidt's door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on door hard" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. I hope we don't have to break the window." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You probably shouldn't wander too far from your car. Go finish your Floyd | inspection at Nikolai's so you can leave this god-forsaken part of Floyd | town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | 19th Street West Floyd | You are walking past the window to Goldschmidt's Pawnshop (on the Floyd | north side of 19th Street). Although the shop is closed right now, Floyd | the window provides a neat display of hocked merchandise. Nikolai's Floyd | Bar and Grill is east. To the west, the neighborhood becomes even Floyd | seedier. Floyd | Floyd | Goldschmidt's is closed for the day. The door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crib" | ||||
Floyd | The crib is painted blue. It appears to be hand-made. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x awning" | ||||
Floyd | The green awning is made of canvas. It's faded and torn from age, and Floyd | has hand painted letters across the front. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note awning" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing noteworthy about the green awning. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||||
Floyd | Faded yellow letters across the awning once said "Nikolai's Bar and Floyd | Grill", though a more recent graffiti artist has replaced the last two Floyd | letters in black spray paint to read "Nikolai's Bar and Grist". A Floyd | more appropriate moniker, perhaps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x neon" | ||||
Floyd | A thin tube of glowing red neon curls around itself to form words. Floyd | The light flickers on and off erratically. Just looking at it is Floyd | almost seizure inducing. It says, "Hanibal's Exotic Revue." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Perhaps we need to go in there too. Since Sofia worked there." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Quite possibly." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Gather the other stuff first?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Either way." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'm not sure we should wander into a club with eyes and foot." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "back" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | All your business is on the north side of the street. Finish your Floyd | inspection so you can go home. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x revue" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks (of DW), "People might think we have a fetish?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street East Floyd | A street-front window looks into Nikolai's bar. If you want into the Floyd | bar, you'll have to go back to the restaurant entrance, which is west Floyd | of here. There are no cars on this end of 19th Street. The sidewalk Floyd | is uneven. A curb-side storm gutter empties here into a grated storm Floyd | drain. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "were there cars elsewhere?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You probably shouldn't wander too far from your car. Go finish your Floyd | inspection at Nikolai's so you can leave this god-forsaken Floyd | neighborhood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | All your business is on the north side of the street. Finish your Floyd | inspection so you can go home. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crabgrass" | ||||
Floyd | Everywhere the sidewalk is broken, crabgrass grows tenaciously. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cars" | ||||
Floyd | There are a small number of cars parked nearby, some likely abandoned. Floyd | One has been locked with the boot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x boot" | ||||
Floyd | A boot is a device used by the police to lock cars which have accrued Floyd | too many unpaid fines. The boot is secured to one of the the car's Floyd | tires, and is less expensive than having the car towed. Fortunately Floyd | parking violations are outside your jurisdiction, and your position as Floyd | a city health inspector enables you to park in many locations for Floyd | free. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search car" | ||||
Floyd | Your car is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x locked car" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take boot" | ||||
Floyd | Even if you could, the boot is police property. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x abandoned car" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tires" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, we missed the stairs up" | |||
| DavidW says, "but let's get the parts" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bar Floyd | Sunlight from the 19th Street window (south) casts an bright trapezoid Floyd | across the cork dance floor. In every other corner, the brick walls Floyd | of this unpretentious watering hole are marked by shadows. If you Floyd | don't mind risking ptomaine poisoning, Nikolai's dining room is to the Floyd | west. Otherwise, the unisex lavatory is north through a low ceiling Floyd | tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | A set of Naugahyde stools are pushed against the linoleum bar. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the bar is a dinky two basin sink with an attached faucet. In Floyd | the rinse basin is a severed left hand. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the sink is a personal stereo (held together largely with duct Floyd | tape). Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "That's to his office." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hand" | ||||
Floyd | (the severed left hand) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped five points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his | ParserGirl says, "Could we look inside the car? The boot might be the stripper's car." | |||
Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Galley Kitchen Floyd | You are in a galley kitchen about eight feet long, and just wide Floyd | enough for one person to turn around. On the south side facing the Floyd | dining room is a wooden prep table. On the left end of the prep table Floyd | is a mini fridge, and on the right end is a steam table. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the prep table is a flat grill. Dried rivulets of grease Floyd | ooze down the wall from the overhead vents. A narrow aisle winds Floyd | north into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The boot is a lock." | |||
| DavidW says, "and 'x car' showed that our car was empty" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I couldn't see how to refer to the other cars." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Oh, ok." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open fridge" | ||||
Floyd | The fridge is a few degrees colder than the rest of the room. It Floyd | contains a rotting head of lettuce. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close fridge" | ||||
Floyd | You close the mini fridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Refrigerator Floyd | Nikolai's walk-in refrigerator is kept at a few degrees above zero Floyd | Celsius. The tight dimensions of this poorly lit unit induce a sense Floyd | of claustrophobia. The textured metal walls are splashed with now dry Floyd | remnants of long ago dinner specials. The exit back to the winding Floyd | hall is east. Floyd | Floyd | A five gallon soup cauldron is pushed carelessly into one corner. Floyd | Floyd | A four tier wire shelf supports an assortment of hotel pans in varied Floyd | sizes and depths. Floyd | Floyd | A mouse runs in circles, then races away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cauldron" | ||||
Floyd | You open the soup cauldron, revealing a severed left foot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take foot" | ||||
Floyd | (the severed left foot) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped five points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "f score" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close cauldron" | ||||
Floyd | You close the soup cauldron. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill has earned a sanitation rating of -73, so far. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a severed left foot Floyd | a severed left hand Floyd | a newspaper Floyd | some pair of eyes Floyd | a severed right foot Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | A large rat turns to look at you, then runs away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "some pair of eyes?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x servingware" | ||||
Floyd | Plates, cups, saucers and silverware populate the dish rack. None of Floyd | it looks as if it has been cleaned recently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot crate, composed Floyd | mostly of particle board. A mutilated corpse lies in state. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put eyes in sockets" | ||||
Floyd | You slip each eye into its socket with a plop. The eyes rotate around Floyd | independently until they are both pointing directly toward you. Her Floyd | lips tremble. But without a working set of lungs, she can not speak. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x arms" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "Wait what about the sealed door?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, this is a little creepy." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "yeah" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We don't have a key for it." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flashlight" | ||||
Floyd | The flashlight is a pocket size model, which fell off of Angela's key Floyd | chain. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight is switched on. Floyd | Floyd | The woman bangs her head against the crate, desperate to communicate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put hand on wrist" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x body" | ||||
Floyd | The woman has been butchered. Her arms and legs have been removed. Floyd | Both legs are cut off at the hip. Her abdomen is sliced wide and Floyd | disemboweled. Yet even in death, her eyes are unnaturally animated. Floyd | They blink and track your movements intently. She's been drained of Floyd | blood leaving her skin as white as the clean cotton bed sheet draped Floyd | across her pelvis. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh. we're missing the arms too" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "She's in bad shape." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "show newspaper to woman" | ||||
Floyd | Her eyes look at you imploringly, but without a working set of lungs Floyd | her voice is mute. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop right foot and left foot and hand" | ||||
Floyd | severed right foot: Dropped. Floyd | severed left foot: Dropped. Floyd | severed left hand: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "I think we need to find a way to open the buffalo grinder" | |||
| DavidW asks, "suggestions?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh yeah, that too." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "hrm" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x tongs" | ||||
Floyd | A pair of 10 inch stainless steel fry tongs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We don't really have implements." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a newspaper Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think we need the letter opener to open the grinder." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh yeah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Not to mention the convenient crucifix which adorns the letter opener." | ||||
| DavidW says, "We can scope the upstairs yet. Or try to break the pawnshop window." | ||||
| Gerynar asks, "what about the tongs? could they be used like a scredriver?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "no, we tried that." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "sorry, missed it" | ||||
| Jacqueline removes Gerynar's eyes with the tongs to teach him a lesson about paying attention. | ||||
| ParserGirl goes home. | Jacqueline says (to Gerynar), "Don't worry, we can put them back whenever." | |||
| DavidW says, "It's en route, we can try it again." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "i candtttt tyd wiffwout mf yses" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove screw with tongs" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to remove the screw. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline puts Gerynar's eyes back in so he'll quit whining. | |||
| ParserGirl arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn screw with tongs" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the screw. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take screw with tongs" | Jacqueline says (to Gerynar), "There." | |||
Floyd | The screw can safely be grasped without the aid of the pair of tongs, Floyd | so you try taking the screw without the pair of tongs. Floyd | Floyd | You'd need to unscrew that to take it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl gets bored and wanders off to the Toyshop. | ||||
| ParserGirl arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Gerynar says, "thanks" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Sure." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unscrew screw with tongs" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to unscrew the screw. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take screw" | ||||
Floyd | You'd need to unscrew that to take it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unscrew screw" | ||||
Floyd | The screw is rusted in place. Your only other alternative for Floyd | inspecting the blade is to reach in the trough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "reach in trough" | ||||
Floyd | You reach under the cover of the trough and cautiously poke around. Floyd | Wedged against the blade is a pulpy mass of sinewy entrails. With Floyd | some effort, you jerk the entrails free from the blade. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, and without warning, the buffalo chopper roars to life. Floyd | Your sleeve catches against the rusty blade, which stalls momentarily, Floyd | but seizes your arm deeper into the device. Then the blade spins once Floyd | again. At first you're not even sure what has happened, but you hear Floyd | a crunching noise, and feel faint from a sudden drop in blood Floyd | pressure. With a rush of endorphins, you yank your arm free from the Floyd | buffalo chopper, and collapse on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | You are missing a hand. If you don't act quickly, you will die. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Use the tourniquette!" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, or undo." | ||||
| ParserGirl asks, "Ooh, what happened? Did we go upstairs?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think we ought to get that hand back." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "can I go get the hand and try this again?" | ||||
| ParserGirl asks, "How did we lose a hand?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "we reached in the trough" | ||||
| ParserGirl asks, "We got it unscrewed?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "and the grinder turned on and caught our sleeve." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "the screw is rusted" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We did NOT get the screw off." | ||||
| Ellison says, "the good news is, our hand tastes DELICIOUS!" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Get entrails with tongs?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "May I please get the hand?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Ellison), "I don't know. I think I prefer it deli sliced." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Sure." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ParserGirl says, "eek" | |||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot crate, composed Floyd | mostly of particle board. A mutilated corpse lies in state. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a severed left hand, a severed left foot and a Floyd | severed right foot here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hand" | ||||
Floyd | (the severed left hand) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. This machine probably harbors more than a hundred Floyd | varieties of pathogens and therefore deserves quite careful attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take meat with tongs" | ||||
Floyd | Ground meat can safely be grasped without the aid of the pair of Floyd | tongs, so you try taking ground meat without the pair of tongs. Floyd | Floyd | The lukewarm puree drips through your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x meat" | ||||
Floyd | A soupy puree of ground organ meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take off shirt" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a severed left hand Floyd | a newspaper Floyd | a tourniquet Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | So long as you represent the city health department, you'd best keep Floyd | your clothes on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "roll up sleeves" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "'The lukewarm puree drips through your fingers.' might make a good disconnect." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "reach in trough" | ||||
Floyd | You reach under the cover of the trough and cautiously poke around. Floyd | Wedged against the blade is a pulpy mass of sinewy entrails. With Floyd | some effort, you jerk the entrails free from the blade. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, and without warning, the buffalo chopper roars to life. Floyd | Your sleeve catches against the rusty blade, which stalls momentarily, Floyd | but seizes your arm deeper into the device. Then the blade spins once Floyd | again. At first you're not even sure what has happened, but you hear Floyd | a crunching noise, and feel faint from a sudden drop in blood Floyd | pressure. With a rush of endorphins, you yank your arm free from the Floyd | buffalo chopper, and collapse on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | You are missing a hand. If you don't act quickly, you will die. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put tourniquette on arm" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "use tourniquet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You fight against excruciating pain to perform even the simplest Floyd | actions. Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a severed left hand Floyd | a newspaper Floyd | a tourniquet | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear tourniquet" | ||||
Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Fighting against the most severe pain, you twist the tourniquet into Floyd | place. The flow of blood gradually ceases. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later your right hand and the entrails which had been Floyd | blocking the blade are ejected from the chopper at high velocity. Floyd | They land on the floor nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh - wear" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Right" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Jeeez." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take right hand, entrails" | ||||
Floyd | severed right hand: Taken. Floyd | entrails: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yay 'ejected at high velocity.' That makes no sense, but it's a vivid mental image." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x entrails" | ||||
Floyd | The entrails have been through a buffalo chopper, rendering the Floyd | specific organs almost indistinguishable. A muscular tube which Floyd | resembles sausage casing might be the intestines. A bit of gray Floyd | matter might be some lung. A darker spot of pulp could be the heart. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "wear hand" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the severed right hand or the severed left hand? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||
Floyd | You can't wear that! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Only a bloodied stump remains where your hand used to be, tied safely Floyd | (for now) by a tourniquet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "There is nothing that would stop me from high-tailing it to a hospital right now." | |||
| DavidW says, "Somehow, I think Sofia will get our right hand instead of us." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "See, I wanted to call the cops earlier, but you all were all 'there is no phone' or some such." | ||||
| DavidW asks (of PG), "Care to try?" | ||||
| Ellison says, "it's at this point in the game that the player starts to suspect that Nikolai might not pass the health inspection" | ||||
| maga says, "I think the only way you can work PC motivation here is mind control" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Only now, when it's our body parts we're finding, do you want to call off the inspection." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to DW), "It's just sort of unsettling." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Ellison), "Oh, I don't know. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, y'know?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think we ought to give Sofia her entrails." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sure." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "I think that'd be a good idea" | ||||
| DavidW says, "She might have useful info to tell us." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n.d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot crate, composed Floyd | mostly of particle board. A mutilated corpse lies in state. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a severed left foot and a severed right foot here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "though, I think she still needs a tongue" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Do entrails include lungs?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I guess they must." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I mean, not normally, but in this game." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "There was a piece of them in there, yes." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put entrials in abdomen" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "oops entrails" | ||||
Floyd | You hear the slurp and gurgle of aspirating fluids as each organ Floyd | settles into its proper location. Peristaltic waves shiver through Floyd | the newly reformed intestines. The heart murmurs. Even the lungs Floyd | gasp for another breath. Then, as if these miracles weren't Floyd | startling enough, The entire abdomen zips shut, leaving nothing more Floyd | than a scar. Floyd | Floyd | To your shock and horror, the woman whispers "Thank you. My name is Floyd | Sofia Kozyar. I would appreciate if you could find the rest of me." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "put entrails in abdomen" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about sofia" | ||||
Floyd | "I am Sofia Kozyar. But enough about me, Darling. Tell me a little Floyd | more about yourself." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell sofia about me" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia coos, "You're an attractive fellow. Why don't you lean in and Floyd | give me a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "My" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "nooooo" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about restaurant" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia laughs, "Have you sampled the food here? Simply abysmal." Floyd | Floyd | Sofia remarks, "You're a pretty one, my pet." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Oh, why not?" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about hand" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the severed right hand or the severed left hand? Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "this is how I met my last girlfriend!" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about right hand" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia examines the severed right hand carefully. "You carry around so Floyd | many curious things." Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "I think sofia's the vampire" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about nikolai" | ||||
Floyd | "Nikolai is a dying brute, but even with his affliction I fear he is Floyd | still more powerful than you, Darling. You must help me escape. I Floyd | can subdue him, then we can rule his roost as Queen and King. Won't Floyd | that be delightful?" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Gerynar), "well, duh. One of the two." | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about herself" | ||||
Floyd | "I am Sofia Kozyar. But enough about me, Darling. Tell me a little Floyd | more about yourself." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "tell her about me" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia coos, "You're an attractive fellow. Why don't you lean in and Floyd | give me a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's kiss her. There's always undo." | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "kiss sofia" | ||||
Floyd | You lean in to offer the woman a soft peck on the cheek. Quite | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "kiss sofia" | ||||
Floyd | suddenly her head spins, and her teeth seize your neck. You struggle Floyd | to keep her from pulling you into her coffin. A moment later you are Floyd | released. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a warm trickle of blood on your neck, but she merely smiles Floyd | as if nothing had happened. Floyd | She coos, "Darling, you kiss marvelously." Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says (to Jacqueline), "not to mention AGAIN" | |||
Floyd | Once bitten, twice shy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "YAY" | |||
| maga says, "I like walks along the beach, the icy caress of the crypt, and good parallel parking" | ||||
| DavidW says, "fine. Let me know when we have it out of our systems." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "You HATE parallel parking." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Now we can become a vampire and fix our hand." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about angela" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "Nikolai feeds on her like she's a trough. I pity that Floyd | worn out serving wench." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about vampirism" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about vampire" | ||||
Floyd | "The world is wide open and mysterious. Anything is possible, don't Floyd | you think?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about legs" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to Jacq), "someone recently said of Twilight 'You can tell this is a teen novel because the heroine is *really impressed* by good parallel parking'" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about key" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "show newspaper to sofia" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia scans the article. "I'm so happy you discovered me in this Floyd | tomb, when even the police could not." Floyd | Floyd | Sofia says, "I like when you talk to me." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Heehee. Oh." | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask her about blood" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "For the record, it's out of my system." | |||
| DavidW says, "hm, so far, no useful info" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about pawnshop" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Just to confirm an earlier suspicion." | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about kiss" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about car" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, the each turn thing is getting a touch redundant." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sofia about alley door" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia says, "I like talking to you. Why don't you lean in and give me Floyd | a little kiss?" Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "christ, woman, I love my cigar but I take it out of my mouth from time to time" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your severed right hand Floyd | a severed left hand Floyd | a newspaper Floyd | a tourniquet (being worn) Floyd | a pair of tongs Floyd | a flashlight (providing light) | DavidW says, "ha ha" | |||
Floyd | a notepad Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Thank you, Groucho." | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "show tourniquet to sofia" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia examines the tourniquet carefully. "You carry around so many Floyd | curious things." Floyd | Floyd | Sofia moves her head to follow your motions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl asks, "Should we try his office?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Sofia has failed to give us info. So office or break a pawnshop window, yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Pawnshop?" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "The one with the crucifix thing." | ||||
| DavidW says, "There's a pawnshop down the street." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Yeah, that's the pawnshop, isn't it? The crucifix place?" | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x neck" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "'the crucifix place', yes. (sigh)" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sorry." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Just clearing it up for poor PG, who has been forced to work while we play." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I suppose we'll call the lav the 'excrement place' next." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We could, sure." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Jacqueline), "I just managed to catch that bit about the stores, but darned if I could tell you where they were." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, I'm not sure we want to give this chyk legs. She seems dangerous." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "She is dangerous, yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, dangerous + mobile = anemia, so." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "I get off my shift at five (hopefully)." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I have to leave in less than an hour." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "But Vimes is logging, not me." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "l" | maga says, "insert obligatory Black Knight joke" | |||
Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot crate, composed Floyd | mostly of particle board. Sofia lies in state. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a severed left foot and a severed right foot here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "So my departure doesn't complicate things." | |||
| DavidW asks, "can we go up?" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "I'd love ot" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sure" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Galley Kitchen Floyd | You are in a galley kitchen about eight feet long, and just wide Floyd | enough for one person to turn around. On the south side facing the Floyd | dining room is a wooden prep table. On the left end of the prep table Floyd | is a mini fridge, and on the right end is a steam table. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the prep table is a flat grill. Dried rivulets of grease Floyd | ooze down the wall from the overhead vents. A narrow aisle winds Floyd | north into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Since the last time you were here, Nikolai has managed to transport Floyd | himself down those treacherous steps to the Dining Room. He sits on Floyd | one of those tiny dining room chairs, which appears barely capable of Floyd | supporting his weight. Angela has returned from her bread run. She Floyd | sits across Nikolai's lap, scarcely conscious, with just a trace of Floyd | blood dribbling from twin teeth marks in her neck. Nikolai looks up Floyd | from her neck, with blood stains on his own fat face, "You're next, Floyd | Mr. Health Inspector. I knew you'd cause me trouble when you walked Floyd | in here." Floyd | Floyd | Since your last tour through the dining room, Nikolai has locked and Floyd | barred the front door to prevent your escape. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "eeek" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "Well, at least we can go upstairs." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | ||||
Floyd | In the mirror you see The window is scratched, but intact. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | About twelve tables are closely spaced within the small location. Floyd | Floyd | Dozens of identical chairs are pushed snug against the four top Floyd | tables. Floyd | You also see Angela's body, Nikolai and yourself. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai grins at you and licks his lips. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "Huh. He has a reflection." | |||
| DavidW says, "And Angela is a 'body' now." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "yikes" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask nikolai about sofia" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai pales. "I don't know who you're talking about." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "ask him about angela" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask nikolai about key" | ||||
Floyd | "She'd be better with a little catsup. Watch out, you're next." Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Nikolai growls, "I lose a lot of business because of you." Floyd | Floyd | A tiny brown mouse dashes out of view. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x angela" | ||||
Floyd | Angela is a dark haired woman, not quite 50, now unconscious. Her Floyd | neck and shoulders are marked by numerous scars. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai shifts his weight. The chair creaks. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "so, upstairs?" | |||
| ParserGirl says, "Quite so" | ||||
| maga says (to Nikolai), "I dunno, with a joint like yours rumours of vampirism can only help" | ||||
| DavidW says, "since the pawnshop is unavailable now." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai pursues you up the stairs, huffing and wheezing from the Floyd | effort. You double your speed just in time to escape his reach. Floyd | Nikolai is left stranded and out of breath back on the fifth step. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai's Office Floyd | Nikolai's office is an ill-maintained balcony sky box above his Floyd | restaurant. A window looks out over the restaurant. But as you could Floyd | see earlier, the dining room side is mirrored such that employees and Floyd | guests can't see in. A rickety set of steps leads back to the main Floyd | floor. The plaster walls are water stained and cracked. A single Floyd | unfrosted bulb hangs from the ceiling by a loose wire. Mounds of Floyd | unpaid invoices litter Nikolai's wooden desk. Floyd | Floyd | On Nikolai's desk are a brass key and a book. Floyd | Floyd | A plastic pitcher sits on the floor in the corner of the office, Floyd | filled with some foamy amber liquid. Floyd | Floyd | Your heart is racing. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a mouse scurrying through the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "The mice seem to be the least of our worries, but I'm glad we keep noticing it anyway." | |||
| ParserGirl says, "FAT VAMPIRE" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x book" | ||||
Floyd | The volume is small and weather-beaten. The cover is so dark you can Floyd | scarcely read the title: "Lore of the Vampires". Chapters are written Floyd | in several different languages. Many of the pages are stained. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "VAMPIRES?!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Alex says (to Jacqueline), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that vampires are FREAKY SCARY." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "haha" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So true." | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "lock door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "push desk" | ||||
Floyd | It is fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pitcher" | ||||
Floyd | This is a one quart plastic pitcher, just like those used in the bar Floyd | or dining room for delivering beer to customers. Floyd | Floyd | In the plastic pitcher is an amber liquid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell liquid" | ||||
Floyd | You are overwhelmed by an ammonia odor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "ewwww" | |||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x key" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the brass key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Office Floyd | Nikolai's office is an ill-maintained balcony sky box above his Floyd | restaurant. A window looks out over the restaurant. But as you could Floyd | see earlier, the dining room side is mirrored such that employees and Floyd | guests can't see in. A rickety set of steps leads back to the main Floyd | floor. The plaster walls are water stained and cracked. A single Floyd | unfrosted bulb hangs from the ceiling by a loose wire. Mounds of Floyd | unpaid invoices litter Nikolai's wooden desk. Floyd | Floyd | On Nikolai's desk is a book. Floyd | Floyd | A plastic pitcher sits on the floor in the corner of the office, Floyd | filled with some foamy amber liquid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | This window allows Nikolai to observe his staff and customers from the Floyd | privacy of his own office. A man his size, and in such poor physical Floyd | condition, can't easily navigate those steps. To communicate, Nikolai Floyd | barks insults at the people in his Dining Room below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's has an old aluminum desk. It is painted olive drab in Floyd | places, and gray where the enamel has chipped away. Floyd | Floyd | On Nikolai's desk are mounds of unpaid invoices and a book. Floyd | Floyd | A cockroach scurries across the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x invoices" | ||||
Floyd | Some of these invoices are dated from months ago. It seems that Floyd | Nikolai isn't very timely about paying his bills. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's has an old aluminum desk. It is painted olive drab in Floyd | places, and gray where the enamel has chipped away. Floyd | Floyd | On Nikolai's desk are mounds of unpaid invoices and a book. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take book" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny brown mouse dashes out of view. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||||
Floyd | You read: "Lore of the Vampires". Two chapter titles catch your Floyd | attention: "Vampire Culture" and "Killing Vampires". Most of the Floyd | remaining chapters are written in an unfamiliar Slavic language. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read vampire culture" | ||||
Floyd | You read: Vampire Culture. Floyd | Floyd | Bratislavan vampires, like their Transylvanian cousins, require Floyd | nightly aliquots of blood for their continued immortality. But unlike Floyd | the Transylvanians, who are mostly solitary in habit, the Bratislavan Floyd | vampires fight actively amongst themselves for territory, a stable of Floyd | victims and general dominance. The most dominant vampire in a given Floyd | territory is the arch-vampire. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read killing vampires" | ||||
Floyd | You read: Killing Vampires Floyd | Floyd | Methods for warding or killing a vampire are so widely known, they are Floyd | now almost clich?. For warding: either a wreath of garlic or a Floyd | wooden cross worn around the neck should effectively ward off both the Floyd | Bratislavan and Transylvanian type vampires. For killing, only a Floyd | weapon made of silver has any permanent effect. Floyd | Floyd | Of course one is not likely to find these implements (garlic, crosses, Floyd | or silver weapons) in the vampire's own abode. This creates a problem Floyd | for Bratislavan vampires who desire nothing so much as to kill and Floyd | dominate their rivals. They achieve this without the use of silver Floyd | (which might be turned against them) by dismembering their opponents Floyd | and scattering the remaining parts as widely as possible. Yet even Floyd | this gruesome ritual is impermanent. The dismembered parts of a Floyd | vampire retain their own force of will, and strive to reassemble Floyd | themselves by whatever means available. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "huh, I think I missed that when I played through this game" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Back alley with the key?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "next, I mean?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That was my thought for the key, yes." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "sounds good to me" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela's unconscious body is propped like a rag doll across Nikolai's Floyd | corpulent lap. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai is here, lapping blood from Angela's neck. He shoots you a Floyd | look of contempt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Galley Kitchen Floyd | You are in a galley kitchen about eight feet long, and just wide Floyd | enough for one person to turn around. On the south side facing the Floyd | dining room is a wooden prep table. On the left end of the prep table Floyd | is a mini fridge, and on the right end is a steam table. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the prep table is a flat grill. Dried rivulets of grease Floyd | ooze down the wall from the overhead vents. A narrow aisle winds Floyd | north into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | sealed tight. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | A cockroach scuttles up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key" | ||||
Floyd | You unlock the alley door. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a mouse scurrying through the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | You open the alley door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Back Alley Floyd | Windowless brick walls rise three stories on either side of you, Floyd | blocking out most of the sunlight. The cobbled alley slopes down hill Floyd | at a dangerous pitch. You won't be able to get back to the street Floyd | from here however, as the top of the alley ends in a dead end, and the Floyd | bottom is securely gated, locked from the other side Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the brick. It leads south back to Floyd | the dish room. The door is open. Floyd | Floyd | A rectangular green dumpster is parked at the dead end. Greasy Floyd | effluent leaks from the sides and bottom, meandering downhill between Floyd | the cobbles to form a slick but irregular path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "note effluent" | ||||
Floyd | Your writing hand has been amputated. You need to find a way back to Floyd | your car and get some help! Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha ha" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hooray" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x dumpster" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see inside, since the green dumpster is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | You open the green dumpster, revealing a tangled mound of putrefying Floyd | human limbs: a severed left arm, a severed right arm, a severed left Floyd | leg and a severed right leg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all from it" | ||||
Floyd | severed left arm: Taken. Floyd | severed right arm: Taken. Floyd | severed left leg: Taken. Floyd | severed right leg: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | [Nikolai's sanitation rating has dropped twenty points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Remember my warning." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Although..." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x left arm" | ||||
Floyd | A bloodied left arm, hacked off at the shoulder and at the hand. | Jacqueline asks, "She's going to go after him, right?" | |||
Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "probably" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hopefully." | ||||
| DavidW says, "She'll certainly see Nikolai as the greater danger, once she's mobile." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x brick" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gate" | ||||
Floyd | The formidable steel gate can not be opened from this side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | open. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Crypt Floyd | The edges and corners of this brown room are rounded by accumulated Floyd | cobweb nets, making it look more like a small cave than an urban Floyd | underground. Moldy pylons and concrete extrusions resemble Floyd | stalagmites. Wet cardboard boxes stacked along the wall contain empty Floyd | unrecycled liquor bottles. The humid air smells of death. Floyd | Floyd | You could escape through the drain pipe in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the room is a three foot by six foot crate, composed Floyd | mostly of particle board. Sofia lies in state. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a severed left foot and a severed right foot here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take left foot and right foot" | ||||
Floyd | severed left foot: Taken. Floyd | severed right foot: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put left arm on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | Almost before you release it, the left arm wriggles snakelike into Floyd | location near the woman's shoulder. Muscle and sinew, then skin all Floyd | regenerate between the disjointed limb and body. The air crackles. Floyd | Your nose burns with the stench of cauterized flesh. Floyd | Floyd | The woman flexes her left arm. She coos, "it still tingles. But Floyd | Darling, you must still bring me my hand." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put right arm on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | You hear a sudden crack, like bone breaking in reverse. Skin and Floyd | tissue then grow over the freshly attached right arm at stop-action Floyd | speed. Floyd | Floyd | The woman flexes her right arm. She coos, "it still tingles. But Floyd | Sweetie, you must still bring me my hand." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put left leg on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | The left leg doesn't fit into its socket at quite the right angle. Floyd | Sofia grimaces as it twists into place. The skin which grows over is Floyd | purple and gangrenous. But not a moment later the gangrenous stench Floyd | has disipated and the skin color fades to a mottled bruise. Floyd | Floyd | The woman flexes her left leg. She coos, "it still tingles. But Floyd | Darling, you must still bring me my foot." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put right leg on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | Sofia looks with excitement as you lower the final limb into her Floyd | coffin. She leans toward you so that the right leg locks into exactly Floyd | the right place. The air crackles more loudly than before, filling Floyd | the entire room with the smoke and stench of cauterization. Floyd | Floyd | The woman flexes her right leg. She coos, "it still tingles. But Floyd | Sweetie, you must still bring me my foot." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put left foot on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue Floyd | regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working leg. Floyd | Floyd | A large rat turns to look at you, then runs away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put right foot on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue Floyd | regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working leg. Floyd | Floyd | Sofia says, "I like when you talk to me." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put left hand on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue Floyd | regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working arm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put right hand on sofia" | ||||
Floyd | The air is filled with a smell of searing flesh. Muscle and tissue Floyd | regenerate unnaturally to produce a whole working arm. Floyd | Floyd | Sofia's body levitates out of her coffin until she has risen nearly to Floyd | the ceiling. Then she rotates upright to face you, still suspended at Floyd | least four feet above the ground. Floyd | Floyd | "You have done good work today, my little hero. And since I fancy Floyd | you, I will now help you escape." Floyd | "You are a sharp fellow. By now I expect you've figured out the Floyd | situation on your own and I don't have to belabor my strained Floyd | relationship with Nikolai. We are both, to put it crudely, vampires. Floyd | When I moved into the neighborhood a few years ago, he still had the Floyd | power to subordinate me. But I knew he was being weakened by diabetes Floyd | and it would not be long before I would inherit his territory. Floyd | Nikolai knew this as well. So to prevent my challenge to his Floyd | dominance he had me abducted and slaughtered." Floyd | Floyd | Sofia smiles. "Now, I suppose, is the time for my revenge." She Floyd | levitates out of this location to the dish room, then out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | open. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Crypt Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in crate" | ||||
Floyd | The particle board crate is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dish Room Floyd | On entering the dish room you are overwhelmed by the astringent smell Floyd | of fresh bleach. You would welcome this as evidence of sanitation, Floyd | except that in such high concentrations bleach is actually toxic. Floyd | Already you're feeling a little nauseous. A hall winds south into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You step cautiously around the open drain cover. Floyd | Floyd | A warped wooden door is set into the cement north wall. The door is Floyd | open. Floyd | Floyd | The largest fixture in this location is a straight unit dish machine, Floyd | with a stainless steel dish table on either side. Floyd | Floyd | On the dish table is a dish rack (in which are some servingware). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Hall Floyd | A narrow hall twists and winds from the prep kitchen (south) to the Floyd | dish room (north). A walk-in refrigerator is west of here. During Floyd | every dinner shift, smoke from the kitchen drifts down this hall and Floyd | deposits an oily film against the brown wall. Floyd | Floyd | Mounted on the wall is a first aid kit. Floyd | Floyd | A formidable buffalo chopper is parked against one corner of this Floyd | twisting labyrinth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Galley Kitchen Floyd | You are in a galley kitchen about eight feet long, and just wide Floyd | enough for one person to turn around. On the south side facing the Floyd | dining room is a wooden prep table. On the left end of the prep table Floyd | is a mini fridge, and on the right end is a steam table. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the prep table is a flat grill. Dried rivulets of grease Floyd | ooze down the wall from the overhead vents. A narrow aisle winds Floyd | north into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Angela is dead on the floor, her life force sucked dry. Blood and Floyd | other pieces of Nikolai are scattered around the room as if he had Floyd | swallowed a hand grenade. The front door is blasted open. Yet there Floyd | was no hand grenade which did this. The largest part of his remains Floyd | have landed on a table. Sofia levitates magically above them, lapping Floyd | the blood from his various wounds. Floyd | Floyd | She is, at present, unaware that you've entered the room. Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela lies dead on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai's remains are scattered throughout the room. Floyd | Floyd | Sofia hovers several feet above the dining room tables, lapping blood Floyd | from Nikolai's remains. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "my" | |||
| Gerynar says, "that's one fast vampire" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "we can escape?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "(or try to)" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, just to gauge the group opinion, people often ask which IF is good for kids new to the idea of interactive fiction. I know we're not done with this one yet, but would you recommend it for such a list?" | ||||
| Lucea says, "without hesitation" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Probably not." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Lucea), "yay" | ||||
| Dave arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Gerynar says, "not for kids, until they're at least oh 14 or so" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "She said she'd help us... think she will?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Gerynar), "HA" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "True, dat." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The door is open, so she kinda has." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x remains" | ||||
Floyd | Nikolai's Remains cover nearly every exposed surface of the room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | ||||
Floyd | In the mirror you see The window is scratched, but intact. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela lies dead on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | About twelve tables are closely spaced within the small location. Floyd | Floyd | Dozens of identical chairs are pushed snug against the four top Floyd | tables. Floyd | You also see yourself, Nikolai and Sofia. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Dave), "fwiw, I was joking... this is not the sort of game Textfyre should consider writing." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take placard" | ||||
Floyd | That seems to be a part of the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Or perhaps your entering the room was not connected to my comment about IF for kids." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street West Floyd | You are walking past the window to Goldschmidt's Pawnshop (on the Floyd | north side of 19th Street). Although the shop is closed right now, Floyd | the window provides a neat display of hocked merchandise. Nikolai's Floyd | Bar and Grill is east. To the west, the neighborhood becomes even Floyd | seedier. Floyd | Floyd | Goldschmidt's is closed for the day. The door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break window" | ||||
Floyd | The window shatters, dropping shards of glass on both sides. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take letter opener" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the wail of distant sirens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 19th Street Floyd | You are standing in front of Nikolai's Bar and Grill on 19th Street. Floyd | A green awning shades the smudged window into Nikolai's dining room. Floyd | The front entrance is north of you. Floyd | Floyd | The east/west sidewalk here is cracked and uneven, pocked by clumps of Floyd | crabgrass. A storm gutter is built into the curb, littered with Floyd | broken bottles. Across the street a neon sign flickers erratically. Floyd | A few cars are parked nearby (including yours), but otherwise you see Floyd | no evidence that anyone visits this neighborhood past daybreak. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh right, the silver thing." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | The restaurant area of Nikolai's is relatively small: no more than a Floyd | dozen four top tables, many still littered with yesterday's crumbs. A Floyd | larger bar area--the primary source of revenue here--lies to the east. Floyd | A rickety staircase leads to small balcony outside Nikolai's office Floyd | loft. A wide mirror is mounted on the wall high above, right near his Floyd | office entrance. Floyd | Floyd | On the south end of the room, a long window provides an unattractive Floyd | view of the street. The galley kitchen is north of here. Floyd | Floyd | An aluminum placard is fixed to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Angela lies dead on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai's remains are scattered throughout the room. Floyd | Floyd | Sofia hovers several feet above the dining room tables, lapping blood Floyd | from Nikolai's remains. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kill sofia with letter opener" | ||||
Floyd | Though it feels awkward to strike with your left hand, the letter Floyd | opener slides into Sofia's chest as easily as a hot knife through Floyd | butter. Sofia's mouth drops. Her expression speaks a sense of Floyd | betrayal. Then her body is overcome with epileptic seizures. You are Floyd | deafened by a momentary blast of thunder. Sofia has disintegrated. Floyd | Nothing remains but fly-size specks of blood and tissue painted Floyd | against walls and ceiling. You race to your car to vacate the Floyd | neighborhood before police arrive. Floyd | Floyd | You read in the newspaper the next day that police are unable to Floyd | explain the carnage and gore they discovered at Nikolai's Bar and Floyd | Grill that morning. Police are still looking for the culprit. Floyd | Floyd | As for you, you are happy to have destroyed a coven of vampires. It Floyd | is a shame that you became afflicted by the means of Sofia's kiss. Floyd | Now every night you find yourself trolling the streets for your own Floyd | stable of victims. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill earned a final sanitation rating of -113. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions Floyd | for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "amusing" | ||||
Floyd | "Afflicted" features a variety of possible endings, depending on what Floyd | point in the game the player enters their car; whether or not the Floyd | player calls police to the scene by breaking a window; whether or not Floyd | the player has been kissed by Sofia; and ultimately whether or not the Floyd | player chooses to kill sofia in the final scene. Floyd | Floyd | For additional entertainment, have you tried: Floyd | Killing yourself with the letter opener (when afflicted, or not)? Floyd | Using the toilet? Floyd | Kissing each of the NPCs? Floyd | Typing "xyzzy"? Floyd | Drinking the "beer" in Nikolai's office? Floyd | Wearing the tourniquet prior to losing your hand? Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions Floyd | for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oops... we didn't undo after that kiss." | |||
| Dave has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Ellison says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Ellison says (to floyd), "kill me with opener" | ||||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions Floyd | for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "kill me with opener" | ||||
Floyd | You are surprised at how easily the letter opener pierces your body, Floyd | and shocked at how much pain it causes. Your body convulses in Floyd | epileptic fits. That pain seems to continue for an eternity. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You've been exorcised. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nikolai's Bar and Grill earned a final sanitation rating of -113. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I'm glad to get the final sanitation rating, since I was eternally worried about that." | |||
| Ellison says, "ha" | ||||
| DavidW says, "anyway, we managed to finish before you had to jet" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Indeed we did." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "You guys going to try different endings, or call it good?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Like I said, matters not for Floyd, as I'm not the one logging." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think I may head off." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'm done, I think. I don't have a burning need to see the other endings." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Thanks for the game, and for picking it. I'll be around tomorrow and will try to get everything finished up. After today we're on hiatus, though, until after the comp." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Right." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "I'm done as well, I have to do some work" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "(By everything, I mean transcripts and such.)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sounds good, guys. Thanks for the game!" | ||||
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