  
ClubFloyd Transcript:
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.
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ToyShop & Floyditorium
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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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Floyd ] The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind
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Floyd | A N C H O R H E A D
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Floyd | [Press 'R' to restore; any other key to begin]
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| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
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Floyd | November, 1997.
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Floyd | You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to
Floyd | spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that
Floyd | blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the
Floyd | little coastal town of Anchorhead.
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Floyd | Squinting up into the glowering storm, you wonder how everything
Floyd | managed to happen so fast. The strange phone call over a month ago,
Floyd | from a lawyer claiming to represent the estate of some distant branch
Floyd | of Michael's family, was bewildering enough in itself... but then the
Floyd | sudden whirlwind of planning and decisions, legal details and travel
Floyd | arrangements, the packing up and shipping away of your entire home,
Floyd | your entire life...
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Floyd | Now suddenly here you are, after driving for the past two days
Floyd | straight, over a thousand miles away from the familiar warmth of
Floyd | Texas, getting ready to move into the ancestral mansion of a clan of
Floyd | relatives so far removed that not even Michael has ever heard of them.
Floyd | And you've only been married since June and none of this was any of
Floyd | your idea in the first place, and already it's starting to rain.
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Floyd | These days, you often find yourself feeling confused and uprooted.
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Floyd | You shake yourself and force the melancholy thoughts from your head,
Floyd | trying to focus on the errand at hand. You're to meet with the real
Floyd | estate agent and pick up the keys to your new house while Michael runs
Floyd | across town to take care of some paperwork at the university. He'll be
Floyd | back to pick you up in a few minutes, and then the two of you can
Floyd | begin the long, precarious process of settling in.
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Floyd | A sullen belch emanates from the clouds, and the rain starts coming
Floyd | down harder -- fat, cold drops smacking loudly against the
Floyd | cobblestones. Shouldn't it be snowing in New England at this time of
Floyd | year? With a sigh, you open your umbrella.
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Floyd | Welcome to Anchorhead...
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| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE FIRST DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern Floyd ] sea was upon me. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | You look good, considering. A bit rattled by recent events, perhaps, Floyd | but well-poised and collected, all the same. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your wedding ring, your trenchcoat and your clothes; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hand your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat are empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "So, do we need a driver?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I don't recall." | ||
| Knight_Otu is ignorant. | ||
| DavidW says, "Later, but not now." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I don't think so right now." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | Olive green, with a hook-shaped handle. It's a handy little thing, Floyd | when it rains. It's currently open. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | The clouds overhead mutter restlessly to themselves. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "Yeah, my distant memory is that later timing will matter but not now." | |
| DavidW says, "I bet that hook handle is important." | ||
| DavidW says, "I see an umbrella in an IF and I think of fire escapes." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Arm extension?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "heh." | ||
| DavidW says (to KO), "yeah." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "God, it's so obvious, and yet I do not think of that when I read that description." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > KNOCK ON DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You rap on the glass sharply, peering through it into the dark room Floyd | inside. Nobody answers. Strange; you just talked to the real estate Floyd | agent -- Miss Benson, you think it was -- yesterday. She was going to Floyd | meet you here. Floyd | Floyd | The rain slackens off momentarily to a weak drizzle, then returns Floyd | afresh in a brief, freezing downpour. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I say go into that alley to the SE." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Alleys always seem like a great place to go. Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Alley Floyd | This narrow aperture between two buildings is nearly blocked with Floyd | piles of rotting cardboard boxes and overstuffed garbage cans. Ugly, Floyd | half-crumbling brick walls to either side totter oppressively over Floyd | you. The alley ends here at a tall, wooden fence. Floyd | Floyd | High up on the wall of the northern building there is a narrow, Floyd | transom-style window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cans" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > X CANS Floyd | Floyd | The metal garbage cans are stuffed to overflowing with slowly Floyd | decomposing refuse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > X WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | It's about eighteen inches wide and a foot tall, with hinges along the Floyd | top that allow it to swing out. It's currently closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb cans" | ||
Floyd ] Alley, on the garbage can day one Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB CANS Floyd | Floyd | You clamber onto the wobbling garbage can, precariously balanced. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||
Floyd ] Alley, on the garbage can day one Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | Hmm. You still can't quite reach, because the garbage can is too far Floyd | away from the wall. Perhaps if you pushed it closer... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||
Floyd ] Alley, on the garbage can day one Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | Hmm. You still can't quite reach, because the garbage can is too far Floyd | away from the wall. Perhaps if you pushed it closer... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you descend. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh dear." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push can" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH CAN Floyd | Floyd | You push the garbage cans around aimlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Fine, Michael Gentry. Fine." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push can under window" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH CAN UNDER WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | Grunting and holding your breath, you manhandle one of the filthy cans Floyd | under the window. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Perfectly sensible things do to." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on can" | ||
Floyd ] Alley, on the garbage can day one Floyd | Floyd | > STAND ON CAN Floyd | Floyd | You clamber onto the wobbling garbage can, precariously balanced. You Floyd | can just reach the lower edge of the window from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||
Floyd ] Alley, on the garbage can day one Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | You open the transom window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | (closing the umbrella first) Floyd | It's a tight squeeze, but you just manage to wriggle through, dropping Floyd | quietly to the floor inside. Floyd | Floyd | File Room Floyd | Peering through the murk, you can make out the blocky outlines of Floyd | filing cabinets lining the walls and a doorway to the west. A window Floyd | high up on the south wall lets in a very faint illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cabinets" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > X CABINETS Floyd | Floyd | There must be hundreds of files here, too many to browse through. Floyd | You'll have to look up something specific if you want to find Floyd | anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I find it interesting that our character thought nothing of breaking and entering." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up me in cabinets" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ME IN CABINETS Floyd | Floyd | (in the filing cabinets) Floyd | You don't find anything filed under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear a fly buzzing around, hovering over the back of your Floyd | neck. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Now that we're tresspassing, let's find a murder weapon and handle it." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | You look good, considering. A bit rattled by recent events, perhaps, Floyd | but well-poised and collected, all the same. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > X RING Floyd | Floyd | Staring at your wedding ring like that tends to make you sentimental. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "A fly? Is there ... a dead body?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fly" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > X FLY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see where the fly is. You're not even sure where the buzzing Floyd | is coming from. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "The dead body of a real estate agent?" | |
| DavidW asks, "Do you want to go west and look for a body?" | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "snrk. Sure!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Answering machine." | |
| DavidW says, "It's the 90's." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Heh" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "So far no murder weapon to get our prints on." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes, I know. I meant let's listen to it." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x papers" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X PAPERS Floyd | Floyd | Sifting through the paperwork, you find nothing that catches your Floyd | attention. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X MACHINE Floyd | Floyd | A simple answering machine, with a small display indicating messages Floyd | received, a button labeled "PLAY", and a button labeled "DELETE". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push play" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH PLAY Floyd | Floyd | For a while there is nothing but a quiet hiss, followed by Floyd | intermittent skirls of strange-sounding static. It sounds like one of Floyd | those annoying glitches where the caller hangs up but the machine Floyd | keeps recording anyway. Then, barely audible through the static, you Floyd | detect what sounds like a human voice whispering a single word: Floyd | Floyd | "Verlac." Floyd | Floyd | The machine beeps. Floyd | Floyd | A brief shudder ripples up your back. You remember now, "Verlac" is Floyd | the name of this branch of Michael's family. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x display" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X DISPLAY Floyd | Floyd | The display indicates there is one message on the machine, left (oddly Floyd | enough) at 4:19 this morning. The display also shows that the message Floyd | has already been checked. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think we should look up Verlac in the cabinets." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Oh shit" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x coffee" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X COFFEE Floyd | Floyd | Muddy-looking and unappetizing. Who knows how long it's been sitting Floyd | out? Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "It would have been good to know if it had already been checked before I checked it." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one
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Floyd | > /UNDO
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Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
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| Jacqueline says, "moo" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Oh well." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "%undo" | ||
| Floyd says (to DavidW), "Floyd doesn't know that trick." | DavidW says, "I think it's okay still." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "No new-fangled tricks for us." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see inside, since the drawer is closed. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear a fly buzzing around, right around your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your wedding ring, your trenchcoat and your clothes; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hand your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat are empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "murder fly" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > MURDER FLY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see where the fly is. You're not even sure where the buzzing Floyd | is coming from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X RING Floyd | Floyd | Staring at your wedding ring like that tends to make you sentimental. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x clothes" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | A tasteful ensemble from Ann Taylor in muted browns and olive greens Floyd | (you've been an autumn person since you were old enough to match your Floyd | own socks). Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I seem to remember that something is written on the inside of the ring." | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove ring" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE RING Floyd | Floyd | You slip the plain gold band from your finger. Usually you feel almost Floyd | naked without your ring on, although sometimes you do find yourself Floyd | taking it off briefly, just to read the inscription along the inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "May I remove it to look?" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read ring" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > READ RING Floyd | Floyd | Engraved along the inside are Michael's and your initials, along with Floyd | your wedding date -- June 28th. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear ring" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR RING Floyd | Floyd | The gold band slides onto your finger with a comforting snugness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hair" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X HAIR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline) DavidW notes the date of June 28th for a future puzzle. | |
| DavidW says, "I guess no bobbypin to pick desk drawer locks with." | ||
| DavidW asks, "May I check the cabinets now? Are we done with this room?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Sure" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | File Room Floyd | Peering through the murk, you can make out the blocky outlines of Floyd | filing cabinets lining the walls and a doorway to the west. A window Floyd | high up on the south wall lets in a very faint illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up verlac in cabinets" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP VERLAC IN CABINETS Floyd | Floyd | (in the filing cabinets) Floyd | Strange; the file on the Verlac property has been cleaned out. Title, Floyd | deed, all the papers, all of it gone. There is, however, a set of keys Floyd | tucked down in the hanging folder. You quickly pocket them. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x keys" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > X KEYS Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking keyring. There are two keys (a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar) on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Neither key for the drawer, hm." | |
| Jacqueline says, "We're just a business casual, Anne Taylor-wearing wife who's been drug cross-country and has no compunction about breaking and entering or stealing." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Look under the desk?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Maybe the desk drawer is a red herring." | ||
| DavidW says (to KO), "sure" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under desk" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER DESK Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move papers" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PAPERS Floyd | Floyd | Sifting through the paperwork, you find nothing that catches your Floyd | attention. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear a fly buzzing around, right around your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kill fly" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > KILL FLY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see where the fly is. You're not even sure where the buzzing Floyd | is coming from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l u" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > L U Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x blinds" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X BLINDS Floyd | Floyd | The blinds are drawn across the windows, letting in a thin trickle of Floyd | light. They are coated with a thin film of dust. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under machine" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER MACHINE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x front door" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X FRONT DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can make out the words "tsruhkcarB & nosneB" stenciled across the Floyd | glass. There is a latch on this side which can be turned to lock or Floyd | unlock the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I assume we can leave that way." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Probably." | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't know how to deal with the desk drawer. Maybe we should go home or find Michael now." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "violently smash desk drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > VIOLENTLY SMASH DESK DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Guess that's not it." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "break drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > HIT DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search pockets" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH POCKETS Floyd | Floyd | The trenchcoat is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "chair" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > CHAIR Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x chair" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X CHAIR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | File Room Floyd | Peering through the murk, you can make out the blocky outlines of Floyd | filing cabinets lining the walls and a doorway to the west. A window Floyd | high up on the south wall lets in a very faint illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up benson in cabinets" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP BENSON IN CABINETS Floyd | Floyd | (in the filing cabinets) Floyd | You don't find anything filed under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up michael in cabinets" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MICHAEL IN CABINETS Floyd | Floyd | (in the filing cabinets) Floyd | As you search in vain for some mention of your husband's name, it Floyd | dawns on you that the property is most likely listed under the Floyd | family's original, ancestral name. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look up Brackhurst" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP BRACKHURST Floyd | Floyd | (in the filing cabinets) Floyd | You don't find anything filed under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh well. I think we should go." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says, "We can return here, I think." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "sure" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the office door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | (opening the real estate office door first) Floyd | The rain is still coming down, so you open your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the real estate office door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "We kept the umbrella open? Bad luck!" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I remember thinking that the automagical opening and closing of the umbrella as needed was a lovely touch for a game of this era." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Nope. We shut it and open it as needed." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh, right, I see it now," | ||
| DavidW says, "I missed the umbrella opening." | ||
| DavidW asks, "anyway, N, W, or S?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I care not" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, NW is also an option." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's do that, then." | ||
| DavidW says, "ok" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Twisting Lane Floyd | The lane narrows here to little more than a badly cobbled sidewalk as Floyd | it wends its way up through a series of tortuous bends and Floyd | switchbacks. In some places, the street is so steep that steps have Floyd | been cut into it, worn down over the years and slick with moss. Your Floyd | progress is blocked at the top of the street by a blank brick wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x brick wall" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > X BRICK WALL Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking brick wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This town is feeling like Europe, not the Colonies." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb wall" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB WALL Floyd | Floyd | The wall is featureless and very high; there's no way over it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm guessing this wall is important later." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You take a few tentative steps back down the lane, but it seems to Floyd | lead only to a short switchback, bringing you right back to the brick Floyd | wall. You're not entirely sure now, which direction leads back to the Floyd | narrow street. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh dear." | |
| Roger asks, "anyone volunteer to map?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bricks" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BRICKS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Uh oh." | |
| DavidW says, "I've been mapping." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search wall" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH WALL Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "A maze. Awesome." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit wall" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > HIT WALL Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You take a few tentative steps back down the lane, but it seems to Floyd | lead only to a short switchback, bringing you right back to the brick Floyd | wall. You're not entirely sure now, which direction leads back to the Floyd | narrow street. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your hearing you can just make out the sound of Floyd | someone playing a violin -- a plaintive, haunting melody. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "follow violin" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > FOLLOW VIOLIN Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > YELL Floyd | Floyd | Come now; you're not that frightened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen to violin" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN TO VIOLIN Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your hearing you can just make out the sound of Floyd | someone playing a violin -- a plaintive, haunting melody. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You take a few tentative steps back down the lane, but it seems to Floyd | lead only to a short switchback, bringing you right back to the brick Floyd | wall. You're not entirely sure now, which direction leads back to the Floyd | narrow street. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Maybe we are, game. Maybe we are that frightened." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe not frightened, but lost." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Twisting Lane Floyd | The lane narrows here to little more than a badly cobbled sidewalk as Floyd | it wends its way up through a series of tortuous bends and Floyd | switchbacks. In some places, the street is so steep that steps have Floyd | been cut into it, worn down over the years and slick with moss. Your Floyd | progress is blocked at the top of the street by a blank brick wall. Floyd | Floyd | The rain slackens off momentarily to a weak drizzle, then returns Floyd | afresh in a brief, freezing downpour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x moss" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > X MOSS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x steps" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > X STEPS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch wall" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH WALL Floyd | Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb wall" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day one Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB WALL Floyd | Floyd | The wall is featureless and very high; there's no way over it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Whew." | |
| Jacqueline says, "That was weird." | ||
| DavidW says, "ok, so one of N, W or S next." | ||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You close your umbrella, as is your habit after coming indoors. Floyd | Floyd | Local Pub Floyd | A dank, drafty old drinking hole lit by flickering, oil-burning Floyd | lanterns. Smoke collects in greasy pools among the rafters, and Floyd | shadows crowd thick around. The bar runs the length of the room to Floyd | your right, while to the south a low doorway opens onto the street. Floyd | Floyd | Mill workers and fishermen occupy a few of the tables, drinking beer Floyd | or puffing grimly at long-stemmed pipes. Each is wrapped in his Floyd | solitude, soaking up the general miasma of dreary fatalism. Floyd | Floyd | The lantern sitting on the table nearest you sputters fitfully, Floyd | throwing distorted shadows across the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "um. I see no reason to be in here yet." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Man, tempted to change my @connect." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > X LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | It's an old-fashioned hurricane lamp, with a tall glass chimney to Floyd | protect it from the wind. The cotton wick burns fitfully in its Floyd | reservoir of cheap oil. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE IT Floyd | Floyd | No one here looks as though they'd mind if you borrowed one of these Floyd | lamps. Casually, you purloin the nearest one. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, ""Borrowed". Right." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Casually" | ||
| DavidW says, "We are a klepto." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I mean, we are an adventure game protagonist." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Clearly." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The exit is to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bar" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > X BAR Floyd | Floyd | A dark and dour expanse of wood, pitted and scarred and stained with Floyd | the rings from over a hundred years' worth of slopping beer mugs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind bar" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK BEHIND BAR Floyd | Floyd | Not a bartender in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x people" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > X PEOPLE Floyd | Floyd | The patrons of this place are taciturn and grim. No one speaks. No one Floyd | looks anyone in the eye. No one, in fact, even looks up from his beer. Floyd | A heavy aura of resignation -- and, it almost seems, dread -- hangs Floyd | palpably over the whole crowd. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Kleptomania may be contractually required." | |
| Jacqueline says, "ACK" | ||
| DavidW says, "I suggest we leave this pub with our new lantern." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I went to look at my description on the mud to see where I could add that nice little line about being wrapped in solitude and instead deleted my whole description. I am now nothing special." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way to the door, your foot strikes something under Floyd | one of the tables. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TABLE Floyd | Floyd | Some forgetful soul has left a flask underneath one of the tables, Floyd | pushed into a shadowy corner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flask" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FLASK Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the flask. The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but Floyd | what little you can make out seems to indicate that this is not a Floyd | particularly distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and Floyd | "rotgut" come to mind, probably because they are the only words Floyd | legible on what's left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "And... and I had code in there I loved." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Aw man." | ||
| Jacqueline wonders if that's saved anywhere. | ||
| Jacqueline says, "sorry, I know this is off-topic. Just sad and startled." | ||
| DavidW asks, "It might be in a transcript?" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh wait. description, not olounge." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "No, but it might be pullable from an old dbase backup. Poo." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Anyway." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > X FLASK Floyd | Floyd | The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but what little you can Floyd | make out seems to indicate that this is not a particularly Floyd | distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and "rotgut" come Floyd | to mind, probably because they are the only words legible on what's Floyd | left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put flask in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FLASK IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | You slip the flask into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The rain is still coming down, so you open your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | A sudden gust of rain puts the lantern out. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "And we without any matches." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shutter lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > SHUTTER LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "West or south now?" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "West?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Michael's at the university, yes?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I think so, yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west, where Floyd | Michael told you he'd be until he came back to the real estate agent's Floyd | office to pick you up. Which, incidentally, he has not yet done. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "There we go." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "West, I guess?" | ||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You close your umbrella, as is your habit after coming indoors. Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | Peering through the shadows, you spot your husband sitting at one of Floyd | the reading desks, absorbed in some sort of weighty tome and clearly Floyd | oblivious to the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "kiss Michael" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > KISS MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | Michael looks up, startled, then realizes it's you and smiles. "Hi, Floyd | hon," he says, closing the book and stretching. Then he glances at his Floyd | watch. "Good grief, what happened to the time? I'm so sorry -- I just Floyd | lost track." He smiles sheepishly. Floyd | Floyd | "Well?" he asks. "Did you get the keys?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hello, dear, I'm a criminal now." | |
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show keys to michael" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW KEYS TO MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | "Great!" says Michael. "You hang on to that. Just a second, I'll put Floyd | this back." He takes the book up to the circulation desk and hands it Floyd | to the librarian. "Okay then," he says, returning, "let's go." Floyd | Floyd | Michael suddenly smacks his forehead. "Oh, crap, I forgot to tell you. Floyd | The car broke down." He spreads his hands. "I don't know what happened Floyd | to it; one second I'm parking outside, the next second it dies and I Floyd | can't get it started again. I called a tow truck, but the nearest Floyd | garage is up in Arkham. They picked it up but won't be able to look at Floyd | it until next week at the earliest. Anyway, it looks like we'll have Floyd | to walk back to the house." He offers you a lame smile. "You can hold Floyd | the umbrella." Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "so, we walk home?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x michael" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > X MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | Tall and a bit on the skinny side, in an endearingly awkward sort of Floyd | way; a serious, thoughtful face topped with an unruly tangle of brown Floyd | hair; deep brown eyes framed by wire-rimmed glasses -- yep, that's the Floyd | man you married, all right. Floyd | Floyd | Michael looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to lead the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Unless we can catch a taxi..." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The rain is still coming down, so you open your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Although these hallowed halls of learning probably hold a veritable Floyd | trove of knowledge, you are no longer a student, and the only building Floyd | you have any business in is the library. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day one Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | Michael follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "He had the car towed to Arkham? Does he not know that the engine compartment will come back filled with tiny elder gods?" | |
| DavidW says, "I'm assuming this is the way home." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh wait. Maybe that's why the car's already dead." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x river" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day one Floyd | Floyd | > X RIVER Floyd | Floyd | The Miskaton's waters are sluggish and dark. Some sort of oily film Floyd | coats the surface, reflecting back ghostly swirls of color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "No horror protagonist knows they're in a horror story." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Especially in cosmic horror." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Sigh." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day one Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | The obelisk measures about two feet square at its base, narrowing Floyd | slightly as it rises a good fifteen feet to a bluntly pointed tip. An Floyd | iron ring is embedded in the stone high up on one side, about two feet Floyd | from the top. Dense, twisting hieroglyphs cover all four sides of the Floyd | obelisk, although they are too worn to be read clearly. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | "We really should be getting on to the house, don't you think?" asks Floyd | Michael. "It's a bit rainy out." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask michael about obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day one Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MICHAEL ABOUT OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Michael says this as if we know where the house is." | |
| DavidW says, "I wonder if home is west or east." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask michael about house" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day one Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MICHAEL ABOUT HOUSE Floyd | Floyd | "The Verlac family has been living in that old place for generations; Floyd | they're an integral part of the history of this whole region. It's Floyd | really quite interesting." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | Michael scuffs around dispiritedly. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This might be the wrong way." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day one Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Michael follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "What, you guys don't live in an asylum?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | A clammy mist hangs thickly in the air, seeping through your clothes Floyd | and making you shiver. Floyd | Floyd | Michael follows you. Floyd | Floyd | The clouds overhead mutter restlessly to themselves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen to clouds" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day one Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN TO CLOUDS Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day one Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | The furtive creaking of branches and the soft rustling of leaves are Floyd | all that you hear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day one Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | As you walk through, the mists part before your husband almost Floyd | deferentially, quickly dissolving away into nothing. Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I'm guessing this was also the wrong way?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Don't ask me. I'm very lost." | ||
| DavidW says, "Unless we go northwest" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The fabled Verlac family mansion looms before you in the gloom, its Floyd | dark creaking presence dominating the clearing and, somehow, even Floyd | though it is not visible through the trees, the entire valley. The Floyd | foreboding shadow of the Verlacs seems to enshroud all of Anchorhead Floyd | from here. Floyd | Floyd | A typewritten notice has been attached to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | "Well," says Michael, "this must be the place. We finally made it, Floyd | honey. We're home!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask michael for directions" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MICHAEL FOR DIRECTIONS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the north, the south, the east, the west, the Floyd | northeast, the northwest, the southeast, the southwest, the ceiling, Floyd | the floor, the outside or the inside? Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hahaha" | |
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Not those directions, game!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Thankfully we've already found the place, or else I might not have found that so amusing." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read notice" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > READ NOTICE Floyd | Floyd | It's a letter from the Arkham Regional Utilities Company, explaining Floyd | that, due to wiring difficulties, the electricity will not be Floyd | installed until next week. No phone service, either. Floyd | Floyd | "Well, that's wonderful news," remarks Michael dryly, reading over Floyd | your shoulder. Floyd | Floyd | The rain slackens off momentarily to a weak drizzle, then returns Floyd | afresh in a brief, freezing downpour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door with keys" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR WITH KEYS Floyd | Floyd | That isn't even a key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "What's the worst that could happen?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door with front key" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR WITH FRONT KEY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x keys" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > X KEYS Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking keyring. There are two keys (a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar) on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "thanks" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | You close your umbrella, as is your habit after coming indoors. Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Carelessly stacked in a towering heap in the middle of the room are Floyd | all your luggage and belongings, which you had sent ahead through a Floyd | moving company before driving up to Massachusetts. Everything you own Floyd | is boxed away and piled up in the middle of the floor. The reality of Floyd | this move finally slams home as you stare at the sprawling jumble of Floyd | stuff, and suddenly you feel very lost and adrift. Floyd | Floyd | Night has now undeniably fallen, and the house is very, very dark. Floyd | There is probably just enough residual ambience to feel your way Floyd | upstairs to the bedroom, but the rest of the house is a tenebrous maze Floyd | of shadows, and any exploring would probably best be done in the Floyd | morning. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | Michael stretches his arms and yawns. "Well," he says, "I think I'm Floyd | going to turn in. There'll be plenty of time to unpack and explore Floyd | tomorrow. Good night, hon." He kisses you on the cheek. "Don't stay up Floyd | too late." Floyd | Floyd | And with that, he goes upstairs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Lock it?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yes." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You lock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not that I think it'll help, but maybe it does." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | You don't have a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Floyd | Floyd | Michael is curled up in bed, sound asleep. Floyd | Floyd | If it weren't for this hopelessly backwater town and the disturbing Floyd | circumstances surrounding the house, you'd say this was your dream Floyd | home. Even so, as much as you would like to relax and enjoy the Floyd | comforts of a fully furnished historical New England estate, you can't Floyd | help but be put off by the shady aura surrounding the family that used Floyd | to live here. The last of the line, you remind yourself, recently Floyd | committed suicide after killing his wife and two daughters with a Floyd | shotgun. Involuntarily you shiver, glancing nervously at the doorways Floyd | to the south and west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | Michael is curled up in bed, sound asleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undress" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > UNDRESS Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | You take off the clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ALL Floyd | Floyd | lantern: Dropped. Floyd | keyring: Dropped. Floyd | trenchcoat: Dropped. Floyd | clothes: Dropped. Floyd | umbrella: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bed" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER BED Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you crawl into bed and pull the covers up to your chin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day one, evening
Floyd |
Floyd | > SLEEP
Floyd |
Floyd | Almost immediately you fall asleep, and as the wind slithers around
Floyd | the eaves and the house creaks furtive secrets to itself, you drift
Floyd | into troubling dreams...
| ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You are waiting in your bed, with the coverlet up under your chin,
Floyd | waiting for Father to come tuck you in. Footsteps in the hall pause
Floyd | outside your door. You close your eyes; when you open them again
Floyd | Father is standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes are bloodshot,
Floyd | rimmed with red, and you wonder if he has been crying. Slowly, he
Floyd | starts to take off his belt.
Floyd |
Floyd | Only it's not your father after all, it's Michael. He hands you a
Floyd | golden sphere and says:
Floyd |
Floyd | "I don't know what it opens yet but I have an idea."
Floyd |
Floyd | Your reflection is like a little doll trapped inside the sphere.
Floyd | Everything is tinged with gold. Your face swells and stretches
Floyd | comically as you stare back at yourself through the curved, distorting
Floyd | walls. Reaching out, your fingers curve back on themselves... the wall
Floyd | breaks and...
Floyd |
Floyd | You are running from the eyes, the terrible red-rimmed eyes, through
Floyd | endless, narrow corridors of wooden slats and crumbling plaster. You
Floyd | stumble through turn after turn, hopelessly lost. There is a small
Floyd | hole in the boards -- peering through it you see Michael in the study,
Floyd | typing diligently away. You scream, you pound on the wall, but he
Floyd | can't hear you. The red-rimmed eyes draw closer; hurrying down a
Floyd | twisting passage you find a dead end... the wall breaks and...
Floyd |
Floyd | Outside, you stand at another dead end, a high brick wall at the end
Floyd | of a steep, twisting lane. Written in black spraypaint...
Floyd |
Floyd | He always returns to his blood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Behind you, you hear the buzzing of a fly. You turn...
| DavidW says, "let me know when you're all done reading" | |
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE SECOND DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] It is hard to prevent the impression Floyd ] of a faint, malign odour about the village Floyd ] street, as of the massed mould and decay of Floyd ] centuries. It is always a relief to get Floyd ] clear of the place. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | DavidW says, "I need a quick bathroom break." | |
| Jacqueline says, "So yeah. That dream was pretty creepy. Well done, Gentry." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Go for it." | ||
| DavidW says, "back" | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You wake up. Steam billows gently by, and you can hear the sound of
Floyd | running water coming from the bathroom.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW asks, "Is this where Jota's gold sphere came from?" | |
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Heh. I dunno. Maybe!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your umbrella, a keyring (on which are two keys (a Floyd | key to the house and a key to the cellar)) and a lantern here. Floyd | Floyd | On the four-poster bed you can see Michael's pants (in which is Floyd | Michael's wallet (which is closed)). Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Who wants a peek in Michael's pants?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "This game has me on edge. I read Master Bedroom as 'Monster Bedroom'" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Monster? Where?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x wallet" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WALLET Floyd | Floyd | It's just his wallet, an ordinary leather wallet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open wallet" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WALLET Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the wallet) Floyd | With a nervous glance toward the bathroom, you slip the wallet from Floyd | Michael's pants. Floyd | You open the wallet, revealing Michael's faculty card. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hm" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x faculty card" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FACULTY CARD Floyd | Floyd | The card identifies your husband as a faculty member at Miskaton Floyd | University, entitled to all the privileges that implies. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Should we continue in our kleptomania?" | |
| DavidW says, "No. He will come out again." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe not with our dear's wallet." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Like he'll notice." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Sigh. Fine." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "close wallet" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE WALLET Floyd | Floyd | You close the wallet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put wallet in pants" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT WALLET IN PANTS Floyd | Floyd | (Michael's pants) Floyd | You put the wallet into Michael's pants. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "So, enter the bathroom? Get dressed and go elsewhere? Just stay in bed?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under bed" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER BED Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "What, share the bathroom with our husband? Scandalous! Let's do it." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom is occupied at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ha" | |
| DavidW says, "Married couples can share bathrooms!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "They must still be in the honeymoon phase." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Apparently it's more scandalous thn I thought." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, it was the 90s" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we get dressed and explore then." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||
| DavidW says, "It belatedly occurs to me that if we didn't listen to the answering machine, Michael also mentioned the Verlac name when asked about the house." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > STAND Floyd | Floyd | Reluctantly, you do so. Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's pants are draped across the foot of the bed. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your umbrella, a keyring (on which are two keys (a Floyd | key to the house and a key to the cellar)) and a lantern here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear clothes" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the clothes) Floyd | You put on the clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take keyring and lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEYRING AND LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | keyring: Taken. Floyd | lantern: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the trenchcoat) Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We didn't even smell the dirty clothes before we put them back on." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x landscapes" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LANDSCAPES Floyd | Floyd | The sketches are charcoal on yellowed paper, pictures of the Floyd | surrounding countryside. They're quite pretty, actually, lending an Floyd | air of comfort to an otherwise cold and moribund house. Each drawing Floyd | is initialed in the corner - "J.W.V. - '95". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell clothes" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "As I expected - they are smelly" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Heh." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Smelly in a girly way?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure what that means." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Of course, our other clothes are probably still packed away." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm gonna give us a pass." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It's old clothes or streaking." | |
| DavidW says, "We did lock the front door" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | There is a cord dangling in mid-air here, right about level with your Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I'm guessing it wouldn't let us streak, or else it wouldn't realize." | |
| Jacqueline says, "The cord... shouldn't turn on a light." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Not without the electricity." | ||
| DavidW says, "Bet it opens attic stairs." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull cord" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL CORD Floyd | Floyd | With a rusty, ratcheting groan and a brief shower of dust, the trap Floyd | door swings down and folds back, revealing a rickety wooden ladder Floyd | leading up into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We still have no matches, though." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors stand closed to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | You pause as the shower shuts off, and you hear Michael moving around Floyd | in the next room. His footsteps thump loudly on the hardwood floor as Floyd | he comes down the hall, and then are muffled again as he steps onto Floyd | the deep green carpet of the library. Floyd | Floyd | "Good morning," he says, smiling and kissing you lightly on the cheek. Floyd | He looks around at the crowded rows of books. "Neat, huh? I may go Floyd | through some of them this morning. Since the fogies don't need me to Floyd | start work until tomorrow, I thought I'd stay home and try to get some Floyd | writing done." Floyd | Floyd | As he steps through the sliding doors into the study, he turns and Floyd | says, "I'll be in here for a while, okay? Oh, and if you go out today, Floyd | see if you can find a newspaper somewhere." He smiles as he slides the Floyd | doors shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Someone else from the Cragne Manor group may join us. I mentioned on the slack that we were playing this." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Necronomicon possibly sighted?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Ooh, yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x volume" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X VOLUME Floyd | Floyd | (The Compleat Manual of Wardes and Seales) Floyd | It's an old medieval tome dated in the early 1300s, written by one Floyd | Galarian Academius desChamps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | Essentially, it's a textbook on the theory and practice of magickal Floyd | wards and seals, mystic symbols inscribed on doors and containers in Floyd | order to keep people and spirits out -- or in. It's all very Floyd | deliberately vague and arcane (in addition to being written in Floyd | medieval French and translated into Middle English, making it nearly Floyd | impossible to understand), the kind of thing that likely got many a Floyd | scholar burned at the stake in those days. Floyd | Floyd | You are surprised to find that a page in this old and probably quite Floyd | valuable book has been folded down, as though to mark the place. The Floyd | section marked discusses various methods of opening doors that have Floyd | been sealed with the image of a pagan god. Speaking aloud the deity's Floyd | true name will usually do the trick, apparently. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Good to know." | |
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors stand closed to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "But which pagan god? There's so many of them." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x books" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | Literally hundreds of books stuff the shelves, many of them thick, Floyd | cracked, leather-bound tomes with ribbon place-holders and titles Floyd | lettered in raised gold leaf. It would take you years to peruse them Floyd | all. However, one interesting title does catch your eye. An authentic Floyd | first printing of Edgar Allen Poe's Tales of Mystery and Floyd | Imagination, shelved incongruously between volumes "G" and "H" of Floyd | the Encyclopedia Americana. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Emily arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x poe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X POE Floyd | Floyd | It's a beautifully bound book in near-perfect condition, and probably Floyd | extremely valuable -- if it really is authentic. Michael will go nuts Floyd | when he sees this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read poe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ POE Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to take it down from the bookshelf if you want to read Floyd | anything other than the spine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take poe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE POE Floyd | Floyd | The book sticks stubbornly at first, and, thinking that it must be Floyd | tightly wedged in between the encyclopediae, you give it a fierce Floyd | jerk. Suddenly, the book slides halfway out, then pops back in with a Floyd | loud "snick". Floyd | Floyd | Amazingly, a section of the bookshelf slides back, revealing a hidden Floyd | safe. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x safe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SAFE Floyd | Floyd | It's a stark cube of black, oily steel, fifteen inches to a side. Its Floyd | only feature is a large calibrated dial set into the front. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x dial" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DIAL Floyd | Floyd | The dial is calibrated from one to sixty. It is currently set to 24. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Ohh." | |
| DavidW says, "well. We don't know the combination yet. The only numbers we've seen so far is our wedding date." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Surely it holds a valuable target for our kleptomania." | ||
| DavidW says (to KO), "of course." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take safe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SAFE Floyd | Floyd | You don't even want to guess how much that thing weighs. You'd likely Floyd | break your back just trying to lift it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hee" | |
| DavidW says, "There's another room on this floor." | ||
| DavidW says, "Other than the study." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shall we?" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > SHALL WE?
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW asks, "er shall we?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's go." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Children's Bedroom Floyd | This must be the children's bedroom. The bed is smaller than the one Floyd | in the master bedroom, its bright coverlet providing one of the few Floyd | feeble splashes of color in what must have been, for most of its Floyd | history, a joylessly Puritan household. A small vanity table occupies Floyd | the opposite wall, and in the corner under the window stands an Floyd | ancient crib. The only exit is to the north. Floyd | Floyd | A child's jewelry box sits on the corner of the vanity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOX Floyd | Floyd | It's hardly larger than your hand, made of wood and charmingly Floyd | decorated with a picture of children dancing around a Maypole. Most Floyd | likely a plaything of one of the later Verlac children. The lid is Floyd | closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN BOX Floyd | Floyd | You open the jewelry box, revealing a silver locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "music box, maybe?" | |
| DavidW says, "oh" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x locket" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | It is oval-shaped, held shut with a tiny clasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "open it" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open locket" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | You open the silver locket, revealing a boy's picture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x picture" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PICTURE Floyd | Floyd | (the jewelry box) Floyd | It's hardly larger than your hand, made of wood and charmingly Floyd | decorated with a picture of children dancing around a Maypole. Most Floyd | likely a plaything of one of the later Verlac children. The lid is Floyd | open to reveal a silver locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x boy" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOY Floyd | Floyd | The boy in the picture looks no more than three or four years old. He Floyd | is smiling, but there is something disconcerting about his expression, Floyd | as though his head were not shaped quite right or his features had Floyd | been placed slightly wrong. He might possibly have been mentally Floyd | retarded. It's difficult to tell, because the picture has been cropped Floyd | so closely you can't even see the edges of the boy's face. Only his Floyd | features fill the tiny frame. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "So it mentioned that the last Verlac killed his family... and there's a crib..." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through window" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | Through the narrow slats in the shutters, you can make out the bony, Floyd | grasping branches of the surrounding trees, waving in the wind. Not a Floyd | soothing sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to game), "I just wanted to know if it stopped raining." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crib" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CRIB Floyd | Floyd | The crib is made of wood and held together with pegs, not nails. It's Floyd | probably at least as old as the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in crib" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN CRIB Floyd | Floyd | The crib is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Emily says, "it doesn't want you to be soothed by accident" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "It never stops raining in northern Anchorhead." | ||
| Emily says, "very important" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x vanity" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X VANITY Floyd | Floyd | A simple vanity table, scaled down for a child, spartan in design and Floyd | almost wholly without decoration. It's hard to imagine keeping any Floyd | sort of makeup or jewelry on it, but then again, vanity of even the Floyd | most innocent kind was probably discouraged in most of the Verlac Floyd | children. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BED Floyd | Floyd | Not as fancy as the four-poster, but it looks comfortable enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x coverlet" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X COVERLET Floyd | Floyd | Not as fancy as the four-poster, but it looks comfortable enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under bed" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER BED Floyd | Floyd | You notice some odd scratches in the floor around the legs of the bed Floyd | frame -- marks about six inches long, scored into the wood. Otherwise, Floyd | nothing but shadows and dust under the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull bed" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL BED Floyd | Floyd | Bracing yourself, you push the bed away from the wall, revealing a Floyd | ragged hole in the wood paneling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | It's about six inches wide, and looks like it was made by by someone Floyd | breaking in the wall with a hammer and pulling chunks of paneling out Floyd | with their bare hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| ChrisC arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in hole" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN HOLE Floyd | Floyd | In the ragged hole is a bundle of soggy pages. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pages" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PAGES Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the bundle of soggy pages. It appears to have been Floyd | someone's diary. There must have been a leak at some time behind the Floyd | wall where it was hidden, because most of the pages are water-logged Floyd | and completely illegible. However, portions of a few entries remain Floyd | untouched. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims (at Chris), "Hello!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x diary" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DIARY Floyd | Floyd | It appears to have been someone's diary. There must have been a leak Floyd | at some time behind the wall where it was hidden, because most of the Floyd | pages are water-logged and completely illegible. However, portions of Floyd | a few entries remain untouched. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read diary" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ DIARY Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you turn the tattered pages. The handwriting is that of a Floyd | young girl. You idly wonder if this might have been the diary of one Floyd | of Edward Verlac's daughters -- but then you notice part of a date, Floyd | just visible in the corner of the page: 1953. This must have been Floyd | written, then, several years before Edward was born. Floyd | Floyd | The entries that are legible read as follows: Floyd | Floyd | ...Father came again to my bed last night... mother doesn't... Floyd | tells me I can't... to be a good daughter. Sometimes it hurts, but Floyd | Father always tells me I shouldn't cry. Father says a daughter must do Floyd | her Duty if she wants to get into Heaven. And I do want to get into Floyd | Heaven... Floyd | Floyd | [this entry dated 1957] ...my poor little William. Father calls Floyd | him an aberration, child of the Devil, but I don't believe... locked Floyd | in the attic. I go to see him whenever Father is away. I sing to him, Floyd | sometimes, through the keyhole, and slip him sweets through the crack Floyd | under the door... my baby is beautiful... can't let him hurt my dear Floyd | baby William... to the doctor, and he has a plan... I can never... Floyd | this locket, William, and I will always keep yours... to always Floyd | remember my face... Floyd | Floyd | Nothing else is readable except for one fragmented entry near the very Floyd | end of the book, the date in the corner reading February 27, 1961: Floyd | Floyd | ...dead, but not dead yet... will not allow him to do to Edward Floyd | what he wanted to do to William... have learned... given him the charm Floyd | against the... never take it off, dear Edward... [a page has been Floyd | torn away] ...fear to sleep... mist at the window -- Floyd | Floyd | And that's all. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I..." | |
| ChrisC exclaims, "hi!" | ||
| Jacqueline cannot unsee what she has just seen. | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Man." | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm wondering if we need to take family tree notes." | ||
| Jacqueline wonders if it's not too late to divorce Michael for no reason under his control. | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Am I reading this right?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm sure you are." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Please tell me I'm.." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Damn." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'll be right back. Got to go take a shower and flush my eyes with bleach." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "(Kidding. I'm at Starbucks.)" | ||
| DavidW asks, "A strawless or strawful Starbucks?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Strawless, most likely. Honolulu went to paper straws recently." | ||
| ChrisC says, "I wonder what the arcane command is to emote on a channel..." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So, let's unpack this anyway, even though I don't want to." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "You do ;:emotes." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Semicolon for the channel, colon to emote." | ||
| ChrisC exclaims, "Thanks!" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So I'm gathering that she had two children by her father?" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "William and Edward?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Seems so." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Eesh. I guess." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "And I guess we can only speculate about the '...dead, but not dead yet...' bit" | ||
| DavidW says, "This also makes the attic more perilous." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Let's go!" | ||
| DavidW says, "I suggest checking the ground floor." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We still don't have matches." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Fine." | ||
| DavidW says, "We ought to be able to find matches at least." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We can go visit the tiny shackled skeleton in the attic later." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Shall we peek in the bathroom to see if Michael left anything there?" | |
| DavidW asks, "Make sure he flushed?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "You wouldn't let me filch his wallet but sure." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I'm sure he flu..." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your umbrella here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's bath towel lies crumpled in the corner, next to the tub. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x towel" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | It's still a little damp from Michael's shower, but otherwise it's a Floyd | perfectly ordinary bath towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell it" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL IT Floyd | Floyd | Smells a bit mildewy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Should we take our umbrella with its nice hooked handle/" | |
| Jacqueline asks, "?" | ||
| DavidW says, "okay" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your umbrella here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Let's hope our coat has nice deep pockets." | |
| DavidW says, "I now remember what puzzle the towel is for." | ||
| DavidW says, "It's much much much later in the game." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "SHHHH" | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Spoilers!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "But yeah, it's for the Babel Fish puzzle." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x luggage" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LUGGAGE Floyd | Floyd | It's all a huge, hopeless mess. Just looking at it instantly drains Floyd | you of any desire to unpack. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "You mean it's not for the pirate ship?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open luggage" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN LUGGAGE Floyd | Floyd | Honestly, you just can't muster enough motivation. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "so, shall I pick a random diretion?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I'm glad to know that protagonists in IF games like to unpack as much as I do." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Sure" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | Someone's flashlight is lying on the kitchen counter; one of the Floyd | movers must have left it. Floyd | Floyd | An odd feeling of gloom overtakes you momentarily, and you find Floyd | yourself thinking about the Verlac family's personal effects -- the Floyd | everyday mundanities, such as kitchen utensils. Were they thrown out, Floyd | or donated to charity, or auctioned off as grisly souvenirs? What Floyd | about the canned goods? Did anyone think to take them? The cabinets Floyd | might even still be stocked. Morbidly, you wonder what Mrs. Edward Floyd | Verlac might have been cooking for dinner the night her husband blew Floyd | her head off. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Oh flashlight." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Wow." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the lantern into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the flashlight. It's battery-powered, and waterproof too, Floyd | by the look of it. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight is currently switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We are ... yeah. Dark." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cabinets" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN CABINETS Floyd | Floyd | The cabinets are not, after all, still stocked -- much to your relief. Floyd | There's nothing in there but an old book of matches. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This is interesting, because the first time I played this, I didn't get to read any of it. It was read to me." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take matches" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATCHES Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the bundle of soggy pages into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | You pick up the book of matches. A label on the side reads, Floyd | "Water-resistant matches. Strike on cover." There are six matches Floyd | left. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "And yes, protagonist, that was morbid." | |
| Jacqueline says, "And I have little memory of it." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Blocked parts of it out?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "use black light to look for blood spatter patterns" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > USE BLACK LIGHT TO LOOK FOR BLOOD SPATTER PATTERNS Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to KO), "Possibly." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hooks" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOOKS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sink" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SINK Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fridge" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FRIDGE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Leaning in the corner is an old broom. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "maga and I were driving cross-country. I was at the wheel, and he read this aloud to me on a palm pilot, if memory serves." | |
| Jacqueline says, "It helped us pass the time." | ||
| DavidW asks, "I assume we don't want to visit the cellar just yet?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, not yet." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm down with taking in all the horror right away, but whatever." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x broom" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BROOM Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking broom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "And if you were driving, I guess you also concentrated more on the road." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the towel into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You unlock the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to KO), "Yeah. I probably didn't take it all in." | |
| Jacqueline says, "The towel is now in our trenchcoat pocket. Next I suggest we add a table or something." | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Towel, and lantern!" | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. No country garden with ripe berries." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Ha. Right!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I forgot about the lantern." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a keyring, on which are two keys Floyd | (a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a book of matches with Floyd | six matches left, a flashlight and your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a towel, a bundle of soggy Floyd | pages, a lantern and a flask (which is closed). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Emily goes home. | ||
| Emily has disconnected. | DavidW asks, "I'm not sure if we want to explore this path yet? Do we?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trees" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TREES Floyd | Floyd | The woods are ancient, thick with undergrowth and full of shadows. Floyd | Branches creak, leaves rustle beneath unseen, half-imagined footsteps, Floyd | and strange birdcalls echo through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x weeds" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WEEDS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Stooping to avoid the sharp, bare twigs that snag your clothes and Floyd | seem to reach greedily for your eyes, you pick your way through the Floyd | undergrowth to a small clearing. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Ooh." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tombstones" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TOMBSTONES Floyd | Floyd | Years of neglect have left the tombstones in bad repair -- the ones Floyd | not broken are eroded to near-illegibility, and those not eroded are Floyd | covered with thick, sticky moss. From what you can make out, though, Floyd | most of them are servants' graves. Family members were most likely Floyd | buried in the larger structure in the middle of the clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crypt" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CRYPT Floyd | Floyd | Grimly carved letters over the door spell out a single name: "VERLAC". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x iron door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > X IRON DOOR Floyd | Floyd | Grimly carved letters over the door spell out a single name: "VERLAC". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock it" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK IT Floyd | Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | but none of the keys seem to fit. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Clearly we need a skeleton key." | |
| DavidW says, "har" | ||
| Jacqueline says, ";hee" | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm guessing the dining room will be south of the kitchen." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sounds likely." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock it" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK IT Floyd | Floyd | You lock the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cupboard" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CUPBOARD Floyd | Floyd | It's a free-standing cabinet about as tall as you are, crafted of Floyd | cherrywood. The double paneled doors are closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | The cupboard is empty; the china must have been auctioned off, in the Floyd | confusion before Michael was contacted, perhaps. Down at the bottom of Floyd | the cupboard is a velvet lining, where the silverware would usually be Floyd | kept. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lining" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LINING Floyd | Floyd | The lining is soft, dusky burgundy. One corner in back is pulled up a Floyd | bit and slightly torn. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Why can we not open the windows?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move lining" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE LINING Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lining" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LINING Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull lining" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LINING Floyd | Floyd | You pull the lining back a bit further and discover a thin, palm-sized Floyd | journal tucked underneath it. Intrigued, you pull the little book Floyd | free. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's... not read it." | |
| DavidW says (to KO), "examine your prize." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I don't like reading things in this game." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x book" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOOK Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the torn journal or the book of matches? Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline covers her eyes. | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x torn" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TORN Floyd | Floyd | (the torn journal) Floyd | It's a slim little book, no bigger than your hand, bound in imitation Floyd | leather. The mice really have been at it; most of the pages have been Floyd | chewed away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | It's a slim little book, no bigger than your hand, bound in imitation Floyd | leather. The mice really have been at it; most of the pages have been Floyd | chewed away. Floyd | Floyd | What's left of the journal reads: Floyd | Floyd | Desperate. Went back to the old twisting lane and found only a Floyd | blank wall. Without the amulet, how can I resist -- Floyd | Floyd | ...bottles, bottles... Floyd | Floyd | Getting worse. People I have never met smile knowingly at me in Floyd | the street. The police believe I am a child molester, but have brought Floyd | no charges against me as yet. Why? Head hurts all the time. I have Floyd | turned the cellar upside-down... damn it all, where is it? Floyd | Floyd | Dreamed of Father again. Dreamed of Grandfather. Those horrible, Floyd | red-rimmed eyes... Floyd | Floyd | -- into the safe, finally. 13-41-10. Won't forget THAT soon. Floyd | Ha! Floyd | Floyd | CANNOT DISCOVER ENTRANCE IN THE CELLAR!!! Secret eludes me still Floyd | but I WILL FIND IT!!! The clue is in their names, that pestilential Floyd | procession of names! If I could only -- Floyd | Floyd | The text breaks off as several more pages are missing. the last Floyd | fragmented entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | -- will fail. There is no recourse left. I know now what I must Floyd | do. Julia -- Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, lete's open the safe." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Let's, even." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TABLE Floyd | Floyd | It's a finely built table, a valued antique like much of the furniture Floyd | in this house. It will need to be oiled after so many months of Floyd | neglect, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors stand closed to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open safe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN SAFE Floyd | Floyd | There's no handle on the door; it opens when you get the combination Floyd | right. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear Michael in the next room, typing away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial to 13" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN DIAL TO 13 Floyd | Floyd | The tumblers tick quietly as you turn the dial to 13... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial to 41" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN DIAL TO 41 Floyd | Floyd | The tumblers tick quietly as you turn the dial to 41... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial to 10" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN DIAL TO 10 Floyd | Floyd | The tumblers tick quietly as you turn the dial to 10... and with a Floyd | hollow thunk, the safe suddenly swings open. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in safe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN SAFE Floyd | Floyd | In the safe are a puzzle box and a strange metal flute. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all from safe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL FROM SAFE Floyd | Floyd | puzzle box: (slipping the umbrella into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | You remove the puzzle box from the safe. It's roughly the size and Floyd | shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark and oddly streaked wood Floyd | that you can't identify. All six surfaces are decorated in a complex Floyd | arrangement of grooves and panels, most of which are illustrated with Floyd | leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. As far as you can tell, it Floyd | is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; however, you see no obvious Floyd | way to do so. Floyd | strange metal flute: (slipping the flashlight into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | You remove the strange metal flute from the safe. It appears to be Floyd | some kind of wind instrument, fashioned out of ornately carved, Floyd | greenish metal. Seven holes of varying sizes are drilled along the Floyd | top. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "HA!" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Sorry. The trenchcoat continues to amuse me." | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Now the umbrella!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x faces" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FACES Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. The sound lingers in the air for a moment, Floyd | then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "The policemen who will inevitably arrest us will go mad from the trenchcoat's contents." | |
| Jacqueline says, "I must say, though, this is so much better than inventory management where you're told you have too much stuff for your pockets." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Since we have a flashlight, should we check the attic now?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So, Julia mentioned the wall." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Not that we need to go there, but the wall has purpose." | ||
| DavidW says, "we need an amulet for the wall." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Sure" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Right" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I'm assuming that the amulete is not the locket" | |
| Roger says, "technically you can't play a chord on a (human, mundane) flute" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you ascend. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary wooden door, unremarkable except for the antique Floyd | metal keyplate. Beneath the door, a thin line of faint light is barely Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I bet the door's going to be locked." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "You are psychic." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through keyhole" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH KEYHOLE Floyd | Floyd | The keyhole is dark, as though blocked by something. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu collects a no prize. | |
| DavidW says, "This a paper under the door, push the key onto the paper puzzle." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh hey, pushing the key puzze." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Possibly!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I might need another cawfee." | ||
| DavidW says, "I guess we return here when we have suitable candidates for paper and poking item." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a strange metal flute, a puzzle Floyd | box (which is closed), a torn journal, a keyring, on which are two Floyd | keys (a key to the house and a key to the cellar) and a book of Floyd | matches with six matches left. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a flashlight (providing light), Floyd | your umbrella, a towel, a bundle of soggy pages, a lantern and a flask Floyd | (which is closed). Floyd | Floyd | > | ChrisC asks, "How old is that puzzle, anyway? Does it date back to a Christie mystery or something?" | |
| DavidW says (to ChrisC), "I don't know." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "That's a great question." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'd read an article on that." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "My first encounter with it was Zork II, but I" | ||
| DavidW says, "I've only seen it in IF games." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm sure it's way older." | ||
| DavidW says, "Let's see the east wing of the ground floor." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Don't forget the flashlight..." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | Your brief sense of comfort quickly drains away, however, as you Floyd | become aware of the icy and maniacal stare emanating from the great Floyd | portrait hanging over the mantelpiece. Under the malefic gaze of those Floyd | red-rimmed eyes, the most comforting thought you can muster is that of Floyd | immediate flight. Floyd | Floyd | On the sofa is a family album. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Right." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Ooh" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | It's a slim, hardbound volume in dark leather, unadorned except for Floyd | name "Verlac" embossed on the front. Glancing at the title page, you Floyd | notice two details: one, the book was self-published; and two, it was Floyd | published in 1944. So it's a good bet that Edward Verlac and his Floyd | family aren't mentioned here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The book contains portraits and brief biographies (although, Floyd | strangely, no birth or death dates) on some two hundred members of the Floyd | Verlac clan, from the central family figures to the distant second Floyd | cousins. If you want to read about someone in here, you'll have to Floyd | look them up by name. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up julia in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JULIA IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | No mention of Edward's wife, since the book was published in 1944 and Floyd | she probably wasn't even born yet. Even so, you're uncertain whether Floyd | Julia Ward would have even counted as a proper Verlac. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "huh Okay" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x eyes" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X EYES Floyd | Floyd | They are the eyes from your dream, without question. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x portrait" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PORTRAIT Floyd | Floyd | The man in the portrait is the apotheosis of everything cruel and Floyd | inhuman that you have ever laid eyes on. His archaic Puritan dress Floyd | would indicate that he must have lived a very long time ago; perhaps Floyd | he was the founder of the Verlac family in this region. If so, it's no Floyd | wonder they all wound up murdered or mad: the red-rimmed eyes glaring Floyd | down from his gaunt and haggard face seem to blaze with a terrible Floyd | insanity. There is nothing regal, fatherly or dignified about this Floyd | portrait. It is the essence of raving, gibbering evil captured on Floyd | canvas. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plaque" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PLAQUE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I hoped his name would be there." | |
| Jacqueline says, "yeah" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look up man in portrait" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MAN IN PORTRAIT Floyd | Floyd | You discover nothing of interest in the portrait. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "If only we could use Google reverse-image search" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up william" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to look that up in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "Do we know any of the names? We could guess Frederick or Wilhelm or Vilhelm or Victor." | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > DO WE KNOW ANY OF THE NAMES? WE COULD GUESS FREDERICK OR WILHELM OR
Floyd | VILHELM OR VICTOR.
Floyd |
Floyd | (in the family album)
Floyd | You cannot find that name anywhere in the album.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look up michael verlac" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MICHAEL VERLAC Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to look that up in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | No mention of Michael in here, which isn't surprising, since he wasn't Floyd | born until 1973. Even so, Michael is such an extremely distant Floyd | relative, it's doubtful he would have been in this book in any case. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I was wondering if he was named for someone" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up william in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | You cannot find that name anywhere in the album. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Right." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sofa" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SOFA Floyd | Floyd | It's a 19th century William IV-style sofa with wide, flaring armrests Floyd | and beautifully scrolled mahogany woodwork. The upholstery is a soft, Floyd | faded wine color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fireplace" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FIREPLACE Floyd | Floyd | The fireplace is carved from beautiful, dark-veined marble, a strange Floyd | shade that is not quite a deep, forest green and not quite a murky, Floyd | dusky red. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in fireplace" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN FIREPLACE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter it" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER IT Floyd | Floyd | It doesn't matter how filled with Christmas spirit you are; you're not Floyd | going up that chimney. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in chimney" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN CHIMNEY Floyd | Floyd | (the lantern) Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Heh." | |
| Jacqueline says, "That seems so out of place." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rug" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X RUG Floyd | Floyd | The rug has a rustic, quilt-like pattern to it, and it covers all but Floyd | the outer edges of the hardwood floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move rug" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE RUG Floyd | Floyd | The rug is too heavy for you to move by yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "roll rug" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ROLL RUG Floyd | Floyd | The rug is too heavy for you to move by yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "lift rug" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LIFT RUG Floyd | Floyd | You lift one corner of the rug and look underneath. Nothing but dust Floyd | and floorboards. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > EXITS Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "1998" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under sofa" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER SOFA Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks (of Jacqueline), "hm?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look behind portrait" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK BEHIND PORTRAIT Floyd | Floyd | The portrait doesn't move; it's firmly attached to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Just commenting on 'exits'" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I'm almost surprised X works." | ||
| DavidW says, "This probably isn't the original edition." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "version" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > VERSION Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Standard interpreter 1.0 (6b) / Library serial number 970918 Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, huh. 1997" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Or, wait, 1999" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | On the sofa is a family album. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "so, north next" | |
| Jacqueline says, "sure" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, ">Deface portrait" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x painting" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTING Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | The simple but striking image of five young women being burned to Floyd | death at the stake. Around them stand a crowd of men and women dressed Floyd | in rustic, 17th century clothing; they jeer and throw stones. The Floyd | ringleader, standing in front of the five glowing pyres with the Floyd | smoking torch still in his hand, wears a clergyman's collar. Floyd | Floyd | The artist obviously went to painstaking lengths to depict the burning Floyd | in ghastly detail: skin curling away from blackened flesh; hair Floyd | shriveling; eyes boiling in their sockets and melting across cracked Floyd | and splitting cheeks... repeated five times over, on the bodies of Floyd | five thrashing, screaming girls. It turns your stomach to look at. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "This is definitely not going to be a family friendly transcript." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "We knew that already, but it keeps gets reconfirmed." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Are we done here? Cellar next?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah to both of you." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Leaning in the corner is an old broom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the cellar door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the cellar door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the cellar door first) Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cabinet" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CABINET Floyd | Floyd | It's an ancient, clunky metal box, about the size of a kid's lunchbox. Floyd | There's some sort of lettering on the cover, but it's too corroded to Floyd | read. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm not touching that without gloves" | |
| Jacqueline says, "brb. Bathroom. Hoping no one steals my laptop. Back in a sec." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I'm not touching that, period." | ||
| DavidW says, "Michael asked us to bring him a newspaper, so we'll have to leave the house for that." | ||
| DavidW says, "I assume that's north of Junction, since we never went that way." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly. I'm not mapping." | ||
| DavidW says, "We also didn't go north from the university library." | ||
| DavidW says, "Or fully explore the asylum, but I imagine we'll be escaping from there rather than be entering on purpose." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sounds likely." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Back" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | You are reminded of something Michael told you during the long drive Floyd | up: about how when the police arrived after the shooting, they found Floyd | the wine cellar in a shambles -- nearly every bottle thrown to the Floyd | floor and shattered, and the whole place reeking of rotted grapes. All Floyd | except the bottles in the north rack. None of those had been touched. Floyd | No one could posit a motive for it. Floyd | Floyd | You smile a bit, recalling your husband's ability to turn a piece of Floyd | insignificant trivia into a compelling story. Still, though, now that Floyd | you're actually standing here... it all seems very strange. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Row after row of smooth, dust-covered glass. The wine inside is dark Floyd | and murky, reminding you, somewhat irrationally, of blood. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Let's try taking a bottle." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | Strange; the bottles all seem to be fixed in place. They won't come Floyd | out of the rack no matter how you tug at them. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Hah!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | The bottles won't budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move rack" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE RACK Floyd | Floyd | The wine racks won't budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rack" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X RACK Floyd | Floyd | These racks must have at one time contained hundreds upon hundreds of Floyd | wine bottles. Idly, you wonder which member of the family developed Floyd | such a taste for what would have been, for the first few generations Floyd | at least, a sinful vice of the basest kind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x walls" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WALLS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Storage Floyd | Old crates and boxes piled high against the walls make this room seem Floyd | even smaller and dingier than it actually is, which is saying a lot. A Floyd | doorway lies north; the other walls contain nothing but shadows and Floyd | dirt-filled corners. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crates" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CRATES Floyd | Floyd | The accumulated junk of almost four centuries' worth of one family's Floyd | strangeness. Most of it is old linens, moth-eaten clothes, newspaper Floyd | clippings -- exciting stuff like that. There's far more here than you Floyd | could ever go through, even if you had the inclination to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | You can't see "it" (the fuse cabinet) at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search crates" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH CRATES Floyd | Floyd | You spend some time poking dispiritedly through boxes of second-hand Floyd | table settings, discarded shoes and outdated encyclopedias, but the Floyd | only thing you manage to dig up is an old cardboard box full of Floyd | newspaper clippings, which might make interesting reading later if you Floyd | can find the time. The only thing at all noteworthy about the room, in Floyd | fact, is that it desperately wants cleaning; there's even a big, Floyd | nasty-looking spider web in a corner behind one of the crates. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x web" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WEB Floyd | Floyd | Not a pretty, symmetrical spiral web like you see in nature magazines; Floyd | this is a tangled, ugly mass of dull gray threads spun in every Floyd | direction, the work of some careless, inebriated arachnid on a weekend Floyd | binger. Way back in the corner, almost buried beneath the disheveled Floyd | strands, is an old-fashioned iron key. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Crypt key, I assume." | |
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Key!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break web with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK WEB WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the umbrella) Floyd | (slipping the book of matches into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | The pointy end of the umbrella doesn't do much damage to the thick, Floyd | tangled web. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Man. Way to be judgy about a species of spider." | |
| Jacqueline clears the save counter. | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We might need a knife." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly." | ||
| DavidW says, "I bet Jacqueline wants to burn it, use up a precious match." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Nope" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get key with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET KEY WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | (the old-fashioned iron key with the umbrella) Floyd | Carefully, you snag the key with the end of the umbrella and drag it Floyd | clear of the web. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I never want to use any of the matches." | |
| Jacqueline says, "I was just afraid of a giant spider killing us." | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Hey!" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh!" | ||
| DavidW says, "Thank you!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x iron key" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > X IRON KEY Floyd | Floyd | It's an old key, the kind with a round barrel about a quarter-inch in Floyd | diameter and flat, square teeth. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Shall we open a crypt?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get key" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET KEY Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the key to the house or the key to the cellar? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to get the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Storage Floyd | Old crates and boxes piled high against the walls make this room seem Floyd | even smaller and dingier than it actually is, which is saying a lot. A Floyd | doorway lies north; the other walls contain nothing but shadows and Floyd | dirt-filled corners. Floyd | Floyd | A nasty-looking spider web fills one dark corner like some sort of Floyd | sticky, fibrous mold. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see an old-fashioned iron key and a cardboard box (in Floyd | which are some newspaper clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the old-fashioned iron key) Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put iron key on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT IRON KEY ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | The old-fashioned iron key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "The auto-keyring was a big deal back in the day I seem to recall" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x clippings" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CLIPPINGS Floyd | Floyd | (the newspaper clippings) Floyd | There are dozens of articles in the box, many of them yellowed with Floyd | age. Many of them, you note with unease, refer to missing children, Floyd | but otherwise you can deduce no obvious connection among any of the Floyd | stories. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Leaning in the corner is an old broom. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | It is now pitch dark in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the torn journal into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You unlock the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Stooping to avoid the sharp, bare twigs that snag your clothes and Floyd | seem to reach greedily for your eyes, you pick your way through the Floyd | undergrowth to a small clearing. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | and after several false attempts you discover that the old-fashioned Floyd | iron key fits the lock. Floyd | You unlock the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "We apparently have the dexterity to slip the key on the ring while the ring is in our pocket." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | (opening the iron door first) Floyd | The faint echo of dripping water and a musty smell of decay grow Floyd | stronger as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | In the Crypt Floyd | The air is clammy and frigid, the stone walls damp and streaked with Floyd | mud and lichen. Pale, swollen roots push through cracks in the Floyd | masonry. The smell of damp corruption is almost overpowering here, Floyd | though the stairs to the south lead toward fresher air. Floyd | Floyd | The walls of this chamber contain dozens of wide, shallow niches; in Floyd | each niche, a coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x coffins" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > X COFFINS Floyd | Floyd | Rank upon rank of the ancient Verlac family remains are stacked away Floyd | in this hole, left to crumble and deliquesce together, merging back Floyd | into the dark matter which gave them birth. Above each niche is a Floyd | nameplate indicating who was buried here and when they died. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Don't mind us, husband Michael. You just spend the day writing while we explore this crypt." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read nameplates" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ NAMEPLATES Floyd | Floyd | Most of the nameplates are illegible, corroded with centuries of rot Floyd | and verdigris. There are a few names visible, however. You could look Floyd | someone up if you have a specific name in mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up edward in nameplates" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EDWARD IN NAMEPLATES Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "Edward Verlac, b. April 26, 1960, d. March 14, Floyd | 1997". Like the others, this coffin is built of solid oak, sealed with Floyd | lead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Petter arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Jacqueline says, "ooh. I just learned a new word." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up julia in nameplates" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JULIA IN NAMEPLATES Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "Julia Ward Verlac, b. May 4, 1964, d. January 10, Floyd | 1997". Like the others, this coffin is built of solid oak, sealed with Floyd | lead. Floyd | Floyd | > | Petter says, "Hi" | |
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Hello!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Hello" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up edward in nameplates" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EDWARD IN NAMEPLATES Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "Edward Verlac, b. April 26, 1960, d. March 14, Floyd | 1997". Like the others, this coffin is built of solid oak, sealed with Floyd | lead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up william in nameplates" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM IN NAMEPLATES Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "William Verlac, b. June 22, 1954, d. September Floyd | 18, 1958". Unlike the others, William's coffin is a ramshackle affair Floyd | of cheap pine, held together with rusting nails. It's half-rotten with Floyd | age and so shabbily built you could probably open it with your bare Floyd | hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Man this family." | |
| Jacqueline says, "aw" | ||
| DavidW asks, "Shall we open a coffin with our bear Hans?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Um, sure." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "We've come this far. Why not?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open william's coffin" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN WILLIAM'S COFFIN
Floyd |
Floyd | Compelled by a gruesome curiosity, you dig your fingers under the
Floyd | soft, rotting boards and pry up the lid. With the shriek of pulling
Floyd | nails and a shower of crumbling wood, the coffin comes open, and you
Floyd | look inside, expecting to find a child's tiny skeleton...
Floyd |
Floyd | Dear God.
Floyd |
Floyd | There's no child buried here. Instead, the coffin contains only the
Floyd | worm-eaten bones of some kind of animal.
Floyd |
Floyd | Who would have buried an animal in place of the child that should have
Floyd | been interred here? And why would they do such a thing? Glumly, you
Floyd | look around at the rest of the coffins, and realize that anyone who
Floyd | might have known the answers to these questions is probably already
Floyd | buried in this room.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "We've already tresspassed and stolen..." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BONES Floyd | Floyd | You're no veterinarian, but these cannot possibly be the bones of a Floyd | human child. A dog seems most likely, at a rough guess. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeesh." | |
| Jacqueline says, "This is starting to maybe sort of come back to me." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Maybe." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, creeeeeeeeepy" | ||
| DavidW asks, "Do we have any names other than William, Julia, and Edward?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, ">Ask husband to burn down house and go back" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I don't think so." | ||
| DavidW says, "Then I suggest going into town to look for a newspaper." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to KO), "I suggested divorce earlier. We could maybe just get an annullment." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Okay" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You involuntary take a deep breath of fresh air as you leave the Floyd | clammy, foetid depths of the crypt behind. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The undergrowth is too thick in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I want to say that Michael didn't choose his distant relatives. But then..." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x draft" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DRAFT Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Doorways lie to the east, west and north; stairs lead up; and the Floyd | front door stands to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | A typewritten notice has been attached to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take notice" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE NOTICE Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the puzzle box into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x notice" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > X NOTICE Floyd | Floyd | It's a letter from the Arkham Regional Utilities Company, explaining Floyd | that, due to wiring difficulties, the electricity will not be Floyd | installed until next week. No phone service, either. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The hillside rises too steeply in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "By the way, it turns out this Starbucks has, like, regular straws. Made of petroleum." | |
| DavidW says, "okay" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The hillside rises too steeply in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The hillside rises too steeply in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The hillside drops off much too steeply to proceed north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x church" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CHURCH Floyd | Floyd | The hoary structure towers over your head, built of massive, ancient Floyd | stones that are now black with age and nearly buried beneath an Floyd | invading tide of ivy. The doors and windows are boarded shut. The Floyd | steeple is a jagged silhouette against the brooding sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northeast, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Church Floyd | The forest encroaches right up to the iron fence here, some of which Floyd | is literally buried in the tangled underbrush. There are no doors on Floyd | this side, although a wooden trap door over by the corner of the Floyd | building probably leads into a cellar. A path leads southwest, around Floyd | to the front of the church. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The boards are old and warped, but still quite sturdy. It is locked Floyd | with a heavy padlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | but none of the keys seem to fit. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The wrought-iron fence surrounds the entire churchyard. The only way Floyd | out is around that little path to the southwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northwest, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That would have been something, if our keys had fit." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You walk a bit farther down the road, but it doesn't seem to lead Floyd | anywhere, and the shadows grow thicker the farther down you go. After Floyd | a while you turn back, unable to suppress a shiver. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You're already wearing that! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | (opening the rusty gate first) Floyd | The gate swings open noisily on its rusty hinges. Floyd | You pass through the gate and down the stone steps, which curve Floyd | northwest as they lead down to the edge of the river. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | but none of the keys seem to fit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | A damp newspaper lies on the curb, fluttering slightly in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | You pick up the newspaper. It's the "Weekly Arkham Herald". Floyd | Anchorhead, apparently, is not large enough to warrant its own Floyd | newspaper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | The front page story is about Jeffrey Greer, 8 years old, who was Floyd | abducted from his home at #11 Mill Town Road last night. Little Floyd | Jeffrey is the latest victim in a series of abductions that stretches Floyd | back for years, one every six months or so, and that authorities Floyd | believe is the work of a single perpetrator. Local police had hoped to Floyd | prove that Edward Verlac had been behind the kidnappings, but were Floyd | unable to obtain a confession or any hard proof. Edward Verlac was Floyd | convicted of murdering his wife and two daughters, one of whom was 15 Floyd | months old, in January of this year; he was found not guilty by reason Floyd | of insanity and incarcerated in Danvers Asylum, where he remained Floyd | until committing suicide last March. This latest kidnapping, occurring Floyd | after Edward's death, seems to have cleared up any lingering Floyd | suspicions that he might have been the culprit. Floyd | Floyd | Anyone possessing information regarding the whereabouts of Jeffrey Floyd | Greer is strongly urged to speak to the authorities as soon as Floyd | possible. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Birth Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up edward in records" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EDWARD IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Edward Verlac: born April 26, 1960. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "What, no data protection?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up michael in records" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MICHAEL IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up julia in records" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JULIA IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Julia Ward: born May 4, 1964. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up william in records" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | William Verlac: born June 22, 1954. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Death Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up edward in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EDWARD IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Edward Verlac: died March 14, 1997. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up julia in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JULIA IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Julia Ward Verlac: died January 10, 1997. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up william in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | William Verlac: died September 18, 1958. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This gives up no new info." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up me in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ME IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up verlac in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP VERLAC IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | There are dozens of Verlacs listed here; you'll have to be more Floyd | specific than that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up benson in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP BENSON IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Was that the name?" | |
| DavidW asks, "The real estate agents?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says, "I didn't write those down." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Side Alley day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Side Alley Floyd | This is a featureless blind alley, a dead end. Through the narrow and Floyd | heavily shadowed opening to the northeast, you can see the square and Floyd | the obelisk at its center. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I can get you those names." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Side Alley day two Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | Although you're too far away to read the hieroglyphs on its sides, you Floyd | have an otherwise excellent view of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Sorry, had to step away a second." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. | Jacqueline asks, "Do you want them?" | |
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | The obelisk measures about two feet square at its base, narrowing Floyd | slightly as it rises a good fifteen feet to a bluntly pointed tip. An Floyd | iron ring is embedded in the stone high up on one side, about two feet Floyd | from the top. Dense, twisting hieroglyphs cover all four sides of the Floyd | obelisk, although they are too worn to be read clearly. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I'm not sure we really need them." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take ring" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE RING Floyd | Floyd | (the wedding ring) Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull iron ring" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL IRON RING Floyd | Floyd | The iron ring is high out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It was just idle curiosity on my part." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take iron ring with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE IRON RING WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | The iron ring is high out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | (opening the real estate office door first) Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The door has a glass front with the name of the real estate company -- Floyd | Benson & Brackhurst -- stenciled across it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "There ya go" | |
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Thanks!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x answering machine" | ||
Floyd ] Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ANSWERING MACHINE Floyd | Floyd | A simple answering machine, with a small display indicating messages Floyd | received, a button labeled "PLAY", and a button labeled "DELETE". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read display" | ||
Floyd ] Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ DISPLAY Floyd | Floyd | The display indicates there is one message on the machine, left (oddly Floyd | enough) at 4:19 yesterday morning. The display also shows that the Floyd | message has already been checked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the real estate office door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air becomes warmer, more dingy, Floyd | and slightly more difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Shanty Town Floyd | The road peters out at a wide clearing of rutted mud, flanked by Floyd | uneven rows of decrepit, clapboard shacks. The town is quiet, almost Floyd | deserted; only a few bits of loose tarpaper blowing listlessly in the Floyd | wind betray the overall stillness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I am developing a theory." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tarpaper" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TARPAPER Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "But I'm not sharing it." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The path curves southwest, leading you into an overgrown area behind Floyd | the mill. Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | Flakes of ash drift gently down from the sky like gray snow, coating Floyd | everything with a thin layer of soot. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Aw." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Railroad Tracks Floyd | The trail heads up a short embankment and emerges from the thicket Floyd | alongside the railroad tracks. The tracks run down from the northeast Floyd | and past the mill, continuing southwest but slowly curving westward Floyd | until they cross the Miskaton River some miles outside of town. From Floyd | the embankment you can look out over the entire heath: jagged, shadowy Floyd | rooftops to the south; the oily ribbon of the Miskaton to the west; Floyd | and to the east, the lighthouse sentinel and the leaden waters of the Floyd | Atlantic beyond. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing in that direction but empty heath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing in that direction but empty heath. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Did we... did we ever end up visiting the attic?" | |
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I was only recalling the cellar. Okay." | ||
| DavidW says, "We need a paper and a poking tool for the door." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We're still missing the key for that door." | ||
| DavidW says, "The key's in the door." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "OH RIGHT" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Thanks" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Well, not quite missing, but yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | It's dangerous to walk along railroad tracks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The road goes north and east from here. The mill gate lies southwest, Floyd | and an overgrown trail leads south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline) Game says (to Clubfloyd), "It's dangerous to walk along railroad tracks, but feel free to pry open old coffins with your bare hands." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The road heads out over a narrow breakwater jutting out into the Floyd | ocean. Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| DavidW arrives, full of fun and funk. | Jacqueline says, "hee" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I hate when I do that." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lighthouse" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LIGHTHOUSE Floyd | Floyd | Its towering shadow seems to lean menacingly over you, eclipsing half Floyd | the sky. It is an old and brooding thing, heavy with the weight of Floyd | centuries of dark memories. Craning your neck to see the top of it, Floyd | you can't help but make the comparison with a lightning rod, as if Floyd | this building were the focus for whatever restless forces seem to be Floyd | stirring through the turbid atmosphere above. Floyd | Floyd | Despite the ominous cast to the weather, no beacon can be seen from Floyd | the top of the lighthouse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | A monstrous slab of solid bronze set into the thick stone wall of the Floyd | lighthouse base. Age and seawater have covered its once gleaming Floyd | surface with an unhealthy green crust of verdigris. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | but none of the keys seem to fit. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Quite a few locked doors." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you climb down the rocks. The path bends northeast, Floyd | following the curve of the lighthouse wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Spur Floyd | A small outcropping of stone, just large enough for you to stand on, Floyd | sticks out from the end of the breakwater. The hungry sea laps at your Floyd | feet, surging over the rocks and then trickling down into crevices. To Floyd | the southwest, an uneven trail leads back up the rocks, around the Floyd | side of the lighthouse. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond the breakwater's tip, a turbulent patch of water bubbles and Floyd | seethes, as if something were lurking just beneath the surface -- Floyd | turning, perhaps, in uneasy sleep. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It's as is kleptomaniacs and kidnappers were running around town." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bubbles" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BUBBLES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sea" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SEA Floyd | Floyd | The sea is the color of old pewter, surging and chopping restlessly Floyd | beneath the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x patch" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PATCH Floyd | Floyd | It looks... unnatural. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave crashes against the rocks, sending a cloud of spray into Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search patch" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH PATCH Floyd | Floyd | The patch of turbulent water is just beyond your reach. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, ">Poke patch with umbrella" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "poke patch with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > POKE PATCH WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I want to visit the university library now." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The trail turns northwest, following the curve of the lighthouse wall. Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I think after that, it'll be time for me though." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Circulation Desk Floyd | A high counter divides the public portion of the library from the Floyd | reserved stacks -- all the more esoteric and mysterious volumes from Floyd | the university's collection. If anything, the area behind the counter Floyd | is even more shadowy than the side you're on. The main reading area Floyd | lies south. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging on the wall next to the counter is a small, printed sign. Floyd | Beneath the sign sits a heavy, dog-eared register, and sitting next to Floyd | the register is a bell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SIGN Floyd | Floyd | "All restricted books must be signed for on the register, and may not Floyd | be removed from this building. Please have your faculty ID ready when Floyd | you make your request." Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Case in point - I just read hushed as husband, and wondered why he is here." | |
| Jacqueline says, "I TOLD YOU PEOPLE" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh. This is what we need Michael's card for." | ||
| Jacqueline coughs. | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I'm sure he'll get nekkid again." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "He is at home. Perhaps his pants are still on the bed." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > X REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | It's basically a log, recording what book was checked out, who checked Floyd | it out, and when. There must be hundreds of names here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up michael in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MICHAEL IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | Your husband's name is down at the bottom. The title of the book Floyd | is A Historical Overview of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Floyd | Region by J. Arnsworth Frazer, pub. 1906. Quite a mouthful. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look up necromicon on register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP NECROMICON ON REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "So go get the card then?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "er, I meant Necronomicon, but yeah, let's get the card." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "brief" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day two Floyd | Floyd | > BRIEF Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD is now in its normal "brief" printing mode, which gives Floyd | long descriptions of places never before visited and short Floyd | descriptions otherwise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pants" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PANTS Floyd | Floyd | A tasteful ensemble from Ann Taylor in muted browns and olive greens Floyd | (you've been an autumn person since you were old enough to match your Floyd | own socks). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wallet" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WALLET Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors stand closed to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | (opening the sliding doors first) Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Also on the desk is a letter opener. Floyd | Floyd | Although his computer is still on, Michael isn't here. In fact, you Floyd | realize, you haven't heard him anywhere in the house since you got Floyd | home. And you even found him a newspaper. Where in the world could he Floyd | have gotten to? Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Maybe he'll let us "borrow" the card?" | |
| DavidW says, "He's not here." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "He is not here." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I really must be tired." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "And the game, iirc, is not forgiving." | ||
| DavidW says, "He's out kidnapping children, I guess." | ||
| Roger says, "The perfect spouse" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "hahahahaha" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take opener" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE OPENER Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the umbrella into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You pick up the letter opener. It's a rather ornate thing, with a Floyd | silver hilt and a slim, sharp tip. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to KO), "We could call it for today, if you'd like. We've been going 3 hours" | |
| DavidW says, "The letter opener is a poking device." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "It is!" | ||
| DavidW says, "We can now do the attic thing." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x laptop" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LAPTOP Floyd | Floyd | A top-of-the-line model: it's sleek, lightweight and very fast, a real Floyd | status symbol for the writer who wants to look as though he might stop Floyd | whatever he's doing at the drop of a hat and suddenly hack out a Floyd | bestseller. While you have yet to witness Michael do this, he really Floyd | had been wanting one since before the two of you even met; so, to Floyd | celebrate his new teaching position, you splurged and bought him one. Floyd | Floyd | The laptop is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Lee's" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Darnit, we may be trespassing, thieving tomb robbers, but kidnapping, that goes to far." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "er, Let's" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | The computer is in screen-saver mode: blank except for a single window Floyd | requesting a 4-digit user passcode. Odd; you didn't think Michael ever Floyd | used the passcode utility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you ascend. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put newspaper under door" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT NEWSPAPER UNDER DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You slide the newspaper under the door, leaving only an inch or two Floyd | sticking out on your side. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, I already mentioned that it's about time for me." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put opener in keyhole" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT OPENER IN KEYHOLE Floyd | Floyd | The tip of the letter opener bumps against something, and you hear Floyd | something thump onto the newspaper on the other side of the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | Something metallic falls off the newspaper as you pull it out from Floyd | under the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "uhoh." | |
| Jacqueline says, "bah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | Something metallic falls off the newspaper as you pull it out from Floyd | under the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Maybe we were supposed to unfold the newspaper first?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), ";" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > ;
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see an old-fashioned brass key here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the old-fashioned brass key) Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the old-fashioned brass key. It's an old key, the kind Floyd | with a round barrel about a quarter-inch in diameter and flat, square Floyd | teeth. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Cool" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Whew." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put brass key on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT BRASS KEY ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | The old-fashioned brass key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | and after several false attempts you discover that the old-fashioned Floyd | brass key fits the lock. Floyd | You unlock the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the door first) Floyd | Floyd | Attic Cell Floyd | A cramped little annex off the main attic, with a tiny, shuttered Floyd | window high up on the north wall. A pile of mouldering straw in the Floyd | corner and what looks like pencil marks on the lower part of the walls Floyd | seem to indicate that someone lived here once. Or, possibly, was kept Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You're a wizard, Harry." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x straw" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X STRAW Floyd | Floyd | This disgusting mess might actually have been some poor soul's bed. Floyd | You shudder, wondering what sick relative was kept prisoner here, and Floyd | when. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x marks" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X MARKS Floyd | Floyd | They look like a child's drawings, made with pencil or some kind of Floyd | charcoal. Most of them are smudged and faded, but you can make out Floyd | stick figures here and there, and the occasional, lollipop-shaped Floyd | tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search straw" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH STRAW Floyd | Floyd | You gingerly poke through the filthy straw, barely able to suppress Floyd | your disgust. However, your search is not unrewarded: underneath the Floyd | thickest part of the pile, you discover a tiny gold locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gold" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GOLD Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the gold locket or the wedding ring? Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "locket" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | It is oval-shaped, held shut with a tiny clasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | You open the gold locket, revealing a woman's picture. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x picture" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PICTURE Floyd | Floyd | From the quality of the photograph, you'd say the picture must have Floyd | been taken sometime in the fifties. The woman looks no more than Floyd | twenty years old. Her pale, fragile face is framed by straight, dark, Floyd | mousy hair, and she seems to stare plaintively out at you, her Floyd | expression one of haunted resignation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take picture" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PICTURE Floyd | Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close locket" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | You close the gold locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE IT Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the typewritten notice into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I guess we stop here?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Anyway... I think.. yes." | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't know what to try next anyway." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cfanchorhead" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
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| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Good night!" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I have a feeling we may need to backtrack." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to KO), "G'night" | ||
| Knight_Otu goes home. | DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "Because we didn't take the card." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says, "You could be right." | ||
| DavidW says, "There just wasn't a good reason to take it then." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I was reading in one of Ryan's Cragne Manor documents that this game is cruel." | ||
| DavidW says, "Except IF kleptomania." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Well, there was no reason to rip open that coffin, either, but we did that." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "And heck, you all broke into the real estate agent's office first thing." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "But I guess the card was in our dear husband's wallet, so I get that." | ||
| *** Session 2 *** | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask anchor" | ||
Floyd ]
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Floyd ] The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind
Floyd ] is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind
Floyd ] of fear is fear of the unknown.
Floyd ]
Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft
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Floyd | A N C H O R H E A D
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Floyd | [Press 'R' to restore; any other key to begin]
| DavidW says, "Sorry I argued against taking the ID." | |
| Jacqueline says, "No worries. I am usually wrong, so you can't be blamed for ignoring my advice based on your ethical argument." | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ]
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Floyd | November, 1997.
Floyd |
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Floyd | You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to
Floyd | spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that
Floyd | blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the
Floyd | little coastal town of Anchorhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | Squinting up into the glowering storm, you wonder how everything
Floyd | managed to happen so fast. The strange phone call over a month ago,
Floyd | from a lawyer claiming to represent the estate of some distant branch
Floyd | of Michael's family, was bewildering enough in itself... but then the
Floyd | sudden whirlwind of planning and decisions, legal details and travel
Floyd | arrangements, the packing up and shipping away of your entire home,
Floyd | your entire life...
Floyd |
Floyd | Now suddenly here you are, after driving for the past two days
Floyd | straight, over a thousand miles away from the familiar warmth of
Floyd | Texas, getting ready to move into the ancestral mansion of a clan of
Floyd | relatives so far removed that not even Michael has ever heard of them.
Floyd | And you've only been married since June and none of this was any of
Floyd | your idea in the first place, and already it's starting to rain.
Floyd |
Floyd | These days, you often find yourself feeling confused and uprooted.
Floyd |
Floyd | You shake yourself and force the melancholy thoughts from your head,
Floyd | trying to focus on the errand at hand. You're to meet with the real
Floyd | estate agent and pick up the keys to your new house while Michael runs
Floyd | across town to take care of some paperwork at the university. He'll be
Floyd | back to pick you up in a few minutes, and then the two of you can
Floyd | begin the long, precarious process of settling in.
Floyd |
Floyd | A sullen belch emanates from the clouds, and the rain starts coming
Floyd | down harder -- fat, cold drops smacking loudly against the
Floyd | cobblestones. Shouldn't it be snowing in New England at this time of
Floyd | year? With a sigh, you open your umbrella.
Floyd |
Floyd | Welcome to Anchorhead...
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| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE FIRST DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern Floyd ] sea was upon me. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I nominate DW to power us through, since he did a lot of the driving last time and is most familiar with the map." | |
| Jacqueline clears the save counter. | DavidW says, "sorry, I was restocking my clipboard." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "With ... paper?" | ||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Hooray for preparedness." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Alley Floyd | This narrow aperture between two buildings is nearly blocked with Floyd | piles of rotting cardboard boxes and overstuffed garbage cans. Ugly, Floyd | half-crumbling brick walls to either side totter oppressively over Floyd | you. The alley ends here at a tall, wooden fence. Floyd | Floyd | High up on the wall of the northern building there is a narrow, Floyd | transom-style window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push can" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH CAN Floyd | Floyd | You push the garbage cans around aimlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push can under window" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH CAN UNDER WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | Grunting and holding your breath, you manhandle one of the filthy cans Floyd | under the window. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day one Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The window is too high. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb can" | ||
Floyd ] Alley, on the garbage can day one Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB CAN Floyd | Floyd | You clamber onto the wobbling garbage can, precariously balanced. You Floyd | can just reach the lower edge of the window from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | (opening the transom window first) Floyd | (closing the umbrella first) Floyd | It's a tight squeeze, but you just manage to wriggle through, dropping Floyd | quietly to the floor inside. Floyd | Floyd | File Room Floyd | Peering through the murk, you can make out the blocky outlines of Floyd | filing cabinets lining the walls and a doorway to the west. A window Floyd | high up on the south wall lets in a very faint illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x display" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > X DISPLAY Floyd | Floyd | The display indicates there is one message on the machine, left (oddly Floyd | enough) at 4:19 this morning. The display also shows that the message Floyd | has already been checked. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "AIT" | |
| Jacqueline says, "WAIT" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, nevermind." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Huh." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Interesting." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "It *had* already been checked." | ||
| DavidW says, "Yes." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "WEIRD" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push play" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH PLAY Floyd | Floyd | For a while there is nothing but a quiet hiss, followed by Floyd | intermittent skirls of strange-sounding static. It sounds like one of Floyd | those annoying glitches where the caller hangs up but the machine Floyd | keeps recording anyway. Then, barely audible through the static, you Floyd | detect what sounds like a human voice whispering a single word: Floyd | Floyd | "Verlac." Floyd | Floyd | The machine beeps. Floyd | Floyd | A brief shudder ripples up your back. You remember now, "Verlac" is Floyd | the name of this branch of Michael's family. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | File Room Floyd | Peering through the murk, you can make out the blocky outlines of Floyd | filing cabinets lining the walls and a doorway to the west. A window Floyd | high up on the south wall lets in a very faint illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up verlac in cabinet" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP VERLAC IN CABINET Floyd | Floyd | (in the filing cabinets) Floyd | Strange; the file on the Verlac property has been cleaned out. Title, Floyd | deed, all the papers, all of it gone. There is, however, a set of keys Floyd | tucked down in the hanging folder. You quickly pocket them. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x keys" | ||
Floyd ] File Room day one Floyd | Floyd | > X KEYS Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking keyring. There are two keys (a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar) on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | (opening the real estate office door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the office door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | (opening the real estate office door first) Floyd | The rain is still coming down, so you open your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the real estate office door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "The perfect crime." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You close your umbrella, as is your habit after coming indoors. Floyd | Floyd | Local Pub Floyd | A dank, drafty old drinking hole lit by flickering, oil-burning Floyd | lanterns. Smoke collects in greasy pools among the rafters, and Floyd | shadows crowd thick around. The bar runs the length of the room to Floyd | your right, while to the south a low doorway opens onto the street. Floyd | Floyd | Mill workers and fishermen occupy a few of the tables, drinking beer Floyd | or puffing grimly at long-stemmed pipes. Each is wrapped in his Floyd | solitude, soaking up the general miasma of dreary fatalism. Floyd | Floyd | The lantern sitting on the table nearest you sputters fitfully, Floyd | throwing distorted shadows across the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | No one here looks as though they'd mind if you borrowed one of these Floyd | lamps. Casually, you purloin the nearest one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way to the door, your foot strikes something under Floyd | one of the tables. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TABLE Floyd | Floyd | Some forgetful soul has left a flask underneath one of the tables, Floyd | pushed into a shadowy corner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flask" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FLASK Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the flask. The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but Floyd | what little you can make out seems to indicate that this is not a Floyd | particularly distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and Floyd | "rotgut" come to mind, probably because they are the only words Floyd | legible on what's left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put flask in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day one Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FLASK IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | You slip the flask into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The rain is still coming down, so you open your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | A sudden gust of rain puts the lantern out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west, where Floyd | Michael told you he'd be until he came back to the real estate agent's Floyd | office to pick you up. Which, incidentally, he has not yet done. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You close your umbrella, as is your habit after coming indoors. Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | Peering through the shadows, you spot your husband sitting at one of Floyd | the reading desks, absorbed in some sort of weighty tome and clearly Floyd | oblivious to the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss michael" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > KISS MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | Michael looks up, startled, then realizes it's you and smiles. "Hi, Floyd | hon," he says, closing the book and stretching. Then he glances at his Floyd | watch. "Good grief, what happened to the time? I'm so sorry -- I just Floyd | lost track." He smiles sheepishly. Floyd | Floyd | "Well?" he asks. "Did you get the keys?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show keys to michael" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW KEYS TO MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | "Great!" says Michael. "You hang on to that. Just a second, I'll put Floyd | this back." He takes the book up to the circulation desk and hands it Floyd | to the librarian. "Okay then," he says, returning, "let's go." Floyd | Floyd | Michael suddenly smacks his forehead. "Oh, crap, I forgot to tell you. Floyd | The car broke down." He spreads his hands. "I don't know what happened Floyd | to it; one second I'm parking outside, the next second it dies and I Floyd | can't get it started again. I called a tow truck, but the nearest Floyd | garage is up in Arkham. They picked it up but won't be able to look at Floyd | it until next week at the earliest. Anyway, it looks like we'll have Floyd | to walk back to the house." He offers you a lame smile. "You can hold Floyd | the umbrella." Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Library day one Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You may leave to the east, or approach the counter to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The rain is still coming down, so you open your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | "I apologized about the car, right?" says Michael sheepishly. Floyd | Floyd | A sudden gust of wind blows a cold spray of rain into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask michael about car" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MICHAEL ABOUT CAR Floyd | Floyd | "Strange about the car, isn't it?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Michael." | ||
| Jacqueline sighs. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell michael about real estate agent" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > TELL MICHAEL ABOUT REAL ESTATE AGENT Floyd | Floyd | He frowns as you tell him about the real estate agent's disappearance. Floyd | "That is rather odd," he says. "I wonder where she could be?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask michael about house" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MICHAEL ABOUT HOUSE Floyd | Floyd | "The Verlac family has been living in that old place for generations; Floyd | they're an integral part of the history of this whole region. It's Floyd | really quite interesting." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Just get him home, get his clothes off, and steal his faculty card." | |
| Jacqueline says, "(Kidding)" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "okay" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > OKAY Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Although these hallowed halls of learning probably hold a veritable Floyd | trove of knowledge, you are no longer a student, and the only building Floyd | you have any business in is the library. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day one Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "(sort of)" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "And he offers no insights about our criminal activity?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The bridge only leads north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | Michael strolls along after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day one Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Michael follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day one Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | A clammy mist hangs thickly in the air, seeping through your clothes Floyd | and making you shiver. Floyd | Floyd | Michael hurries to catch up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day one Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | As you walk through, the mists part before your husband almost Floyd | deferentially, quickly dissolving away into nothing. Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | Michael follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The fabled Verlac family mansion looms before you in the gloom, its Floyd | dark creaking presence dominating the clearing and, somehow, even Floyd | though it is not visible through the trees, the entire valley. The Floyd | foreboding shadow of the Verlacs seems to enshroud all of Anchorhead Floyd | from here. Floyd | Floyd | A typewritten notice has been attached to the front door. Floyd | Floyd | Michael follows you. Floyd | Floyd | "Well," says Michael, "this must be the place. We finally made it, Floyd | honey. We're home!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x notice" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > X NOTICE Floyd | Floyd | It's a letter from the Arkham Regional Utilities Company, explaining Floyd | that, due to wiring difficulties, the electricity will not be Floyd | installed until next week. No phone service, either. Floyd | Floyd | "Well, that's wonderful news," remarks Michael dryly, reading over Floyd | your shoulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE IT Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day one Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | You close your umbrella, as is your habit after coming indoors. Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Carelessly stacked in a towering heap in the middle of the room are Floyd | all your luggage and belongings, which you had sent ahead through a Floyd | moving company before driving up to Massachusetts. Everything you own Floyd | is boxed away and piled up in the middle of the floor. The reality of Floyd | this move finally slams home as you stare at the sprawling jumble of Floyd | stuff, and suddenly you feel very lost and adrift. Floyd | Floyd | Night has now undeniably fallen, and the house is very, very dark. Floyd | There is probably just enough residual ambience to feel your way Floyd | upstairs to the bedroom, but the rest of the house is a tenebrous maze Floyd | of shadows, and any exploring would probably best be done in the Floyd | morning. Floyd | Floyd | Michael follows you. Floyd | Floyd | Michael stretches his arms and yawns. "Well," he says, "I think I'm Floyd | going to turn in. There'll be plenty of time to unpack and explore Floyd | tomorrow. Good night, hon." He kisses you on the cheek. "Don't stay up Floyd | too late." Floyd | Floyd | And with that, he goes upstairs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock it" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK IT Floyd | Floyd | You lock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Floyd | Floyd | Michael is curled up in bed, sound asleep. Floyd | Floyd | If it weren't for this hopelessly backwater town and the disturbing Floyd | circumstances surrounding the house, you'd say this was your dream Floyd | home. Even so, as much as you would like to relax and enjoy the Floyd | comforts of a fully furnished historical New England estate, you can't Floyd | help but be put off by the shady aura surrounding the family that used Floyd | to live here. The last of the line, you remind yourself, recently Floyd | committed suicide after killing his wife and two daughters with a Floyd | shotgun. Involuntarily you shiver, glancing nervously at the doorways Floyd | to the south and west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ALL Floyd | Floyd | typewritten notice: Dropped. Floyd | lantern: Dropped. Floyd | keyring: Dropped. Floyd | umbrella: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | Michael emits a brief snore, then rolls over and sinks back into Floyd | troubled sleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undress" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > UNDRESS Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | You take off the clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ALL Floyd | Floyd | trenchcoat: Dropped. Floyd | clothes: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bed" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER BED Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you crawl into bed and pull the covers up to your chin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss michael" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > KISS MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | Gently, you kiss your husband's forehead. His skin feels dry and Floyd | feverish. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "That's odd." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Uh oh." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch michael" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day one, evening Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | Gently, you kiss your husband's forehead. His skin feels dry and Floyd | feverish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day one, evening
Floyd |
Floyd | > SLEEP
Floyd |
Floyd | Almost immediately you fall asleep, and as the wind slithers around
Floyd | the eaves and the house creaks furtive secrets to itself, you drift
Floyd | into troubling dreams...
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| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ]
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Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You are waiting in your bed, with the coverlet up under your chin,
Floyd | waiting for Father to come tuck you in. Footsteps in the hall pause
Floyd | outside your door. You close your eyes; when you open them again
Floyd | Father is standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes are bloodshot,
Floyd | rimmed with red, and you wonder if he has been crying. Slowly, he
Floyd | starts to take off his belt.
Floyd |
Floyd | Only it's not your father after all, it's Michael. He hands you a
Floyd | golden sphere and says:
Floyd |
Floyd | "I don't know what it opens yet but I have an idea."
Floyd |
Floyd | Your reflection is like a little doll trapped inside the sphere.
Floyd | Everything is tinged with gold. Your face swells and stretches
Floyd | comically as you stare back at yourself through the curved, distorting
Floyd | walls. Reaching out, your fingers curve back on themselves... the wall
Floyd | breaks and...
Floyd |
Floyd | You are running from the eyes, the terrible red-rimmed eyes, through
Floyd | endless, narrow corridors of wooden slats and crumbling plaster. You
Floyd | stumble through turn after turn, hopelessly lost. There is a small
Floyd | hole in the boards -- peering through it you see Michael in the study,
Floyd | typing diligently away. You scream, you pound on the wall, but he
Floyd | can't hear you. The red-rimmed eyes draw closer; hurrying down a
Floyd | twisting passage you find a dead end... the wall breaks and...
Floyd |
Floyd | Outside, you stand at another dead end, a high brick wall at the end
Floyd | of a steep, twisting lane. Written in black spraypaint...
Floyd |
Floyd | He always returns to his blood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Behind you, you hear the buzzing of a fly. You turn...
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| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE SECOND DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] It is hard to prevent the impression Floyd ] of a faint, malign odour about the village Floyd ] street, as of the massed mould and decay of Floyd ] centuries. It is always a relief to get Floyd ] clear of the place. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two
Floyd |
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Floyd | You wake up. Steam billows gently by, and you can hear the sound of
Floyd | running water coming from the bathroom.
Floyd |
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open wallet" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WALLET Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the wallet) Floyd | With a nervous glance toward the bathroom, you slip the wallet from Floyd | Michael's pants. Floyd | You open the wallet, revealing Michael's faculty card. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take card" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CARD Floyd | Floyd | The shower suddenly stops. Quickly you palm the card, replace the Floyd | wallet and arrange the pants the way you found them. A moment later Floyd | Michael emerges from the bathroom, toweling his hair. "My, don't you Floyd | look tempting this morning," he says, giving you a kiss. He tosses the Floyd | towel back into the bathroom and gets dressed. "I think I'm going to Floyd | stay home and get some writing done. I don't actually start work until Floyd | tomorrow, so..." He kisses you on the cheek as he walks out into the Floyd | hall. "If you go out today, see if you can find a newspaper. I want to Floyd | learn as much as I can about this town." Floyd | Floyd | He looks at you for a moment, and his voice becomes serious. "I love Floyd | you, hon. You know that, don't you? I really want us to try and be Floyd | happy here." Floyd | Floyd | Then he turns and pads down the hall. Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath as he goes. You've never lied to Michael or Floyd | hidden anything from him before, ever; now, hardly two days into your Floyd | new life, you're already sneaking through his wallet. Floyd | Floyd | Oh yeah. You're off to a great start. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "dang" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Thanks, game." | ||
| DavidW clears the save counter. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push save" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH SAVE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom, on the four-poster bed day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to get off the four-poster bed first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > STAND Floyd | Floyd | Reluctantly, you do so. Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your umbrella, a keyring (on which are two keys (a Floyd | key to the house and a key to the cellar)), a lantern and a Floyd | typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's bath towel lies crumpled in the corner, next to the tub. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shower" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SHOWER Floyd | Floyd | You've always been more of a bath person, actually. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bath" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BATH Floyd | Floyd | (the towel) Floyd | You pick up the towel. It's still a little damp from Michael's shower, Floyd | but otherwise it's a perfectly ordinary bath towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop towel" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bath" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER BATH Floyd | Floyd | (the towel) Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wash me" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > WASH ME Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "Behave" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we don't get to clean up." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your umbrella, a keyring (on which are two keys (a Floyd | key to the house and a key to the cellar)), a lantern and a Floyd | typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear clothes" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the clothes) Floyd | You put on the clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the trenchcoat) Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL Floyd | Floyd | umbrella: Taken. Floyd | keyring: Taken. Floyd | lantern: (slipping the faculty card into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | typewritten notice: (slipping the towel into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a typewritten notice, a lantern, a Floyd | keyring, on which are two keys (a key to the house and a key to the Floyd | cellar) and your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a towel, Michael's faculty card Floyd | and a flask (which is closed). Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "We can't talk to Michael again, right?" | |
| Jacqueline asks, "He's holed up in his room working?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Michael went to the study." | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "The trenchcoat pocket is bacck!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Just curious if he is still feaverish." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Er, feverish" | ||
| DavidW says, "When we eventually looked for him, he wasn't there and his laptop was password protected." | ||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "As long as he's still around, we might be able to show him things." | ||
| DavidW says, "We could check on him right away, I suppose." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing | Jacqueline says, "I worry about him so." | |
Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length
Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the
Floyd | master bedroom.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | There is a cord dangling in mid-air here, right about level with your Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I think he remained for a bit." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors stand closed to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | (opening the sliding doors first) Floyd | Michael is in the study, typing furiously at his laptop. As you walk Floyd | in he looks up at you with a pained expression. "Can it wait?" he asks Floyd | you. "I think I'm onto something really good here, and if I don't get Floyd | it all out I'm going to lose it. If you don't mind, hon, I could Floyd | really use the next hour or so to myself." Floyd | Floyd | Not wanting to disturb him, you tiptoe out, shutting the doors quietly Floyd | behind you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay then." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x volume" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X VOLUME Floyd | Floyd | (The Compleat Manual of Wardes and Seales) Floyd | It's an old medieval tome dated in the early 1300s, written by one Floyd | Galarian Academius desChamps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | Essentially, it's a textbook on the theory and practice of magickal Floyd | wards and seals, mystic symbols inscribed on doors and containers in Floyd | order to keep people and spirits out -- or in. It's all very Floyd | deliberately vague and arcane (in addition to being written in Floyd | medieval French and translated into Middle English, making it nearly Floyd | impossible to understand), the kind of thing that likely got many a Floyd | scholar burned at the stake in those days. Floyd | Floyd | You are surprised to find that a page in this old and probably quite Floyd | valuable book has been folded down, as though to mark the place. The Floyd | section marked discusses various methods of opening doors that have Floyd | been sealed with the image of a pagan god. Speaking aloud the deity's Floyd | true name will usually do the trick, apparently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x books" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | Literally hundreds of books stuff the shelves, many of them thick, Floyd | cracked, leather-bound tomes with ribbon place-holders and titles Floyd | lettered in raised gold leaf. It would take you years to peruse them Floyd | all. However, one interesting title does catch your eye. An authentic Floyd | first printing of Edgar Allen Poe's Tales of Mystery and Floyd | Imagination, shelved incongruously between volumes "G" and "H" of Floyd | the Encyclopedia Americana. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take poe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE POE Floyd | Floyd | The book sticks stubbornly at first, and, thinking that it must be Floyd | tightly wedged in between the encyclopediae, you give it a fierce Floyd | jerk. Suddenly, the book slides halfway out, then pops back in with a Floyd | loud "snick". Floyd | Floyd | Amazingly, a section of the bookshelf slides back, revealing a hidden Floyd | safe. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x safe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SAFE Floyd | Floyd | It's a stark cube of black, oily steel, fifteen inches to a side. Its Floyd | only feature is a large calibrated dial set into the front. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dial" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > DIAL Floyd | Floyd | (The Compleat Manual of Wardes and Seales) Floyd | You'd probably have better luck if you were near a phone. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear Michael in the next room, typing away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x dial" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DIAL Floyd | Floyd | The dial is calibrated from one to sixty. It is currently set to 27. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear Michael in the next room, typing away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | There is a cord dangling in mid-air here, right about level with your Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull cord" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL CORD Floyd | Floyd | With a rusty, ratcheting groan and a brief shower of dust, the trap Floyd | door swings down and folds back, revealing a rickety wooden ladder Floyd | leading up into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cupboard" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN CUPBOARD Floyd | Floyd | The cupboard is empty; the china must have been auctioned off, in the Floyd | confusion before Michael was contacted, perhaps. Down at the bottom of Floyd | the cupboard is a velvet lining, where the silverware would usually be Floyd | kept. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lining" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LINING Floyd | Floyd | The lining is soft, dusky burgundy. One corner in back is pulled up a Floyd | bit and slightly torn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lining" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LINING Floyd | Floyd | You pull the lining back a bit further and discover a thin, palm-sized Floyd | journal tucked underneath it. Intrigued, you pull the little book Floyd | free. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x book" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOOK Floyd | Floyd | It's a slim little book, no bigger than your hand, bound in imitation Floyd | leather. The mice really have been at it; most of the pages have been Floyd | chewed away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | It's a slim little book, no bigger than your hand, bound in imitation Floyd | leather. The mice really have been at it; most of the pages have been Floyd | chewed away. Floyd | Floyd | What's left of the journal reads: Floyd | Floyd | Desperate. Went back to the old twisting lane and found only a Floyd | blank wall. Without the amulet, how can I resist -- Floyd | Floyd | ...bottles, bottles... Floyd | Floyd | Getting worse. People I have never met smile knowingly at me in Floyd | the street. The police believe I am a child molester, but have brought Floyd | no charges against me as yet. Why? Head hurts all the time. I have Floyd | turned the cellar upside-down... damn it all, where is it? Floyd | Floyd | Dreamed of Father again. Dreamed of Grandfather. Those horrible, Floyd | red-rimmed eyes... Floyd | Floyd | -- into the safe, finally. 8-23-36. Won't forget THAT soon. Floyd | Ha! Floyd | Floyd | CANNOT DISCOVER ENTRANCE IN THE CELLAR!!! Secret eludes me still Floyd | but I WILL FIND IT!!! The clue is in their names, that pestilential Floyd | procession of names! If I could only -- Floyd | Floyd | The text breaks off as several more pages are missing. the last Floyd | fragmented entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | -- will fail. There is no recourse left. I know now what I must Floyd | do. Julia -- Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | Someone's flashlight is lying on the kitchen counter; one of the Floyd | movers must have left it. Floyd | Floyd | An odd feeling of gloom overtakes you momentarily, and you find Floyd | yourself thinking about the Verlac family's personal effects -- the Floyd | everyday mundanities, such as kitchen utensils. Were they thrown out, Floyd | or donated to charity, or auctioned off as grisly souvenirs? What Floyd | about the canned goods? Did anyone think to take them? The cabinets Floyd | might even still be stocked. Morbidly, you wonder what Mrs. Edward Floyd | Verlac might have been cooking for dinner the night her husband blew Floyd | her head off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the umbrella into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You pick up the flashlight. It's battery-powered, and waterproof too, Floyd | by the look of it. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight is currently switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cupboards" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN CUPBOARDS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cupboard" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN CUPBOARD Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cabinet" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN CABINET Floyd | Floyd | The cabinets are not, after all, still stocked -- much to your relief. Floyd | There's nothing in there but an old book of matches. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take matches" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATCHES Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the book of matches. A label on the side reads, Floyd | "Water-resistant matches. Strike on cover." There are six matches Floyd | left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Leaning in the corner is an old broom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take broom" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BROOM Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the lantern into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the broom. It's just an ordinary-looking broom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the typewritten notice into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You unlock the cellar door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the cellar door first) Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x web" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WEB Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Storage Floyd | Old crates and boxes piled high against the walls make this room seem Floyd | even smaller and dingier than it actually is, which is saying a lot. A Floyd | doorway lies north; the other walls contain nothing but shadows and Floyd | dirt-filled corners. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search crates" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH CRATES Floyd | Floyd | You spend some time poking dispiritedly through boxes of second-hand Floyd | table settings, discarded shoes and outdated encyclopedias, but the Floyd | only thing you manage to dig up is an old cardboard box full of Floyd | newspaper clippings, which might make interesting reading later if you Floyd | can find the time. The only thing at all noteworthy about the room, in Floyd | fact, is that it desperately wants cleaning; there's even a big, Floyd | nasty-looking spider web in a corner behind one of the crates. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x web" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WEB Floyd | Floyd | Not a pretty, symmetrical spiral web like you see in nature magazines; Floyd | this is a tangled, ugly mass of dull gray threads spun in every Floyd | direction, the work of some careless, inebriated arachnid on a weekend Floyd | binger. Way back in the corner, almost buried beneath the disheveled Floyd | strands, is an old-fashioned iron key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break web with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK WEB WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | With a single sweep of the broom, you clear the spider web away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the old-fashioned iron key) Floyd | (slipping the torn journal into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You pick up the old-fashioned iron key. It's an old key, the kind with Floyd | a round barrel about a quarter-inch in diameter and flat, square Floyd | teeth. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put iron key on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT IRON KEY ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | The old-fashioned iron key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x clippings" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CLIPPINGS Floyd | Floyd | (the newspaper clippings) Floyd | There are dozens of articles in the box, many of them yellowed with Floyd | age. Many of them, you note with unease, refer to missing children, Floyd | but otherwise you can deduce no obvious connection among any of the Floyd | stories. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Oh hey, multiple solutions." | |
| Jacqueline nods.' | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read clipps" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ CLIPPS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read clippings" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | Knight_Otu says, "And now a spider is homeless." | |
| DavidW says, "oh." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push return" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] > (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | Jacqueline says (to KO), "First I am made to feel terrible about betraying my husband's trust, now you guilt me over this spider. I'm trying to enjoy the day." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push space" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | Knight_Otu says, "Sowwy." | |
| DavidW asks, "How do we push backspace in Floyd?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I was wondering that." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Also, how to read these clippings?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "b" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "q" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Storage Floyd | Old crates and boxes piled high against the walls make this room seem Floyd | even smaller and dingier than it actually is, which is saying a lot. A Floyd | doorway lies north; the other walls contain nothing but shadows and Floyd | dirt-filled corners. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, q worked." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read clippings" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | Knight_Otu asks, "Pushing enter?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "p" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] > (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "1" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| Knight_Otu presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | CHURCH CLOSED, PREACHER SUSPECT IN Floyd | COMMUNIST CRACKDOWN Floyd | Floyd | The Church of Celestial Wisdom Floyd | in Anchorhead, Massachusetts was Floyd | shut down and its congregation Floyd | disbanded yesterday after its Floyd | pastor, the Rev. Mordecai Verlac, Floyd | 70, was accused of distributing Floyd | Communist propaganda to his pari- Floyd | shioners. Authorities in Arkham Floyd | were informed by an anonymous call Floyd | two days earlier. Floyd | "The caller told us that the Floyd | Reverend was 'preaching not from Floyd | the Good Book, but from a terrible Floyd | book,' and that he had been warn- Floyd | ing them about some kind of Floyd | 'invasion' or 'great event' that Floyd | would be happening soon," said Floyd | Sgt. Biedermeyer of the Arkham Floyd | Police Department. "It smelled Red Floyd | to me, so I made the decision to Floyd | call our HUAC representative up in Floyd | Salem." Floyd | The raid commenced shortly Floyd | after morning services began at Floyd | 8:00 am, in order to confiscate Floyd | printed material and catch any Floyd | possible accomplices before they Floyd | could hide or destroy evidence. No Floyd | officers who participated in the Floyd | raid were available for comment, Floyd | although one man coming out of the Floyd | building afterwards was allegedly Floyd | overheard saying that it was "the Floyd | worst thing he'd ever seen." Floyd | The Church of Celestial Wisdom Floyd | was founded in 1860 by Rev. Ver- Floyd | lac's grandfather, the notorious Floyd | orator and painter Elijah Verlac. Floyd | The building, which is considered Floyd | by many to be a historical land- Floyd | (continued on A12) Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | DavidW says, "I thought I tried enter!" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Sorry, lost my mouse and keyboard, had to reboot. Am catching up." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Odd." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I didn't see it, at least." | ||
| Peregrine arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||
| Taleslinger arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | DavidW says, "Mordecai and Elijah." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we have a few new names to look up." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Oh, yeah. True!" | ||
| DavidW says, "yes. There might be more in here." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "FWIW, DW did save, so even if we are stuck in this menu all is not lost." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] > (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | (mimeographed page, dated February 10, 1959) Floyd | Floyd | Any information regarding the whereabouts of Daryl Beasley, age 9, Floyd | should be reported immediately to the Anchorhead police. Daryl was Floyd | last seen by his mother after she dropped him off at the Route 20 bus Floyd | stop, just north of Old Mill Town Road, at 8:30 am three days ago. He Floyd | was not there when the bus made its scheduled stop at 8:36 am. Floyd | Floyd | Daryl is 4'10" tall, of slight build, with brown hair and brown eyes. Floyd | At the time of his disappearance, he was wearing brown corduroy pants, Floyd | blue sneakers, and a white, short-sleeved button-down shirt. Floyd | Floyd | If you have seen Daryl Beasley, or if you know anything about his Floyd | disappearance, please call 555-4362. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Knight_Otu says, "We thankfully aren't." | |
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] > (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] > (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | PAINTING SELLS FOR 1000£, SIGHT Floyd | UNSEEN Floyd | Floyd | The infamous mystic Aleister Floyd | Crowley purchased a painting at an Floyd | auction at Sotheby's for 1000 Floyd | pounds sterling on Monday without Floyd | so much as glancing at it. The Floyd | painting, entitled "The Legacy", Floyd | is by the late American Elijah Floyd | Verlac, and was sold along with Floyd | numerous other pieces by a Floyd | representative of the Verlac Floyd | estate. Floyd | Crowley reportedly strode into Floyd | the auction room wearing full Floyd | ceremonial robes and immediately Floyd | bid 1000£ -- well over twice the Floyd | going bid. He ordered it wrapped Floyd | and transported immediately to his Floyd | home. It is not known whether Floyd | Crowley had ever seen the painting Floyd | before arriving at the auction. Floyd | "I've never seen anything like Floyd | it," said Sir Walton Radcliffe, Floyd | Esq., presiding auctioneer for the Floyd | Verlac exhibit, "but I suppose one Floyd | might expect such behavior from a Floyd | person who calls himself, 'The Floyd | Great Beast'." Floyd | Mordecai Verlac, Elijah's Floyd | grandson and executor of the Floyd | Verlac estate, was not present at Floyd | the auction. Crowley has stated Floyd | that he has never met Mordecai Floyd | Verlac and has no desire to. "I Floyd | encountered Verlac in a former Floyd | life," he is reported as saying, Floyd | "and I would not do so again for Floyd | all the kingdoms in Hades. He has Floyd | gone where I dare not." Floyd | Elijah Verlac is known by art Floyd | historians more for his grotesque Floyd | (continued on A25) Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | DavidW says, "let me know when to continue" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I, too, have no desire to meet any Verlac." | ||
| DavidW says, "The Verlac is inside the house!" | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Nooo!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm good" | ||
| DavidW says, "Also, I bet that church on the east side of town is Elijah's." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] > (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] > (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | Knight_Otu says, "Sounds likely." | |
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | (crumpled flyer showing a blurry snapshot of a young girl with short, Floyd | curly hair) Floyd | Floyd | HAVE YOU SEEN ME? Floyd | Tara Luffington Floyd | last seen: March 25, 1982 Floyd | age at disappearance: 6 Floyd | age today: 10 Floyd | hair: red Floyd | eyes: green Floyd | last wearing: green t-shirt, white tennis shoes, blue overalls Floyd | with a button that reads: "I love cats" Floyd | Any information, please call 555-4362." Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] > (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] > (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Friends and Family will grieve the Floyd | loss of Sgt. HOWARD BIEDERMEYER, Floyd | who died on October 28, 1956 at Floyd | the age of 46, of complications Floyd | following a massive aneurism. Floyd | Howard was a loving husband and a Floyd | devoted public servant. Services Floyd | will be held this Saturday at the Floyd | Good Earth Funeral Home, 9:00 am. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | DavidW says, "I'm recording all the names." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Now how does this guy fit into this puzzle?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I know aneurisms occur in people of that age, but something tells me that wasn't natural." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to KO), "Hard to say." | ||
| DavidW says, "No idea how the sergeant is relevant." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "What's our cut-off year on looking people up>" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I know more recent people aren't in there, but can't recall the cutoff." | ||
| DavidW says, "Depends on what we're looking up in." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] > (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | Knight_Otu asks, "The book was to about 1960? I think?" | |
| Doug has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | Jacqueline says (to KO), "Oh, okay. So 1950s stuff would be possible. Cool." | |
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | BONES DISCOVERED IN WOODS, CHILD Floyd | FEARED DEAD Floyd | Floyd | The bones of what police Floyd | believe to be a small child were Floyd | discovered yesterday by pic- Floyd | nickers in the woods near Birch Floyd | Road, just south of Anchorhead. Floyd | Police have drawn no conclusions Floyd | as yet, but there is a strong Floyd | suspicion that the bones may be Floyd | the remains of Christopher Till- Floyd | worth, who disappeared near that Floyd | area two weeks ago. Floyd | Sgt. Ronald Franklin of the Floyd | Arkham police was not optimistic. Floyd | "We have contacted the boy's Floyd | mother, and are trying to prepare Floyd | her for the worst," he said. "No Floyd | one here wants to give up hope Floyd | prematurely, but the general Floyd | feeling here is, we've found the Floyd | boy." Floyd | The remains, which consisted of Floyd | a femur and partial skull, are Floyd | being shipped to a forensic lab in Floyd | Boston for further analysis. Floyd | Rumors that the bones displayed Floyd | teeth marks consistent with animal Floyd | bites are so far unsubstantiated. Floyd | Christopher, who would have Floyd | turned 7 on the 19th, is the fifth Floyd | child to disappear in the last Floyd | (continued on A10) Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Knight_Otu says, "Don't quote me on that, though." | |
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | Knight_Otu says, ">Purloin nuke. enter orbit. nuke site." | |
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | RESPECTED PHYSICIAN RETIRES Floyd | UNEXPECTEDLY Floyd | Floyd | Dr. Timothy Rebis, a respected Floyd | obstetrician at Arkham Sisters of Floyd | Mercy Hospital for the last 20 Floyd | years, announced his retirement Floyd | yesterday to a stunned Board of Floyd | Directors. Floyd | He gave no reason for his un- Floyd | expected decision. Floyd | "I am truly stunned," said Floyd | Bernard Talbot, Chairman of the Floyd | Board. "No one saw this coming. No Floyd | one." Floyd | A source within the hospital Floyd | who wished to remain anonymous Floyd | ascribed the doctor's abrupt de- Floyd | parture to a nervous breakdown, Floyd | but this has not been confirmed Floyd | by any of Dr. Rebis' colleagues. Floyd | (continued on D5) Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Jacqueline says, "oh dear." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Saw something he couldn't unsee" | ||
| DavidW says, "birth of something, yeah" | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] > (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | (photostatic copy of a much older document; a notation at the bottom Floyd | dates it at the end of the 18th century) Floyd | Floyd | BE IT KNOWNE that, through the Generositie and Enterprise of the Floyd | Hon. Goodman Heinrich Verlac, the Miskaton Valley Mille shall be Floyd | Rebuilt, even upon the Ashes of the Olde which was Tragically Burnt; Floyd | and Floyd | Floyd | BE IT KNOWNE that, upon its Newe Christening, there shall Arise a Floyd | Sore Need for Men of Able Bodie and Industrious Bent to Work therein; Floyd | and Floyd | Floyd | BE IT KNOWNE that the Hon. Goodman Heinrich Verlac is thereby Floyd | holding a General Call for Employment, and any Honest Man of Working Floyd | Age is Encouraged to Apply. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Knight_Otu asks, "Wait, 1958 - William?" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Do I remember that right?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I was wondering that, but can't recall. I could go look in last week's transcript." | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't have last week's notes handy." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "One sec." | ||
| DavidW says, "Sep 18, 1958 is when William died." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Supposedly. We only found animal bones, probably." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "(Supposedly died, that is)" | ||
| DavidW says, "We haven't gathered everything we found last week yet." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Here, for our future reference:" | ||
| Jacqueline | [LINK] | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah. The family book, we weren't yet in the crypt, that diary..." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, it occurs to me that I didn't post transcripts last week like I promised. Sorry, KO" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "No problem." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I did post the House report though." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, did you? Cool" | ||
| DavidW says, "Let me know when we're ready to continue." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm ready" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Good to go." | ||
| DavidW says, "okay" | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] > (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANTHROPOLOGIST TURNED AWAY IN Floyd | PROPERTY DISPUTE Floyd | Floyd | Prominent anthropologist Dr. Floyd | Joseph Corbin's repeated attempts Floyd | to secure permission to set up an Floyd | archeological dig in nearby Floyd | Anchorhead came to an end yester- Floyd | day when he lost his suit against Floyd | the Rev. Mordecai Verlac. The case Floyd | has been pending for over six Floyd | months. Floyd | The Rev. Verlac has strongly Floyd | disputed Corbin's right to dig in Floyd | the area, contending that the land Floyd | in question belongs to the Floyd | ancestral Verlac estate and is Floyd | therefore his private property. Floyd | Last week, Rev. Verlac's lawyers Floyd | presented conclusive evidence of Floyd | prior ownership, and the judge Floyd | quickly ruled in his favor. Floyd | Dr. Corbin, who is a protégé Floyd | and close personal friend of the Floyd | noted folklorist Dr. J. Arnsworth Floyd | Frazer, hoped to discover relics Floyd | of the little-known Misquat Floyd | Indian culture, which is believed Floyd | to have inhabited this area cen- Floyd | turies prior to European settle- Floyd | ment. Corbin called the decision Floyd | "a travesty". Floyd | Many expected scholars at near- Floyd | by Miskaton University to rally Floyd | behind Corbin's battle, but most Floyd | of the faculty have been strangely Floyd | (continued on D8) Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Knight_Otu asks, "strangely what?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "WE WILL NEVER KNOW" | ||
| DavidW says, "turned into newts" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "hee" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "silent? silenced? killed?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Also: done." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | CONFLAGRATION CLAIMS PAPER MILL -- Floyd | AGAIN Floyd | Floyd | Arkham firefighters worked late Floyd | into the night yesterday, battling Floyd | a blaze that brought Anchorhead's Floyd | historic paper mill to the ground Floyd | despite their best efforts. Floyd | The mill, which provides jobs Floyd | for roughly two-thirds of the Floyd | town's population, caught fire Floyd | yesterday around 4:00 pm. Although Floyd | there have been rumors of an ex- Floyd | plosion, the exact cause of the Floyd | fire remains unknown. Floyd | Fire Inspector Donald Brown re- Floyd | mains puzzled. "There is evidence Floyd | of chemical burns that are incon- Floyd | sistent with the materials used in Floyd | paper manufacture," he told re- Floyd | porters. "There's metal fused with Floyd | metal in there... it's all messed Floyd | up." Floyd | Interestingly, this is not the Floyd | first time the Anchorhead mill has Floyd | burned. The original mill was Floyd | built by Wilhelm Verlac in the Floyd | latter part of the 17th century, Floyd | and historical records indicate Floyd | that it burned down after only ten Floyd | years. The mill was rebuilt by Floyd | Wilhelm's grandson, Heinrich Ver- Floyd | lac, a few decades later. This Floyd | one lasted until shortly before Floyd | the Civil War -- and some still Floyd | hold that it was burned down by Floyd | Confederate sympathizers. Floyd | The current mill was rebuilt Floyd | in 1922 by Heinrich's great-great- Floyd | grandson, Rev. Mordecai Verlac. Floyd | Mordecai, in addition to being a Floyd | fiery preacher and outspoken Pro- Floyd | hibitionist, was quite wealthy and Floyd | owned numerous and widespread in- Floyd | vestments. At the age of 70, this Floyd | controversial figure was accused Floyd | (continued on A16) Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Knight_Otu says, "I guess Mordecai is the horrible "Father"." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Accused of ... I do not want to know." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says, "Wilhelm ... Heinrich ... Elijah ... Mordecai" | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] > (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] > (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] (announcement) Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | It is with great joy that Gwyneth Floyd | and Paul Ward announce the engage- Floyd | ment of their only daughter, JULIA Floyd | GWENDOLYN WARD, to Dr. EDWARD Floyd | PHILLIP VERLAC. Edward is an Floyd | associate professor of history at Floyd | Miskaton University in Anchorhead, Floyd | Massachusetts; Julia plans to Floyd | attend medical school at Arkham Floyd | College. They plan a late June Floyd | wedding. We wish them good fortune Floyd | and long happiness in their union. Floyd | Floyd | (The announcement is dated December 12, 1984, and is accompanied by a Floyd | picture of the young couple. She has long, dark hair and a serious Floyd | expression; he, although only in his twenties, is already starting to Floyd | bald a little. You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from Floyd | his face for some time. It seems open and guileless, and he is clearly Floyd | very happy. There is no hint there of the nightmare his world would Floyd | one day become.) Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Knight_Otu says, "Phillip." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Bleh" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "May be named for another ancestor." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push space" | ||
Floyd ] a sample of the newspaper clippings Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, August 12, 1956) Floyd ] (printed notice) Floyd ] (London Times, March 3, 1918) Floyd ] (crumpled flyer) Floyd ] (obituary) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, June 22, 1973) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, September 19, 1958) Floyd ] (photostatic copy) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, April 9, 1935) Floyd ] (Arkham Herald, July 7, 1988) Floyd ] > (announcement) Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "q" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day two Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Storage Floyd | Old crates and boxes piled high against the walls make this room seem Floyd | even smaller and dingier than it actually is, which is saying a lot. A Floyd | doorway lies north; the other walls contain nothing but shadows and Floyd | dirt-filled corners. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | A sudden gust of wind catches up the newspaper clippings and whirls Floyd | them away, leaving you with an empty box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop box" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP BOX Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Mean game." | |
| DavidW says, "I didn't know we were CARRYING them!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, hooray that q worked." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Stooping to avoid the sharp, bare twigs that snag your clothes and Floyd | seem to reach greedily for your eyes, you pick your way through the Floyd | undergrowth to a small clearing. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | and after several false attempts you discover that the old-fashioned Floyd | iron key fits the lock. Floyd | You unlock the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The undergrowth is too thick in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the iron door first) Floyd | The faint echo of dripping water and a musty smell of decay grow Floyd | stronger as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | In the Crypt Floyd | The air is clammy and frigid, the stone walls damp and streaked with Floyd | mud and lichen. Pale, swollen roots push through cracks in the Floyd | masonry. The smell of damp corruption is almost overpowering here, Floyd | though the stairs to the south lead toward fresher air. Floyd | Floyd | The walls of this chamber contain dozens of wide, shallow niches; in Floyd | each niche, a coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up elijah" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ELIJAH Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up wilhelm" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILHELM Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Huh" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up edward" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EDWARD Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "Edward Verlac, b. April 26, 1960, d. March 14, Floyd | 1997". Like the others, this coffin is built of solid oak, sealed with Floyd | lead. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, right. Never mind." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up julia" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JULIA Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "Julia Ward Verlac, b. May 4, 1964, d. January 10, Floyd | 1997". Like the others, this coffin is built of solid oak, sealed with Floyd | lead. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I am wondering if that is a standard practice." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Seem like overkill." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up phillip" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP PHILLIP Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up william" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | That's not a name you're familiar with. Since the nameplates are Floyd | filled with names you're not familiar with, you are unable to get very Floyd | far looking for it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "If this house was to be sold or something, why did Julia and Edward get buried here still, anyway?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Well, was it to be sold? I mean, that's why we're here." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "To bear fruit to the next horrible generation on the ancestral grounds." | ||
| DavidW says, "Seems the game won't let me look up a name we haven't found yet." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, true." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "At least some of its interior stuff was auctioned off, right?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I think so, yes" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Damn, we need to read that diary after all." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We have to type >READ DIARY. We do not actually have to read it." | ||
| DavidW says, "Children's room, I think it was in." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You involuntary take a deep breath of fresh air as you leave the Floyd | clammy, foetid depths of the crypt behind. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock it" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK IT Floyd | Floyd | You lock the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Flashlight!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Elijah was the painter, yes?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I think so, yes." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SCENE
Floyd |
Floyd | The simple but striking image of five young women being burned to
Floyd | death at the stake. Around them stand a crowd of men and women dressed
| Jacqueline asks, "I... think so?" | |
Floyd | in rustic, 17th century clothing; they jeer and throw stones. The
Floyd | ringleader, standing in front of the five glowing pyres with the
Floyd | smoking torch still in his hand, wears a clergyman's collar.
Floyd |
Floyd | The artist obviously went to painstaking lengths to depict the burning
Floyd | in ghastly detail: skin curling away from blackened flesh; hair
Floyd | shriveling; eyes boiling in their sockets and melting across cracked
Floyd | and splitting cheeks... repeated five times over, on the bodies of
Floyd | five thrashing, screaming girls. It turns your stomach to look at.
Floyd |
Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently
Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired
Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just
Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings
Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to
Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | Your brief sense of comfort quickly drains away, however, as you Floyd | become aware of the icy and maniacal stare emanating from the great Floyd | portrait hanging over the mantelpiece. Under the malefic gaze of those Floyd | red-rimmed eyes, the most comforting thought you can muster is that of Floyd | immediate flight. Floyd | Floyd | On the sofa is a family album. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the family album. It's a slim, hardbound volume in dark Floyd | leather, unadorned except for name "Verlac" embossed on the front. Floyd | Glancing at the title page, you notice two details: one, the book was Floyd | self-published; and two, it was published in 1944. So it's a good bet Floyd | that Edward Verlac and his family aren't mentioned here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | It's a slim, hardbound volume in dark leather, unadorned except for Floyd | name "Verlac" embossed on the front. Glancing at the title page, you Floyd | notice two details: one, the book was self-published; and two, it was Floyd | published in 1944. So it's a good bet that Edward Verlac and his Floyd | family aren't mentioned here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay, I was several years off." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up wilhelm in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILHELM IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Wilhelm Verlac Floyd | Fled with mother Eustacia Verlac during the Witch Burnings of Floyd | 1653; returned to Anchorhead in 1663; elected mayor of Anchorhead in Floyd | 1690; built the Miskaton River Mill in 1695; began construction of the Floyd | lighthouse in 1706. Floyd | Floyd | The picture is a reproduction of a charcoal sketch, probably done when Floyd | he was a younger man. The similarities to the portrait in the sitting Floyd | room is evident, though: the patrician nose; the harsh, thin line of Floyd | the mouth; the lean, wolfish jaw. It is the eyes, however, that carry Floyd | the true family resemblance. Even in the rough, colorless strokes of Floyd | charcoal, you can see that they are edged with the same raw madness Floyd | that haunts the red-tinged gaze of the sitting room portrait. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "lighthouse" | |
| DavidW says, "All major buildings in the area except the courthouse and university, it seems." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x portrait" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PORTRAIT Floyd | Floyd | The man in the portrait is the apotheosis of everything cruel and Floyd | inhuman that you have ever laid eyes on. His archaic Puritan dress Floyd | would indicate that he must have lived a very long time ago; perhaps Floyd | he was the founder of the Verlac family in this region. If so, it's no Floyd | wonder they all wound up murdered or mad: the red-rimmed eyes glaring Floyd | down from his gaunt and haggard face seem to blaze with a terrible Floyd | insanity. There is nothing regal, fatherly or dignified about this Floyd | portrait. It is the essence of raving, gibbering evil captured on Floyd | canvas. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up eustacia in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EUSTACIA IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Eustacia Verlac Floyd | Born to Croseus Verlac; gave birth to one son, Wilhelm; fled Floyd | Anchorhead during the Witch Burnings of 1653; remained in hiding in Floyd | Arkham for 10 years, then returned with son in 1663; died 1686. Floyd | Floyd | The woman in the portrait is strikingly beautiful, with jet black hair Floyd | that hangs down past her shoulders like a shining, velvet curtain. Floyd | There is some resemblance to the thin, cruel features of her father, Floyd | but not the ragged, red-tinged madness about the eyes. Eustacia's eyes Floyd | are not red at all; they are cold and deep and very dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Gibbering is such a good word" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up croseus in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CROSEUS IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Croseus Verlac Floyd | Born the son of a provincial cabinet-maker in the Höllental Floyd | Valley circa 1590; fled Germany in 1620 to avoid charges of heresy; Floyd | came to the New World in 1622 on the ship Dawn Maiden; Floyd | founded the town of Anchorhead in 1624; began construction of Verlac Floyd | estate in 1625; signed the non-aggression pact with Chief Chuaquacqat Floyd | of the Misquat tribe in 1631. Floyd | Floyd | The picture is a full-page black-and-white reproduction of the Floyd | portrait hanging in the sitting room. Underneath it, someone has Floyd | scribbled in pencil: Floyd | Floyd | his is our blood Floyd | he always returns to his blood Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hell Valley. Nice." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Oh right, that. He always returns to his blood." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I remember that from years ago." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up elijah in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ELIJAH IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Elijah Verlac Floyd | Traveled to Europe in 1824 to study painting and to research Floyd | the Verlac genealogy; returned to Anchorhead in 1832; entered the Floyd | seminary at Arkham College in 1834; ordained in 1844; began Floyd | construction of the Church of Celestial Wisdom in Anchorhead in 1860; Floyd | accused of Confederate sympathies in 1862; retired from the clergy and Floyd | devoted life to painting in 1873. Floyd | Floyd | On of the earliest photographic portraits in the album, it depicts a Floyd | man in his sixties, at least. His face is deeply scored by time, his Floyd | skin mottled with liver spots, his long, gray hair swept back from a Floyd | high, bony forehead. This man resembles the portrait in the sitting Floyd | room more than any of the others, for he has practically the same eyes Floyd | -- the raw, bloodshot madness staring out from hollow caves in his Floyd | skull. Floyd | Floyd | You note one other interesting detail: he appears to have an extra Floyd | digit, a sixth finger, on his right hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Note that detail, my children. I think we shall see it again later." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Mordecai Verlac Floyd | Currently residing in Anchorhead; attended seminary at Arkham Floyd | College in 1906; ordained in 1912; re-established the Church of Floyd | Celestial Wisdom in 1920; rebuilt the Miskaton River Mill in Floyd | 1922. Floyd | Floyd | The photograph depicts a man who has returned to his Puritan roots: Floyd | dressed in spartan black, hair clipped in an archaic tonsure, Floyd | clutching a Bible in his lap as he glares stoically at the camera. Floyd | This is the kind of man who would whip his children for laughing on Floyd | Sunday. His eyes still carry the Verlac madness, burning with Floyd | single-minded righteousness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I just love Michael's family even more with every bio we read." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up heinrich in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP HEINRICH IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Heinrich Verlac Floyd | Added cupola to the Verlac Estate in 1759; elected mayor of Floyd | Anchorhead in 1765; rebuilt the Miskaton River Mill in 1770; led the Floyd | battle of Quattac Bend in the Misquat Uprising of 1772; arrested as a Floyd | Royalist sympathizer in 1777 but subsequently cleared of all charges; Floyd | completed construction of the lighthouse in 1795. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait is of Heinrich as an older man, in his late fifties, Floyd | perhaps. The German ancestry shows through more clearly here, in the Floyd | set of his jaw and the line of his forehead. The eyes burn with Floyd | aggressive pride... and perhaps a little of the madness which stained Floyd | the gaze of his ancestors as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up edward in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EDWARD IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | Since this book was only published in 1944, there is no mention of Floyd | Edward Verlac or his family. He probably wasn't even born yet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up phillip in album" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP PHILLIP IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | You cannot find that name anywhere in the album. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay, no phillip." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rug" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X RUG Floyd | Floyd | The rug has a rustic, quilt-like pattern to it, and it covers all but Floyd | the outer edges of the hardwood floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Children's Bedroom Floyd | This must be the children's bedroom. The bed is smaller than the one Floyd | in the master bedroom, its bright coverlet providing one of the few Floyd | feeble splashes of color in what must have been, for most of its Floyd | history, a joylessly Puritan household. A small vanity table occupies Floyd | the opposite wall, and in the corner under the window stands an Floyd | ancient crib. The only exit is to the north. Floyd | Floyd | A child's jewelry box sits on the corner of the vanity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOX Floyd | Floyd | It's hardly larger than your hand, made of wood and charmingly Floyd | decorated with a picture of children dancing around a Maypole. Most Floyd | likely a plaything of one of the later Verlac children. The lid is Floyd | closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu looks away. | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN BOX Floyd | Floyd | You open the jewelry box, revealing a silver locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take locket" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the flashlight into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You pick up the silver locket. It is oval-shaped, held shut with a Floyd | tiny clasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x locket" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | It is oval-shaped, held shut with a tiny clasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | You open the silver locket, revealing a boy's picture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x picture" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PICTURE Floyd | Floyd | (the jewelry box) Floyd | It's hardly larger than your hand, made of wood and charmingly Floyd | decorated with a picture of children dancing around a Maypole. Most Floyd | likely a plaything of one of the later Verlac children. The lid is Floyd | open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "boy's" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > BOY'S
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x boy's" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > X BOY'S
Floyd |
Floyd | The boy in the picture looks no more than three or four years old. He
Floyd | is smiling, but there is something disconcerting about his expression,
Floyd | as though his head were not shaped quite right or his features had
Floyd | been placed slightly wrong. He might possibly have been mentally
Floyd | retarded. It's difficult to tell, because the picture has been cropped
Floyd | so closely you can't even see the edges of the boy's face. Only his
Floyd | features fill the tiny frame.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close locket" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | You close the silver locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crib" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CRIB Floyd | Floyd | The crib is made of wood and held together with pegs, not nails. It's Floyd | probably at least as old as the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BED Floyd | Floyd | Not as fancy as the four-poster, but it looks comfortable enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under bed" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER BED Floyd | Floyd | You notice some odd scratches in the floor around the legs of the bed Floyd | frame -- marks about six inches long, scored into the wood. Otherwise, Floyd | nothing but shadows and dust under the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move bed" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE BED Floyd | Floyd | Bracing yourself, you push the bed away from the wall, revealing a Floyd | ragged hole in the wood paneling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | It's about six inches wide, and looks like it was made by by someone Floyd | breaking in the wall with a hammer and pulling chunks of paneling out Floyd | with their bare hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in hole" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN HOLE Floyd | Floyd | In the ragged hole is a bundle of soggy pages. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pages" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PAGES Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the bundle of soggy pages. It appears to have been Floyd | someone's diary. There must have been a leak at some time behind the Floyd | wall where it was hidden, because most of the pages are water-logged Floyd | and completely illegible. However, portions of a few entries remain Floyd | untouched. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pages" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PAGES Floyd | Floyd | It appears to have been someone's diary. There must have been a leak Floyd | at some time behind the wall where it was hidden, because most of the Floyd | pages are water-logged and completely illegible. However, portions of Floyd | a few entries remain untouched. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "WARNING: 'read pages' is next." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read pages" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ PAGES Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you turn the tattered pages. The handwriting is that of a Floyd | young girl. You idly wonder if this might have been the diary of one Floyd | of Edward Verlac's daughters -- but then you notice part of a date, Floyd | just visible in the corner of the page: 1953. This must have been Floyd | written, then, several years before Edward was born. Floyd | Floyd | The entries that are legible read as follows: Floyd | Floyd | ...Father came again to my bed last night... mother doesn't... Floyd | tells me I can't... to be a good daughter. Sometimes it hurts, but Floyd | Father always tells me I shouldn't cry. Father says a daughter must do Floyd | her Duty if she wants to get into Heaven. And I do want to get into Floyd | Heaven... Floyd | Floyd | [this entry dated 1957] ...my poor little William. Father calls Floyd | him an aberration, child of the Devil, but I don't believe... locked Floyd | in the attic. I go to see him whenever Father is away. I sing to him, Floyd | sometimes, through the keyhole, and slip him sweets through the crack Floyd | under the door... my baby is beautiful... can't let him hurt my dear Floyd | baby William... to the doctor, and he has a plan... I can never... Floyd | this locket, William, and I will always keep yours... to always Floyd | remember my face... Floyd | Floyd | Nothing else is readable except for one fragmented entry near the very Floyd | end of the book, the date in the corner reading February 27, 1961: Floyd | Floyd | ...dead, but not dead yet... will not allow him to do to Edward Floyd | what he wanted to do to William... have learned... given him the charm Floyd | against the... never take it off, dear Edward... [a page has been Floyd | torn away] ...fear to sleep... mist at the window -- Floyd | Floyd | And that's all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Children's Bedroom Floyd | This must be the children's bedroom. The bed is smaller than the one Floyd | in the master bedroom, its bright coverlet providing one of the few Floyd | feeble splashes of color in what must have been, for most of its Floyd | history, a joylessly Puritan household. A small vanity table occupies Floyd | the opposite wall, and in the corner under the window stands an Floyd | ancient crib. The only exit is to the north. Floyd | Floyd | A child's jewelry box sits on the corner of the vanity, its lid open. Floyd | Floyd | The bed has been pushed away from the wall slightly, revealing a Floyd | ragged hole in the paneling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TABLE Floyd | Floyd | A simple vanity table, scaled down for a child, spartan in design and Floyd | almost wholly without decoration. It's hard to imagine keeping any Floyd | sort of makeup or jewelry on it, but then again, vanity of even the Floyd | most innocent kind was probably discouraged in most of the Verlac Floyd | children. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims (at KO), "IT'S OVER! YOU CAN UNCOVER YOUR EYES NOW!" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Can I ppeek now?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes" | ||
| DavidW asks, "So, shall I find the newspaper, or go open William's coffin next?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I guess the coffin?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the family album into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | but none of the keys seem to fit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It's a free-standing cabinet about as tall as you are, crafted of Floyd | cherrywood. The double paneled doors are open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Should we save occasionally, or ... does it matter?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Taleslinger exclaims, "Eeeagh! Bar!" | ||
| Taleslinger has disconnected. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > NW
Floyd |
Floyd | Stooping to avoid the sharp, bare twigs that snag your clothes and
| Knight_Otu says, "We probably should." | |
Floyd | seem to reach greedily for your eyes, you pick your way through the Floyd | undergrowth to a small clearing. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the iron door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the iron door first) Floyd | The faint echo of dripping water and a musty smell of decay grow Floyd | stronger as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | In the Crypt Floyd | The air is clammy and frigid, the stone walls damp and streaked with Floyd | mud and lichen. Pale, swollen roots push through cracks in the Floyd | masonry. The smell of damp corruption is almost overpowering here, Floyd | though the stairs to the south lead toward fresher air. Floyd | Floyd | The walls of this chamber contain dozens of wide, shallow niches; in Floyd | each niche, a coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up william" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "William Verlac, b. June 22, 1954, d. September Floyd | 18, 1958". Unlike the others, William's coffin is a ramshackle affair Floyd | of cheap pine, held together with rusting nails. It's half-rotten with Floyd | age and so shabbily built you could probably open it with your bare Floyd | hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open william" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | Compelled by a gruesome curiosity, you dig your fingers under the Floyd | soft, rotting boards and pry up the lid. With the shriek of pulling Floyd | nails and a shower of crumbling wood, the coffin comes open, and you Floyd | look inside, expecting to find a child's tiny skeleton... Floyd | Floyd | Dear God. Floyd | Floyd | There's no child buried here. Instead, the coffin contains only the Floyd | worm-eaten bones of some kind of animal. Floyd | Floyd | Who would have buried an animal in place of the child that should have Floyd | been interred here? And why would they do such a thing? Glumly, you Floyd | look around at the rest of the coffins, and realize that anyone who Floyd | might have known the answers to these questions is probably already Floyd | buried in this room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BONES Floyd | Floyd | You're no veterinarian, but these cannot possibly be the bones of a Floyd | human child. A dog seems most likely, at a rough guess. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "haha" | |
| Jacqueline says, "IRTA 'You're no vegetarian, but...'" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I was about to ask..." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up eustacia" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EUSTACIA Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up croseus" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up michael" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You involuntary take a deep breath of fresh air as you leave the Floyd | clammy, foetid depths of the crypt behind. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The undergrowth is too thick in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "lock it?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| Jacqueline shrugs. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You lock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | A damp newspaper lies on the curb, fluttering slightly in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the silver locket into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | You pick up the newspaper. It's the "Weekly Arkham Herald". Floyd | Anchorhead, apparently, is not large enough to warrant its own Floyd | newspaper. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | The front page story is about Jeffrey Greer, 8 years old, who was Floyd | abducted from his home at #11 Mill Town Road last night. Little Floyd | Jeffrey is the latest victim in a series of abductions that stretches Floyd | back for years, one every six months or so, and that authorities Floyd | believe is the work of a single perpetrator. Local police had hoped to Floyd | prove that Edward Verlac had been behind the kidnappings, but were Floyd | unable to obtain a confession or any hard proof. Edward Verlac was Floyd | convicted of murdering his wife and two daughters, one of whom was 15 Floyd | months old, in January of this year; he was found not guilty by reason Floyd | of insanity and incarcerated in Danvers Asylum, where he remained Floyd | until committing suicide last March. This latest kidnapping, occurring Floyd | after Edward's death, seems to have cleared up any lingering Floyd | suspicions that he might have been the culprit. Floyd | Floyd | Anyone possessing information regarding the whereabouts of Jeffrey Floyd | Greer is strongly urged to speak to the authorities as soon as Floyd | possible. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Courthouse or university next?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Either." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Wait, Courthouse" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Birth Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "That's why I wanted to come here." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You search in vain for a while before remembering that Croseus Verlac Floyd | wasn't born in this country, and would therefore probably not have any Floyd | birth certificate on record. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up eustacia" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EUSTACIA Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Eustacia Verlac: born November 22, 1634. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Death records?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I guess run through all the names in both rooms." | ||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So yeah, more birth." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up william" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | William Verlac: born June 22, 1954. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Mordecai Verlac: born January 30, 1886. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up elijah" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ELIJAH Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Elijah Verlac: born December 16, 1802. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up daryl" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP DARYL Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up tara" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP TARA Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up christopher" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CHRISTOPHER Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up heinrich" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP HEINRICH Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Heinrich Verlac: born October 18, 1734. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up wilhelm" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILHELM Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Wilhelm Verlac: born March 11, 1651. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up michael" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Death Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up eustacia" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EUSTACIA Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Eustacia Verlac: died April 8, 1686. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Croseus Verlac: died March 11, 1651. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up william" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | William Verlac: died September 18, 1958. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm. So just bare bones." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Wilhelm Verlac: born March 11, 1651." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up wilhelm" | Knight_Otu says, "Croseus Verlac: died March 11, 1651." | |
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILHELM Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Wilhelm Verlac: died October 18, 1734. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to KO), "Yeah" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up heinrich" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP HEINRICH Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Heinrich Verlac: died December 16, 1802. Floyd | Floyd | You seem to be uncovering a pattern here; all these Verlacs seem to Floyd | have lived to a ripe old age and then died on the very day the next Floyd | one is born. The birth records are incomplete -- no parents are Floyd | listed, and no cause of death is noted on the death records -- there's Floyd | just not enough information here to draw a conclusion. You'll simply Floyd | have to keep digging until you find the answers... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up elijah" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ELIJAH Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Elijah Verlac: died January 30, 1886. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Mordecai Verlac: died April 26, 1960. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "May I inject a brief moment of some levity?" | |
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "This exercise has me thinking of Puritan names, because I have to come up with an ancestral name in the Gragne project." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I have come across an article on bizarre Puritan names." | ||
| Jacqueline | Praise-God. Full name, Praise-God Barebone. The Barebones were a rich source of crazy names. This one was a leather-worker, member of a particularly odd Puritan group and an MP. He gave his name to the Barebones Parliament, which ruled Britain in 1653.Praise-God. Full name, Praise-God Barebone. The Barebones were a rich source of crazy names. This one was a leather-worker, member of a particularly odd Puritan group and an MP. He gave his name to the Barebones Parliament, which ruled Britain in 1653. | ||
| Jacqueline says, "And I would also like to share his son:" | ||
| Jacqueline | If-Christ-had-not-died-for-thee-thou-hadst-been-damned. Praise-God's son, he made a name for himself as an economist. But, for some inexplicable reason, he decided to go by the name Nicolas Barbon.If-Christ-had-not-died-for-thee-thou-hadst-been-damned. Praise-God's son, he made a name for himself as an economist. But, for some inexplicable reason, he decided to go by the name Nicolas Barbon. | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Anyway, full article:" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Wha.." | ||
| Jacqueline | [LINK] | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We may now resume our regularly scheduled program." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Can I get divorced from humankind?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "NO" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We need you" | ||
| DavidW says, "I think we're done in the courthouse." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Darn." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | The obelisk measures about two feet square at its base, narrowing Floyd | slightly as it rises a good fifteen feet to a bluntly pointed tip. An Floyd | iron ring is embedded in the stone high up on one side, about two feet Floyd | from the top. Dense, twisting hieroglyphs cover all four sides of the Floyd | obelisk, although they are too worn to be read clearly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Circulation Desk Floyd | A high counter divides the public portion of the library from the Floyd | reserved stacks -- all the more esoteric and mysterious volumes from Floyd | the university's collection. If anything, the area behind the counter Floyd | is even more shadowy than the side you're on. The main reading area Floyd | lies south. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging on the wall next to the counter is a small, printed sign. Floyd | Beneath the sign sits a heavy, dog-eared register, and sitting next to Floyd | the register is a bell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x regiater" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > X REGIATER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > X REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | It's basically a log, recording what book was checked out, who checked Floyd | it out, and when. There must be hundreds of names here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up michael in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MICHAEL IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | Your husband's name is down at the bottom. The title of the book Floyd | is A Historical Overview of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Floyd | Region by J. Arnsworth Frazer, pub. 1906. Quite a mouthful. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ring bell" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > RING BELL Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Ding. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later, the gaunt and fishy-eyed librarian emerges silently Floyd | from the shadows behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask librarian for frazer" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK LIBRARIAN FOR FRAZER Floyd | Floyd | The librarian says nothing. Slowly, very slowly, she looks you up and Floyd | down, and then, just as slowly, she turns to look at the sign posted Floyd | over the counter. Finally, agonizingly slowly, she turns back to you, Floyd | and stares at you with a vague, unblinking air of disapproval. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SIGN Floyd | Floyd | "All restricted books must be signed for on the register, and may not Floyd | be removed from this building. Please have your faculty ID ready when Floyd | you make your request." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give id to librarian" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE ID TO LIBRARIAN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the faculty card) Floyd | (slipping the bundle of soggy pages into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | The librarian looks the card over, nods slowly, and hands it back to Floyd | you without a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sign register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > SIGN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask librarian about frazer" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK LIBRARIAN ABOUT FRAZER Floyd | Floyd | Wordlessly the librarian retreats back into the shadows, only to Floyd | reappear the next moment carrying the thick, dusty tome you saw your Floyd | husband with earlier. Dutifully, you sign the register, and the Floyd | librarian hands you the book before disappearing again. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "HOORAY" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x frazer" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FRAZER Floyd | Floyd | A thick and weighty tome, its full title is A Historical Overview Floyd | of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Region by J. Arnsworth Floyd | Frazer, published in 1906. It begins: "Although New England has always Floyd | been an abundant storehouse of American myth and folklore, the Floyd | Miskaton River Valley has long been recognized as particularly fecund Floyd | ground for tall tales and fanciful superstition. Legends abound of Floyd | hideous, inhuman races living within the venerable hills; of pagan Floyd | rituals enacted at unholy burial grounds and dedicated to ancient, Floyd | blasphemous gods..." and continues along the same lines in the Floyd | typically dry and bombastic style of those times. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read frazer" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ FRAZER Floyd | Floyd | As you open the book, a slip of paper falls from its pages and Floyd | flutters to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take slip" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SLIP Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the slip of paper. Someone was apparently using it as a Floyd | bookmark. There's some writing on one side. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "oooh" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read slip" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ SLIP Floyd | Floyd | It says: Floyd | Floyd | born-died same date? Floyd | have to chk. records Floyd | Floyd | The handwriting is unmistakably Michael's. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "So he noticed, too." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read frazer" | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] Introduction Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A thick and weighty tome, its full title is A Historical Overview Floyd | of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Region by J. Arnsworth Floyd | Frazer, published in 1906. It begins: "Although New England has always Floyd | been an abundant storehouse of American myth and folklore, the Floyd | Miskaton River Valley has long been recognized as particularly fecund Floyd | ground for tall tales and fanciful superstition. Legends abound of Floyd | hideous, inhuman races living within the venerable hills; of pagan Floyd | rituals enacted at unholy burial grounds and dedicated to ancient, Floyd | blasphemous gods..." and continues along the same lines in the Floyd | typically dry and bombastic style of those times. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] > The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This chapter deals with the strange mythology surrounding the person Floyd | of Croseus Verlac, the first of the American Verlacs, who immigrated Floyd | from the Black Forest region of Germany in the early 1600s. He settled Floyd | in the Miskaton Valley and there helped establish the small fishing Floyd | port soon to be known as Anchorhead. Floyd | Floyd | Croseus sired six raven-haired daughters and schooled all of them at Floyd | home. The girls were reclusive and odd of habit, and by the time the Floyd | eldest turned fifteen the town had all but openly accused them of Floyd | witchcraft. The townsfolk shunned the Verlac daughters and called them Floyd | "the Old Man's Coven" -- although never within earshot, since Croseus Floyd | was already a very powerful and influential man in that region. Floyd | Floyd | Although he never had a son, Croseus apparently sired a number of Floyd | grandsons by more than one of his daughters -- ostensibly to keep the Floyd | Verlac blood pure, such practice being not uncommon in the more Floyd | secluded and xenophobic early settlements. However, most of the male Floyd | children were born dead, or horribly deformed, or both, and there were Floyd | furtive whispers that Croseus was practicing some form of dark sorcery Floyd | on his progeny. The fact that Croseus fell ill on the day that the Floyd | first healthy male child was born (to his youngest daughter), and died Floyd | before day's end, did not go unnoticed. Floyd | Floyd | After Croseus died, the townspeople turned against the "coven", Floyd | burning all of them to death except for Eustacia, the youngest, who Floyd | managed to escape along with her infant son, Wilhelm. She returned Floyd | some years later, after an outbreak of smallpox wiped out much of the Floyd | town's older population, including the Calvinist minister and every Floyd | last man and woman who had participated in the burning of Verlac's Floyd | brood. Floyd | Floyd | With a start, you remember the pattern you uncovered in the city Floyd | archives -- each Verlac dying on the very day his grandson is born... Floyd | no parents listed on the birth certificates... no marriage records, Floyd | only sons then daughters then sons... and a sickening, horrifying Floyd | thought begins to take shape: what if the foul tradition begun by Floyd | Croseus Verlac did not end with his death? Floyd | Floyd | What if, for centuries, the Verlacs have been raping their own Floyd | daughters in order to sire grandsons? Floyd | Floyd | What in God's name was wrong with this family? How could this have Floyd | gone on for so long without anyone knowing about it or trying to stop Floyd | it? And why does each Verlac die on the very day his grandson is born? Floyd | Floyd | Edward Verlac, the man from whom Michael inherited the house and all Floyd | its madness, must have been the last of his line, the child of his Floyd | mother and his mother's own father. He went insane and killed his Floyd | entire family, and now his legacy has been passed on to your husband. Floyd | With a sudden rush of urgency and fear, you realize that you have to Floyd | get out of this town, and you have to get Michael out with you, as Floyd | soon as humanly possible. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Jacqueline says, "So, now I'm trying to remember..." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "How exactly is Michael related to these folks?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Distantly." | ||
| DavidW says, "Looks like we stopped reading." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Like, we can't carry on the tradition, not being ourselves a Verlac." | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, I didn't scroll." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I don't recall if there were details mentioned." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] > The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] > Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Little is known about the enigmatic Misquat Indians. They are believed Floyd | to have occupied a small, unobtrusive area around southeastern Floyd | Massachusetts, along the banks of the river which now bears their Floyd | name. At the time that this book was published, various property Floyd | disputes prevented any thorough archaeological investigation of the Floyd | area; information regarding this tiny, sequestered tribe is therefore Floyd | scarce and based largely on hearsay and folklore. Floyd | Floyd | Analysis of the only known fossil -- a partial skull -- has led some Floyd | anthropologists to conclude that the Misquat were not indigenous to Floyd | the region. One popular theory holds that the tribe is most closely Floyd | related to certain degenerate branches of the northern Esquimeaux, and Floyd | were perhaps driven from their original sub-arctic clime and forced to Floyd | settle in exile in what would become the northeastern United States. Floyd | Floyd | Although precious few physical artifacts have been recovered -- chief Floyd | among them a pair of ritual masks and a crudely carved, seven-holed Floyd | wind instrument -- tall tales of Misquat ritual abound. They appear to Floyd | have been a unilaterally reviled tribe. Most of the whispered stories Floyd | involve horrid, ululating chants around blazing bonfires in the dead Floyd | of winter night, grotesque copulations performed in honor of bestial Floyd | gods, and of course abundant human sacrifice. The Misquat were Floyd | generally known as child-stealers, creeping through open windows at Floyd | night to perpetrate foul kidnappings. None of these claims can of Floyd | course be verified; nearly all Indian tribes encountered by the first Floyd | European settlers have been subject to such prejudices at one time or Floyd | another. Floyd | Floyd | It is known that the Misquat were most likely star-worshippers, and Floyd | possessed what was likely a quite complex theology involving entities Floyd | that dwelled beyond "the bowl of tiny fires" -- their term for the Floyd | night sky. These entities granted wisdom or insanity, bestowed Floyd | prosperity or famine, according to how well or how laxly the tribe Floyd | performed its ritual appeasements. The rituals attempted to contact or Floyd | possibly summon aspects of these entities through elaborately carved Floyd | "beacons" -- mounds of stones or obelisks placed at significant Floyd | geographical locations. Floyd | Floyd | The few eroded hieroglyphs left by them (oddly, the Misquat were one Floyd | of the few North American tribes to have developed a system of writing Floyd | prior to any contact with Europeans) have proved a compelling but so Floyd | far intractable puzzle for linguists today; all further detail about Floyd | their ritual and mythology remains yet a mystery. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | DavidW says, "We saw a flute last week." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah. I was thinking that." | ||
| DavidW says, "I forget where we found the combo to the safe." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I've posted the temp transcript for just such questions." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "In the journal from the cabinet, I think." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] > Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] > The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly all of the early European settlements circulated stories of a Floyd | being known as "The Dark Man" that lived in the primordial woods Floyd | beyond the settlements' borders. Deeply religious and at the same time Floyd | almost hysterically superstitious, clinging precariously to the edges Floyd | of an unexplored and therefore terrifying continent, it was only Floyd | natural for people in those times to project their collective fears Floyd | onto the unknown. For the predominantly fundamentalist Protestant Floyd | sects that first colonized the New World, these projections typically Floyd | were embodiments of the Christian concept of the Devil. Floyd | Floyd | The Dark Man generally takes the form of a man, sometimes of large or Floyd | even giant stature but more often no larger than a natural human. He Floyd | is invariably dark-skinned, although rarely described as a Negro -- Floyd | most often he is a Caucasian with jet-black skin, thus combining the Floyd | refined, cunning intelligence of the European with the base carnality Floyd | of the African. He is regularly portrayed as the consort of witches. Floyd | He has many names: The Dark Man, The Grinning Man, Old Scratch, Floyd | Springheel Jack, The Evil One, etc., but always his formal, Biblical Floyd | appellation -- "Lucifer" or "Satan" -- is scrupulously avoided, a Floyd | holdover from the tradition that to speak a demon's name is to attract Floyd | his attention and perhaps even summon him. Floyd | Floyd | More interesting to the folklorist are the names that harken further Floyd | back than these simple Christian superstitions, recalling a more pagan Floyd | portrayal of the dark and unknown. These tales, which originate from Floyd | the more reclusive colonies, often bring out the more animalistic, Floyd | nature-worshipping aspect of the Dark Man. He is sometimes pictured as Floyd | being covered with hair, or having hooves instead of feet, resembling Floyd | Classical images of Pan. His names are more obscure: The Wicker (or Floyd | Wicca) Man; The Black Goat With A Thousand Young. Therein lie Floyd | tantalizing clues offering the enterprising folklorist still deeper Floyd | glimpses into the collective unconscious. Floyd | Floyd | A few rare instances of The Dark Man have been uncovered that point Floyd | beyond even these antiquated references -- bizarre aspects that seem Floyd | to reflect some of the less understood concepts of Native American Floyd | mysticism. Such baroque names as "The Lurker At The Threshold" or "The Floyd | Watcher Beyond The Stars" point to a substratum of human mythology as Floyd | yet untouched. These versions typically describe not physical Floyd | manifestations, but rather abstract concepts of Evil and Time that Floyd | some scholars have linked to the pre-Roman god Saturn, before he Floyd | became characterized as merely the father of Zeus, when he was instead Floyd | identified with the Ouroburos Dragon, Devourer of Worlds. Hopefully, Floyd | as more archaeological evidence is uncovered, we will be able to speak Floyd | of these primordial connections with greater confidence. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | DavidW asks, "ready?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Ready." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Not quite" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Thanks." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] > The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] > The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
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Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Rather unique to the lower Miskaton River Valley, this tale centers Floyd | around a seemingly malevolent fog that roams the forests and lonely Floyd | night roads, choking the unwary traveler with invisible, untouchable Floyd | hands. Floyd | Floyd | The experience of being attacked by this strange entity is described Floyd | in an 1855 journal as: "...lyke as thowe a deade man were to put his Floyd | corpsey fingers downe yr throate withe one hande, & up yr nostrille Floyd | withe the other..." Floyd | Floyd | No two tellings can agree on the origins of this terrible mist. Some Floyd | accounts insist that it is a spirit of the restless dead; others Floyd | attribute the effect to malicious hobgoblins. Other versions implicate Floyd | witchcraft, a pirate's curse, swamp faerie... the list goes on. Some Floyd | of the more esoteric explanations seem to indicate that the legend was Floyd | adapted by white settlers from native superstitions held by the tribes Floyd | indigenous to the Miskaton region; however, there is no evidence as Floyd | yet that the "strangling mist" existed in any form prior to the Floyd | appearance of Europeans. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] > The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] > The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] > The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Yet another colorful folk legend involves the recurring image of a Floyd | "ghost train" -- a spectral locomotive that materializes from nowhere, Floyd | glides across the haunted track for a short period of time, and then Floyd | disappears as mysteriously as it came. Floyd | Floyd | This story did not originate among the first white settlers, of Floyd | course; obviously it only came into being after the advent of the Floyd | steam locomotive in our burgeoning Machine Age. The earliest known Floyd | recorded version of this story, in fact, is dated 1882. Nonetheless, Floyd | the legend provides us with an interesting example of how the Floyd | collective unconscious adapts itself to changing aspects of our Floyd | culture, cloaking old symbolism in the trappings of new technology. Floyd | Floyd | Although many versions hold that the ghost train represents the Floyd | ghastly echoes of a locomotive that was wrecked (derailed and lost off Floyd | a mountain pass is the most popular means of destruction), this is in Floyd | fact a simplistic interpretation not seen until many decades after the Floyd | myth originated. More intriguing and more useful to the folklorist are Floyd | versions that explain the ghost train as a transport to the land of Floyd | the dead -- a modernized boat of Charon, ferrying damned souls across Floyd | the shroud to the devil's newly industrial Hell. These are the Floyd | versions which most faithfully maintain links to the traditions of the Floyd | past, and demonstrate the curious evolutionary behavior of the myth. Floyd | Floyd | In some of these tellings, the traveling soul must have a ticket to Floyd | present to the grim conductor -- an element directly analogous to the Floyd | ancient custom of placing of gold coins beneath the tongue to buy Floyd | passage to the underworld. Living souls who ventured too near the Floyd | tracks as the ghost train made its nightly sojourn would find Floyd | themselves swept along -- echoing the Celtic/Germanic myth of the Wild Floyd | Hunt, in which witness were compelled to join as either hunter or Floyd | prey. Those who thus boarded the train by accident, madness or mere Floyd | foolishness were inevitably carried back to whatever eldritch Floyd | dimension from whence the train originated. Tales of return voyages Floyd | are rare and generally held by those who pass them along to be Floyd | apocryphal. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | DavidW asks, "ready?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yes." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] from the Table of Contents of 'A Historical Overview' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Introduction Floyd ] The Legend of Croseus Verlac Floyd ] Rituals of the Misquat Indians Floyd ] The Dark Man and Other Aspects Floyd ] The 'Strangling Mist' Legend Floyd ] > The 'Ghost Train' Legend Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "q" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Circulation Desk Floyd | A high counter divides the public portion of the library from the Floyd | reserved stacks -- all the more esoteric and mysterious volumes from Floyd | the university's collection. If anything, the area behind the counter Floyd | is even more shadowy than the side you're on. The main reading area Floyd | lies south. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging on the wall next to the counter is a small, printed sign. Floyd | Beneath the sign sits a heavy, dog-eared register, and sitting next to Floyd | the register is a bell. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Unless we need to reread this book, I say return it for now." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Sure" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ring bell" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > RING BELL Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Ding. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later, the gaunt and fishy-eyed librarian emerges silently Floyd | from the shadows behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Weprobably can't take it along anyway." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give frazer to librarian" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day two Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE FRAZER TO LIBRARIAN Floyd | Floyd | Wordlessly the librarian takes the tome from you and spirits it back Floyd | to the shadowy depths of the reserved stacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "I'm guessing this is the only book we check out?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I don't think we know any other books." | ||
| DavidW says, "I vaguely remember that other books were possible." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Guess we'll see." | ||
| DavidW asks, "My memory of this game is very spotty, but I think there were three others?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Let's get the safe and attic doors open next, I think." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You may leave to the east, or approach the counter to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I don't remember visiting that vacant lot?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | An old man dressed in dirty rags sits on his mattress, muttering to Floyd | himself as he stares intently out to sea. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, that seems new to me." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > X MAN Floyd | Floyd | This pitiful creature might once have been a successful and healthy Floyd | man, but alcohol and mental illness have dragged him down Floyd | irretrievably into degenerate squalor. His clothes are filthy tatters; Floyd | his hair is a matted, knotted mess; his body reeks of booze and urine. Floyd | He sits on his mattress, seemingly oblivious to you or the rest of the Floyd | world, and that's where he'll stay until either Death or the next Floyd | drink comes around. Floyd | Floyd | The old bum is clutching a small object to his chest; he rubs it and Floyd | turns it in his hands constantly, as though it were some sort of relic Floyd | or charm. It's hard to tell, but it appears to be a key. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "We have a flask. He has a key. Trade?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Well, by god, if it's a key, we must have it." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we give our rotgut for it." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, sounds good." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "talk to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to talk to the bum about? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "key" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the small copper key) Floyd | The old man squints at you with bleary, cunning eyes. "Don't know too Floyd | much about that," he quavers. "Memory's not what it used to be... I'm Floyd | so thirsty, Miss, so thirsty..." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give flask to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE FLASK TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flask) Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | His eyes burning with greed, the old man snatches the flask from your Floyd | hand, unscrews the cap and tips it up into his waiting mouth. Trickles Floyd | of pungent brown liquid ooze from the corners of his mouth as he Floyd | swallows convulsively, his hands trembling, his eyes squeezed shut and Floyd | streaming tears. Finally, he falls back onto his mattress with a Floyd | beatific smile on his mud-smeared face, the flask dropping from his Floyd | fingers. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the small copper key) Floyd | "Mine!" the old man hisses, clapping his hands onto his chest as Floyd | though you were about to frisk him for it. "It's mine, and I won't let Floyd | it go!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about key" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the small copper key) Floyd | "Mine!" the old man hisses, clapping his hands onto his chest as Floyd | though you were about to frisk him for it. "It's mine, and I won't let Floyd | it go!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT MAN Floyd | Floyd | The old man sighs. "I was a doctor, once. I was a very good doctor. Floyd | But that was before Edward, you know. Little Edward and his..." His Floyd | voice trails off to a whisper, but you could swear he mouthed the word Floyd | "brother". Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, I guess we take the other hint. (Sort of kidding. Sort of.)" | |
| Jacqueline exclaims, "This is the goode doctor!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh..." | ||
| DavidW says, "Dr Timothy Rebis" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about rebis" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT REBIS Floyd | Floyd | The bum shakes his head and looks away. "T'ain't my name no more..." Floyd | he says quietly. "...no more..." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about edward" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT EDWARD Floyd | Floyd | The old man lets out a vicious cackle. "They got to him, didn't they? Floyd | Maggots got to him good. Got into his head. The maggots got into his Floyd | head, eatin' at him 'til he had to crack it open to get 'em out. Poor Floyd | boy." He shakes his head. "Delivered him, I did. Pulled him right out Floyd | of his mama. Him and his -- " Suddenly he stops, and will say no more. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about brother" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT BROTHER Floyd | Floyd | The old man falls silent all of a sudden, and for a while he simply Floyd | stares down at his hands, limp and open in his lap. Then, drawing a Floyd | deep breath, he begins to speak, and for the first time his voice is Floyd | steady, without the reedy whine of alcoholic craving. Floyd | Floyd | "Ayuh, little Edward had a brother, so he did. And I know him. I know Floyd | of William, so I do. I delivered the child. Anna Verlac was his Floyd | mother. It... it was... " Floyd | Floyd | He leans over and grips your arm with a hand that is suddenly steady Floyd | and strong. "It was her father's poison seed, y'see. That evil bastard Floyd | poisoned her womb and put a monster inside her. What she gave birth Floyd | to... it was... it wasn't... oh, God, when I held that... that Floyd | abortion in the shape of an infant, that thing with hooves for feet Floyd | and its crown of writhing... when it looked up at me... It looked Floyd | up at me with its father's red-rimmed eyes." The old man shudders Floyd | convulsively, and it is a while before he can speak again. Floyd | Floyd | "Anna and I decided between ourselves, we did. The... her child... it Floyd | lived for a few years, but it was sickly, and in pain, and it could Floyd | never be normal nor healthy. She brought it to me... I was her doctor, Floyd | you see, I'd seen her through her child's birth, and she trusted me... Floyd | and I put the thing down, softly and without pain, and they laid it to Floyd | rest in the family crypt. Floyd | Floyd | "And Anna thanked me for it, so she did." Floyd | Floyd | The old man falls silent again, and his wavering, bloodshot eyes Floyd | wander once more out to sea. And he is lost, once again, to the horror Floyd | and pain of the memories that can only be silenced by drink. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about william" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | "All I care to tell of that tragedy, I've told," the old man says Floyd | quietly, not looking at you. "I've no wish to speak of it again." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This is such a cheerful story." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about anna" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT ANNA Floyd | Floyd | Tears stream unchecked down the old man's face. "Shouldn't have Floyd | happened to the girl. Only seventeen, she was, still a child when Floyd | he... when that red-eyed monster took her... " His eyes suddenly Floyd | darken, his fists clench. "HIS OWN DAUGHTER, GODS FUCK 'EM! SHOULDN'T Floyd | HAVE DONE THAT TO HIS OWN DAUGHTER! GODS FUCK 'EM ALL!!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline makes another mental note about the content warning for this transcript. | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x copper key" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > X COPPER KEY Floyd | Floyd | "Mine!" the old man hisses, clapping his hands onto his chest as Floyd | though you were about to frisk him for it. "It's mine, and I won't let Floyd | it go!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Like I said, the game told us what to do." | |
| Jacqueline | that's where he'll stay until either Death or the next drink comes around | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I *think* I'm kidding." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Probably." | ||
| DavidW says, "I think we can not kill him." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "So let's see if we find more rotgut." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "You know the slippery slope. First we filch a faculty card from our husband's wallet in a violation of his trust, next thing we're murdering people." | ||
| DavidW says, "Then we change the formula for Coca Cola." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Technically, first, we trespassed." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Just give him rotgut until he passes out works for me." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims (at KO), "TRUE!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about house" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT HOUSE Floyd | Floyd | The old man screws his face up in confusion. "Don't know about that," Floyd | he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about church" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT CHURCH Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about michael" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | The old man screws his face up in confusion. "Don't know about that," Floyd | he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about brick wall" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT BRICK WALL Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Ask him about mordecai?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about mordecai" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT MORDECAI Floyd | Floyd | The old man shrinks away from you. "Not here!" he hisses. "Not Floyd | anywhere! Never speak it!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Understandable reaction." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about verlac" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT VERLAC Floyd | Floyd | (the Verlac family) Floyd | The old man seems to physically shrink just a little bit, darting Floyd | nervous glances around the empty lot. "Oh, they're the worst of the Floyd | lot," he whispers. "They're the queen maggots, so they are. Sittin' Floyd | all fat and full of poison in the center of the nest. Partick'ly that Floyd | one, the worst one of all -- the one with the red-rimmed eyes." Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I guess he's telling us there's only one Verlac." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up anna in album" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ANNA IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing here you can look things up in. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Oh, we carried the box of clippings around but not the album?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Guess so" | ||
| DavidW asks, "I'm not sure how to get this copper key. Continue with safe and attic?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flask" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FLASK Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mattress" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > X MATTRESS Floyd | Floyd | The mattress is stained and beaten, oozing stuffing in several places. Floyd | From the cans and food wrappers scattered around it, it looks as Floyd | though somebody's been using it as a bed. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search mattress" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH MATTRESS Floyd | Floyd | The bum sits cross-legged in the exact center of the mattress. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The old man waves good-bye. "Don't be a stranger," he calls. Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the faculty card into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You unlock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors stand closed to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a keyring, on which are three keys Floyd | (an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to the Floyd | cellar), a flask (which is open but empty), a slip of paper and a Floyd | broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain Michael's faculty card, a Floyd | newspaper, a bundle of soggy pages, a silver locket, a family album, a Floyd | flashlight, a book of matches with six matches left, a torn journal, a Floyd | typewritten notice, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read journal" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ JOURNAL Floyd | Floyd | What's left of the journal reads: Floyd | Floyd | Desperate. Went back to the old twisting lane and found only a Floyd | blank wall. Without the amulet, how can I resist -- Floyd | Floyd | ...bottles, bottles... Floyd | Floyd | Getting worse. People I have never met smile knowingly at me in Floyd | the street. The police believe I am a child molester, but have brought Floyd | no charges against me as yet. Why? Head hurts all the time. I have Floyd | turned the cellar upside-down... damn it all, where is it? Floyd | Floyd | Dreamed of Father again. Dreamed of Grandfather. Those horrible, Floyd | red-rimmed eyes... Floyd | Floyd | -- into the safe, finally. 8-23-36. Won't forget THAT soon. Floyd | Ha! Floyd | Floyd | CANNOT DISCOVER ENTRANCE IN THE CELLAR!!! Secret eludes me still Floyd | but I WILL FIND IT!!! The clue is in their names, that pestilential Floyd | procession of names! If I could only -- Floyd | Floyd | The text breaks off as several more pages are missing. the last Floyd | fragmented entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | -- will fail. There is no recourse left. I know now what I must Floyd | do. Julia -- Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial to 8" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN DIAL TO 8 Floyd | Floyd | The tumblers tick quietly as you turn the dial to 8... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial to 23" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN DIAL TO 23 Floyd | Floyd | The tumblers tick quietly as you turn the dial to 23... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn dial to 36" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN DIAL TO 36 Floyd | Floyd | The tumblers tick quietly as you turn the dial to 36... and with a Floyd | hollow thunk, the safe suddenly swings open. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "We do have the album in our pockets." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in safe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN SAFE Floyd | Floyd | In the safe are a puzzle box and a strange metal flute. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take box and flute" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BOX AND FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | puzzle box: (slipping the slip of paper into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | You pick up the puzzle box. It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar Floyd | box, carved from some dark and oddly streaked wood that you can't Floyd | identify. All six surfaces are decorated in a complex arrangement of Floyd | grooves and panels, most of which are illustrated with leering, Floyd | demonic faces and obscene designs. As far as you can tell, it is in Floyd | fact a box, and meant to be opened; however, you see no obvious way to Floyd | do so. Floyd | strange metal flute: (slipping the flask into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | (closing the flask first) Floyd | You pick up the strange metal flute. It appears to be some kind of Floyd | wind instrument, fashioned out of ornately carved, greenish metal. Floyd | Seven holes of varying sizes are drilled along the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "And I guess we took the broom for a walk." | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We might also check out Anna in the crypt." | |
| Jacqueline says, "hubba hubba" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "brb" | ||
| DavidW says, "I'd like a pee break, yes." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm back when others are." | ||
| DavidW says, "back" | ||
| Peregrine disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | (opening the sliding doors first) Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Also on the desk is a letter opener. Floyd | Floyd | Although his computer is still on, Michael isn't here. In fact, you Floyd | realize, you haven't heard him anywhere in the house since you got Floyd | home. And you even found him a newspaper. Where in the world could he Floyd | have gotten to? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take opener" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE OPENER Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the letter opener. It's a rather ornate thing, with a Floyd | silver hilt and a slim, sharp tip. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I had an idea about the laptop computer." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "Yeah?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x laptop" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LAPTOP Floyd | Floyd | A top-of-the-line model: it's sleek, lightweight and very fast, a real Floyd | status symbol for the writer who wants to look as though he might stop Floyd | whatever he's doing at the drop of a hat and suddenly hack out a Floyd | bestseller. While you have yet to witness Michael do this, he really Floyd | had been wanting one since before the two of you even met; so, to Floyd | celebrate his new teaching position, you splurged and bought him one. Floyd | Floyd | The laptop is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove ring" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE RING Floyd | Floyd | You slip the plain gold band from your finger. Usually you feel almost Floyd | naked without your ring on, although sometimes you do find yourself Floyd | taking it off briefly, just to read the inscription along the inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, right" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Good idea" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x screen" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SCREEN Floyd | Floyd | The computer is in screen-saver mode: blank except for a single window Floyd | requesting a 4-digit user passcode. Odd; you didn't think Michael ever Floyd | used the passcode utility. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read inscription" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ INSCRIPTION Floyd | Floyd | Engraved along the inside are Michael's and your initials, along with Floyd | your wedding date -- June 28th. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "type 0628" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > TYPE 0628 Floyd | Floyd | (on the laptop) Floyd | The passcode window disappears and the screen suddenly fills with Floyd | text, apparently the last thing Michael was working on before he got Floyd | up and left. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Nicely done, sir." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear ring" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR RING Floyd | Floyd | The gold band slides onto your finger with a comforting snugness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read screen" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ SCREEN Floyd | Floyd | Michael has evidently been writing something, but it's not a story; it Floyd | looks more like some kind of journal entry. Floyd | Floyd | I cannot sleep. Floyd | Floyd | Or perhaps I should say: I must not sleep, since I Floyd | am perfectly capable of sleep -- in fact, lately sleep has come to me Floyd | more easily, more quickly, and more insidiously than it ever has Floyd | before. But I don't want to sleep. Floyd | Floyd | I have been hoping that the terrible dreams would prove to be Floyd | stress-related, that they would fade once the move was behind us and Floyd | we had finally settled in -- but that has not turned out to be the Floyd | case. They're stronger than ever. Red-rimmed eyes pursuing me through Floyd | strange corridors, and the voice -- the whisperer who tells me I am Floyd | not who I am. The whisperer tells me secrets of this house, secrets of Floyd | those who lived here -- they are my blood, and he tells me he always Floyd | returns to his blood. He tells me of secret keys and combinations; I Floyd | don't know what they open yet but I have an idea -- Floyd | Floyd | Tomorrow I must go down to the cellar. I must see if the things Floyd | revealed to me in that terrible book are true. Floyd | Floyd | I know she is worried about me. I want to tell her, but -- Floyd | Floyd | The entry ends there, unfinished. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It's been Croseus all along, possessing his descendents over and over again." | |
| Jacqueline says (to Michael), "We're not so much worried about you as thinking about leaving you." | ||
| DavidW asks, "attic next?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "And burning down the village behind us." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | Jacqueline says (to KO), "Sure, I'd be down." | |
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you ascend. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put newspaper under door" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT NEWSPAPER UNDER DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You slide the newspaper under the door, leaving only an inch or two Floyd | sticking out on your side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put opener in keyhole" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT OPENER IN KEYHOLE Floyd | Floyd | The tip of the letter opener bumps against something, and you hear Floyd | something thump onto the newspaper on the other side of the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the puzzle box into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Something metallic falls off the newspaper as you pull it out from Floyd | under the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the old-fashioned brass key) Floyd | (slipping the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | You pick up the old-fashioned brass key. It's an old key, the kind Floyd | with a round barrel about a quarter-inch in diameter and flat, square Floyd | teeth. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put brass key on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT BRASS KEY ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | The old-fashioned brass key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | and after several false attempts you discover that the old-fashioned Floyd | brass key fits the lock. Floyd | You unlock the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "score" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > SCORE Floyd | Floyd | You have so far scored 20 out of a possible 100 points; you have Floyd | merely scratched the surface of evil. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the door first) Floyd | Floyd | Attic Cell Floyd | A cramped little annex off the main attic, with a tiny, shuttered Floyd | window high up on the north wall. A pile of mouldering straw in the Floyd | corner and what looks like pencil marks on the lower part of the walls Floyd | seem to indicate that someone lived here once. Or, possibly, was kept Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x marks" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X MARKS Floyd | Floyd | They look like a child's drawings, made with pencil or some kind of Floyd | charcoal. Most of them are smudged and faded, but you can make out Floyd | stick figures here and there, and the occasional, lollipop-shaped Floyd | tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x straw" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X STRAW Floyd | Floyd | This disgusting mess might actually have been some poor soul's bed. Floyd | You shudder, wondering what sick relative was kept prisoner here, and Floyd | when. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search straw" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH STRAW Floyd | Floyd | You gingerly poke through the filthy straw, barely able to suppress Floyd | your disgust. However, your search is not unrewarded: underneath the Floyd | thickest part of the pile, you discover a tiny gold locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | It is oval-shaped, held shut with a tiny clasp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | You open the gold locket, revealing a woman's picture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x woman" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | From the quality of the photograph, you'd say the picture must have Floyd | been taken sometime in the fifties. The woman looks no more than Floyd | twenty years old. Her pale, fragile face is framed by straight, dark, Floyd | mousy hair, and she seems to stare plaintively out at you, her Floyd | expression one of haunted resignation. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I assume that's Anna." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x anna" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ANNA Floyd | Floyd | From the quality of the photograph, you'd say the picture must have Floyd | been taken sometime in the fifties. The woman looks no more than Floyd | twenty years old. Her pale, fragile face is framed by straight, dark, Floyd | mousy hair, and she seems to stare plaintively out at you, her Floyd | expression one of haunted resignation. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says, "Confirmed." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Shall we find her coffin?" | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Sure!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's try." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Stooping to avoid the sharp, bare twigs that snag your clothes and Floyd | seem to reach greedily for your eyes, you pick your way through the Floyd | undergrowth to a small clearing. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the iron door first) Floyd | The faint echo of dripping water and a musty smell of decay grow Floyd | stronger as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | In the Crypt Floyd | The air is clammy and frigid, the stone walls damp and streaked with Floyd | mud and lichen. Pale, swollen roots push through cracks in the Floyd | masonry. The smell of damp corruption is almost overpowering here, Floyd | though the stairs to the south lead toward fresher air. Floyd | Floyd | The walls of this chamber contain dozens of wide, shallow niches; in Floyd | each niche, a coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up anna" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ANNA Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "Anna Verlac, b. June 24, 1936, d. March 23, Floyd | 1962". Like the others, this coffin is built of solid oak, sealed with Floyd | lead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Wine cellar, attic again, or church?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Born 1936, there might be something in the album." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up anna in album" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ANNA IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | The nameplate reads "Anna Verlac, b. June 24, 1936, d. March 23, Floyd | 1962". Like the others, this coffin is built of solid oak, sealed with Floyd | lead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x album" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | It's a slim, hardbound volume in dark leather, unadorned except for Floyd | name "Verlac" embossed on the front. Glancing at the title page, you Floyd | notice two details: one, the book was self-published; and two, it was Floyd | published in 1944. So it's a good bet that Edward Verlac and his Floyd | family aren't mentioned here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, huh. So, the internet is telling me that the use of lead in coffins preserves the bodies better, keeps out moisture, prevents smells and toxins from leaching out." | |
| DavidW says, "Also, Superman can't peek through lead." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "True" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI Floyd | Floyd | (in the nameplates) Floyd | You can't find that name anywhere; but then again, it may just be too Floyd | corroded for you to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search william" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | In William's coffin is an animal's skeleton. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search skeleton" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH SKELETON Floyd | Floyd | The skeleton is in pieces; parts of it crumble even as you touch it. Floyd | Only the animal's skull seems reasonably intact. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x skull" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SKULL Floyd | Floyd | The gruesome thing seems to leer at you with its bleached, toothy Floyd | grin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in skull" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN SKULL Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take skull" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SKULL Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the letter opener into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake skull" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHAKE SKULL Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "I guess we can confront the good doctor with the skull?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Sure. Let's take it with us." | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, that is an idea, yes." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You involuntary take a deep breath of fresh air as you leave the Floyd | clammy, foetid depths of the crypt behind. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You lock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The old man looks up at you with fawning admiration. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show skull to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW SKULL TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | The old man starts visibly when you show him the skull. "What about Floyd | it?" he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about skull" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT SKULL Floyd | Floyd | "I don't know what you're talking about, so I don't," says the old Floyd | man, but it's plain he's hiding something. He tries to crawl away, but Floyd | is plainly too weak, and settles instead for rolling over on the Floyd | mattress to face the other direction. "You're speaking gibberish. Go Floyd | away." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about william" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | "All I care to tell of that tragedy, I've told," the old man says Floyd | quietly, not looking at you. "I've no wish to speak of it again." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about skull" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT SKULL Floyd | Floyd | The old man bares his teeth. "You can't prove it! You can't prove Floyd | anything, so you can't!" Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > G Floyd | Floyd | "I'll not listen to lies!" screeches the old man, clapping his hands Floyd | to his ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > G Floyd | Floyd | "I'll not listen to lies!" screeches the old man, clapping his hands Floyd | to his ears. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the small copper key) Floyd | "Mine!" the old man hisses, clapping his hands onto his chest as Floyd | though you were about to frisk him for it. "It's mine, and I won't let Floyd | it go!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Maybe tell him about the coffin?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell man about coffin" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TELL MAN ABOUT COFFIN Floyd | Floyd | "I told you about that already," snaps the old man. "Why don't you Floyd | leave me alone?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about coffin" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT COFFIN Floyd | Floyd | "I told you about that already," snaps the old man. "Why don't you Floyd | leave me alone?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show gold locket to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW GOLD LOCKET TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | You won't get much of a response. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to open the wedding ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open locket" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | You open the silver locket, revealing a boy's picture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands an animal's skull, a keyring, on Floyd | which are four keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a newspaper and a Floyd | broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a letter opener, a strange Floyd | metal flute, a puzzle box (which is closed), a flask (which is Floyd | closed), a slip of paper, Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy Floyd | pages, a silver locket, a family album, a flashlight, a book of Floyd | matches with six matches left, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, a Floyd | lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Did we not pick up the gold locket?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show boy's picture to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > SHOW BOY'S PICTURE TO MAN
Floyd |
Floyd | (first taking the silver locket)
Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a
Floyd | hand free)
Floyd | The bum makes no move to take the locket, but he stares at the boy's
Floyd | picture inside with something akin to fear. "Ayuh," he whispers
Floyd | hoarsely, "that's him, so it is. That's the boy. That's William."
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show box to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW BOX TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the puzzle box) Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | The old man stares at the puzzle box blankly, not sure what you want Floyd | him to do with it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Apparently not." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show pages to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW PAGES TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the bundle of soggy pages) Floyd | (slipping the animal's skull into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | The old man stares at the bundle of soggy pages blankly, not sure what Floyd | you want him to do with it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pages" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PAGES Floyd | Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I guess go get the gold locket?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "sure" | ||
| DavidW says, "I assumed we picked it up, in the way boxes of clippings are auto-picked up." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the silver locket into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You unlock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you ascend. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Cell Floyd | A cramped little annex off the main attic, with a tiny, shuttered Floyd | window high up on the north wall. A pile of mouldering straw in the Floyd | corner and what looks like pencil marks on the lower part of the walls Floyd | seem to indicate that someone lived here once. Or, possibly, was kept Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | Lying amongst the filthy straw is a gold locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take locket" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | (the gold locket) Floyd | (slipping the puzzle box into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look west" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK WEST Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CEILING Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x eaves" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > X EAVES Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shadows" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SHADOWS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I guess we need that elusive amulet here." | |
| DavidW says, "hm. I guess we need a guide of some sort." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "We've... not gone into the cellar yet, right?" | |
| DavidW says, "Cellar, yes. Wine cellar, no." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "At least not the wine cellar." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, my bad" | ||
| DavidW says, "We also ignored the fuse box." | ||
| DavidW says, "I want to find gloves first before touching a fuse box in a horror game." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Gloves? That's what SAVE is for" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You lock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I know." | |
| DavidW asks, "Shall we see?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cabinet" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN CABINET Floyd | Floyd | It takes some grumbling and some tugging and finally a good, sharp Floyd | yank, but the cabinet finally pops open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "Stick your fingers in there!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in cabinet" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN CABINET Floyd | Floyd | There's about two dozen fuses lined up in there, the old-fashioned Floyd | kind that look like round, glass plugs. Every last one of them is Floyd | blown. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search fuses" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH FUSES Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take fuse" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FUSE Floyd | Floyd | You pull one of the fuses out and try to rub some of the grime off. Floyd | Sure enough, the little metal strip inside is melted to a black, Floyd | twisted cinder. With a sigh, you plug it back into its socket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read fuses" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ FUSES Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing written on the fuse plugs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | You are reminded of something Michael told you during the long drive Floyd | up: about how when the police arrived after the shooting, they found Floyd | the wine cellar in a shambles -- nearly every bottle thrown to the Floyd | floor and shattered, and the whole place reeking of rotted grapes. All Floyd | except the bottles in the north rack. None of those had been touched. Floyd | No one could posit a motive for it. Floyd | Floyd | You smile a bit, recalling your husband's ability to turn a piece of Floyd | insignificant trivia into a compelling story. Still, though, now that Floyd | you're actually standing here... it all seems very strange. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wine" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WINE Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the wine racks or the wine bottles? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Row after row of smooth, dust-covered glass. The wine inside is dark Floyd | and murky, reminding you, somewhat irrationally, of blood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | Strange; the bottles all seem to be fixed in place. They won't come Floyd | out of the rack no matter how you tug at them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x racks" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X RACKS Floyd | Floyd | These racks must have at one time contained hundreds upon hundreds of Floyd | wine bottles. Idly, you wonder which member of the family developed Floyd | such a taste for what would have been, for the first few generations Floyd | at least, a sinful vice of the basest kind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull rack" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL RACK Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push rack" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH RACK Floyd | Floyd | The wine racks won't budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | There are dozens of bottles here. You glance over the rows, but Floyd | nothing jumps out at you as immediately odd. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL Floyd | Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't know the secret of the wine rack" | |
| DavidW says, "I don't have a vague memory of it either." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Surely it's written in a hidden diary." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I have a guess." | ||
| DavidW says, "Stapled to the bell in the church tower, no doubt." | ||
| DavidW asks (of Jacqueline), "yes?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Weird that everything is fixed in place. Wondering if it's a secret door." | ||
| DavidW says, "That's why I tried push/pull." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | (first taking the strange metal flute) Floyd | (slipping the bundle of soggy pages into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. The sound lingers in the air for a moment, Floyd | then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Probablyy, yes." | |
| DavidW says, "I wonder if the flute would help in the crawlspace or not." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover first hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COVER FIRST HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the first flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an eerie, almost sub-sonic note. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover second hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COVER SECOND HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the second flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover third hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COVER THIRD HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the third flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover fourth hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COVER FOURTH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the fourth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover fifth hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COVER FIFTH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the fifth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover sixth hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COVER SIXTH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the sixth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover seventh hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COVER SEVENTH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the seventh flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | It appears to be some kind of wind instrument, fashioned out of Floyd | ornately carved, greenish metal. Seven holes of varying sizes are Floyd | drilled along the top Your fingers are covering the first, second, Floyd | third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh holes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "uncover all holes" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNCOVER ALL HOLES Floyd | Floyd | You can't use multiple objects with that verb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put flute in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FLUTE IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute in the trenchcoat) Floyd | You slip the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | It appears to be some kind of wind instrument, fashioned out of Floyd | ornately carved, greenish metal. Seven holes of varying sizes are Floyd | drilled along the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess we have to know the right chords to play." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Probably, yes" | ||
| DavidW says, "And who knows where to play it." | ||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "The folklore book mentioned the flute but not much 'bout it, right?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "I guess show Anna's photo to the bum?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Sure" | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | It is now pitch dark in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lock it" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK IT Floyd | Floyd | You lock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | It is oval-shaped, the clasp open to reveal a tiny picture inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The old man looks up at you with fawning admiration. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show gold locket to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW GOLD LOCKET TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | The bum starts to reach for the locket, but his hand stops a few Floyd | inches away. His fingers are trembling. He gazes at the woman's Floyd | picture with grief and regret, and a hint of something akin to love. Floyd | "Why," he whispers, "that's the very likeness, so it is. That's my Floyd | Anna. Pretty little Anna..." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give it to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE IT TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | The bum starts to reach for the locket, but his hand stops a few Floyd | inches away. His fingers are trembling. He gazes at the woman's Floyd | picture with grief and regret, and a hint of something akin to love. Floyd | "Why," he whispers, "that's the very likeness, so it is. That's my Floyd | Anna. Pretty little Anna..." Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "His Anna, he says..." | |
| Jacqueline says, "huh" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about anna" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT ANNA Floyd | Floyd | Tears stream unchecked down the old man's face. "Shouldn't have Floyd | happened to the girl. Only seventeen, she was, still a child when Floyd | he... when that red-eyed monster took her... " His eyes suddenly Floyd | darken, his fists clench. "HIS OWN DAUGHTER, GODS FUCK 'EM! SHOULDN'T Floyd | HAVE DONE THAT TO HIS OWN DAUGHTER! GODS FUCK 'EM ALL!!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show flask to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW FLASK TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flask) Floyd | His eyes burning with greed, the old man snatches the flask from your Floyd | hand, unscrews the cap and tips it up into his waiting mouth. Then, Floyd | sputtering angrily as he realizes there is no whiskey in it, he hurls Floyd | the flask across the lot and glares at you with something approaching Floyd | real hatred. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flask" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FLASK Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh. We're to refill the thing." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Too bad we can't take any wine" | ||
| DavidW says, "hm" | ||
| DavidW says, "um, I did manage to accidentally spoil a hint for myself about how to enter the church." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "shh" | ||
| DavidW says, "If you don't want it, I don't know what to do next." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We've been going three hours." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Break for the week?" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Let our branes rest?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "anchor1" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "okay." | |
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Thanks, DW!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put broom in pocket" | Jacqueline exclaims, "Good driving!" | |
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT BROOM IN POCKET Floyd | Floyd | The broom is too long to fit in your pockets, deep though they are. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I was wondering." | |
| *** Session 3 *** | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask anchor" | ||
Floyd ]
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Floyd ] The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind
Floyd ] is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind
Floyd ] of fear is fear of the unknown.
Floyd ]
Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft
Floyd ]
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Floyd | A N C H O R H E A D
Floyd |
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Floyd | [Press 'R' to restore; any other key to begin]
| Knight_Otu says, "We were scared of the big bad game alone." | |
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd |
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Floyd | November, 1997.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to
Floyd | spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that
Floyd | blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the
Floyd | little coastal town of Anchorhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | Squinting up into the glowering storm, you wonder how everything
Floyd | managed to happen so fast. The strange phone call over a month ago,
Floyd | from a lawyer claiming to represent the estate of some distant branch
Floyd | of Michael's family, was bewildering enough in itself... but then the
Floyd | sudden whirlwind of planning and decisions, legal details and travel
Floyd | arrangements, the packing up and shipping away of your entire home,
Floyd | your entire life...
Floyd |
Floyd | Now suddenly here you are, after driving for the past two days
Floyd | straight, over a thousand miles away from the familiar warmth of
Floyd | Texas, getting ready to move into the ancestral mansion of a clan of
Floyd | relatives so far removed that not even Michael has ever heard of them.
Floyd | And you've only been married since June and none of this was any of
Floyd | your idea in the first place, and already it's starting to rain.
Floyd |
Floyd | These days, you often find yourself feeling confused and uprooted.
Floyd |
Floyd | You shake yourself and force the melancholy thoughts from your head,
Floyd | trying to focus on the errand at hand. You're to meet with the real
Floyd | estate agent and pick up the keys to your new house while Michael runs
Floyd | across town to take care of some paperwork at the university. He'll be
Floyd | back to pick you up in a few minutes, and then the two of you can
Floyd | begin the long, precarious process of settling in.
Floyd |
Floyd | A sullen belch emanates from the clouds, and the rain starts coming
Floyd | down harder -- fat, cold drops smacking loudly against the
Floyd | cobblestones. Shouldn't it be snowing in New England at this time of
Floyd | year? With a sigh, you open your umbrella.
Floyd |
Floyd | Welcome to Anchorhead...
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE FIRST DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern Floyd ] sea was upon me. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore anchor1" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | > RESTORE ANCHOR1 Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to restore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "anchor1" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "As I recall, at the end of the last session, I was squelched from making a suggestion." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "oh?" | ||
| Jacqueline does not recal. | ||
| Knight_Otu asks (of Plover), "How much do you know about the tone of the game?" | ||
| Jacqueline also does not recall. | ||
| DavidW says, "I had accidentally seen (via my old notes) a hint where to go next." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I believe David mentioned that he got spoiled... right." | ||
| Plover says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The old man looks up at you with fawning admiration. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh." | |
| Plover says (to Floyd), "version" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > VERSION Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Standard interpreter 1.0 (6b) / Library serial number 970918 Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I believe it's possible to get inside the church." | |
| Jacqueline is having trouble recalling our other proposed next steps. | ||
| DavidW says, "With the old man, we saw he has a key, and we can re-take the flask, but if we give it to him when empty, he flings it away angrily." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Right." | ||
| DavidW says, "So I think we must need to refill the flask with something, but I don't know what." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought we already gave him boozes." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh." | ||
| DavidW says, "We did. That's how it got empty." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, okay. Phew." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, back to the bar?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh wait." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly." | ||
| DavidW says, "I dunno." | ||
| Jacqueline is tempted to ask if there's Jesus Blood Wine inside the chruch. | ||
| DavidW says, "I was thinking sleeping potion, but we saw a bar and never saw a potion." | ||
| DavidW says, "We also found a confusing passageway from the attic." | ||
| DavidW says, "There's a locked door under the bridge." | ||
| DavidW says, "There's the mystery of the brick wall." | ||
| DavidW says, "The mill. The lighthouse. The asylum. The weird obelisk." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Well, but we know about the brick wall mystery, right?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "The brick wall needed some kind of charm, from a diary entry, right?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Right" | ||
| DavidW asks, "We think we need an amulet, I think it was?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember the details." | ||
| DavidW says, "anyway, I want to push you to the church, but I'll make no suggestions on how to get in." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "There's also the wine cellar secret door." | ||
| DavidW says (to KO), "oh right. Forgot that one." | ||
| DavidW says, "Also, I suppose, find out where the heck our loving husband went to." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh right, that guy." | ||
| DavidW says, "Probably buying us a cursed music box as a housewarming gift." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||
| DavidW says, "Or Visine for red eyes." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I'm good with any of those, including --- snort. Good one, DW." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "--- including going to the church and watching KO and I try to figure it out." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh kay." | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember what's in the church at all, but I think it's the next step." | ||
| DavidW says, "But the bar idea isn't bad." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Take us to the church, please!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x church" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CHURCH Floyd | Floyd | The hoary structure towers over your head, built of massive, ancient Floyd | stones that are now black with age and nearly buried beneath an Floyd | invading tide of ivy. The doors and windows are boarded shut. The Floyd | steeple is a jagged silhouette against the brooding sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x ivy" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X IVY Floyd | Floyd | The ivy clutches at the weathered stones as if trying to drag them Floyd | back down into the earth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb ivy" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB IVY Floyd | Floyd | Tough as it is, the ivy isn't strong enough to support your weight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x steeple" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X STEEPLE Floyd | Floyd | The hoary structure towers over your head, built of massive, ancient Floyd | stones that are now black with age and nearly buried beneath an Floyd | invading tide of ivy. The doors and windows are boarded shut. The Floyd | steeple is a jagged silhouette against the brooding sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We learned that Elijah Verlac founded a church, probably this one." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | At least a dozen sturdy boards have been nailed across the sturdy oak Floyd | doors; even with proper tools, it would take you days to pry them Floyd | loose. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Probably, yeah." | |
| Jacqueline nods. "Right. Thanks for the reminder." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | You can't see inside at all; the windows are completely boarded up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x steeple" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X STEEPLE Floyd | Floyd | The hoary structure towers over your head, built of massive, ancient Floyd | stones that are now black with age and nearly buried beneath an Floyd | invading tide of ivy. The doors and windows are boarded shut. The Floyd | steeple is a jagged silhouette against the brooding sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x boards" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOARDS Floyd | Floyd | The boards are sturdy pine, securely nailed across every visible door Floyd | and window. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x graves" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GRAVES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I have the vaguest of memories of being inside that steeple." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I think the front isn't where we want to be." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, that's what I was thinking." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to KO), "Agreed" | ||
| Plover says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northeast, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Church Floyd | The forest encroaches right up to the iron fence here, some of which Floyd | is literally buried in the tangled underbrush. There are no doors on Floyd | this side, although a wooden trap door over by the corner of the Floyd | building probably leads into a cellar. A path leads southwest, around Floyd | to the front of the church. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x trapdoor" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TRAPDOOR Floyd | Floyd | The boards are old and warped, but still quite sturdy. It is locked Floyd | with a heavy padlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), " x padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | The padlock, which is the size of your fist, is so thoroughly rusted Floyd | that it looks like one huge homogeneous lump of corrosion. Although Floyd | it's still quite strong, you might be able to break it if you had Floyd | something heavy enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), " i" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a flask (which is open but empty), Floyd | a gold locket, a keyring, on which are four keys (an old-fashioned Floyd | brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to Floyd | the cellar) and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a strange metal flute, a bundle Floyd | of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is closed), a silver locket, an Floyd | animal's skull, a newspaper, a letter opener, a slip of paper, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a family album, a flashlight, a book of Floyd | matches with six matches left, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, a Floyd | lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "haha" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Love that." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hit padlock with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT PADLOCK WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | You can't get in a good blow with the broom; you need something Floyd | heavier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit padlock with flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT PADLOCK WITH FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flashlight) Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You can't get in a good blow with the flashlight; you need something Floyd | heavier. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I see nothing obviously heavy. The skull wouldn't be heavy, would it?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I wouldn't think so." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit padlock with skull" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT PADLOCK WITH SKULL Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the animal's skull) Floyd | (slipping the gold locket into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You can't get in a good blow with the animal's skull; you need Floyd | something heavier. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I think we established it's from a dog." | |
| Plover says (to Floyd), "perrysimm" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > PERRYSIMM Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Unless it's from a wolfhound" | |
| DavidW asks, "Is there a rock or loose bar from the fence?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "A DIRE WOLF" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x underbrush" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > X UNDERBRUSH Floyd | Floyd | The woods are ancient, thick with undergrowth and full of shadows. Floyd | Branches creak, leaves rustle beneath unseen, half-imagined footsteps, Floyd | and strange birdcalls echo through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah. I was thinking this is screaming for a rock." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Church Floyd | The forest encroaches right up to the iron fence here, some of which Floyd | is literally buried in the tangled underbrush. There are no doors on Floyd | this side, although a wooden trap door over by the corner of the Floyd | building probably leads into a cellar. A path leads southwest, around Floyd | to the front of the church. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under underbrush" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER UNDERBRUSH Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I don't remember seeing any rocks? Except maybe at the railway track? Were there rocks there?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "There may have been." | ||
| DavidW says, "Could check under the bridge too, I suppose." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But I'm not certain." | ||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x fence" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FENCE Floyd | Floyd | The fence is about chest-high and topped with nasty iron spikes. Weeds Floyd | and ground vines wind up through the bars, most of which are bent and Floyd | some of which are missing altogether. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bars" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BARS Floyd | Floyd | The fence is about chest-high and topped with nasty iron spikes. Weeds Floyd | and ground vines wind up through the bars, most of which are bent and Floyd | some of which are missing altogether. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bar" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BAR Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull bars" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL BARS Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search fence" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH FENCE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Guess not a bar." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Apparently not." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "bah. Good idea." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Shall I take us to the railroad?" | ||
| Plover says, "I remember playing Anchorhead a few weeks ago, and you have to use the meat hook." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's stop by under the bridge first." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||
| DavidW says, "ok" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northwest, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | (opening the rusty gate first) Floyd | The gate swings open noisily on its rusty hinges. Floyd | You pass through the gate and down the stone steps, which curve Floyd | northwest as they lead down to the edge of the river. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ROCK Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WATER Floyd | Floyd | The Miskaton's waters are sluggish and dark. Some sort of oily film Floyd | coats the surface, reflecting back ghostly swirls of color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look in water" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell film" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN WATER Floyd | Floyd | You can make out a shadowy reflection of yourself in the slowly Floyd | rippling water. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL FILM Floyd | Floyd | The river has an unpleasant, oily smell to it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I want to fill the flask with this. </evil>" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask with water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK WITH WATER Floyd | Floyd | You dip the flask into the Miskaton, collecting a small quantity of Floyd | river water. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh geez." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Well apparently we can" | ||
| DavidW asks, "go give it to the old man?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I wasn't going to." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "yikes" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I was just curious if it's possible." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "empty flask" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > EMPTY FLASK Floyd | Floyd | You can't pour the nothing; it's not a liquid. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Huh." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FLASK Floyd | Floyd | The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but what little you can Floyd | make out seems to indicate that this is not a particularly Floyd | distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and "rotgut" come Floyd | to mind, probably because they are the only words legible on what's Floyd | left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FLASK Floyd | Floyd | The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but what little you can Floyd | make out seems to indicate that this is not a particularly Floyd | distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and "rotgut" come Floyd | to mind, probably because they are the only words legible on what's Floyd | left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in flask" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN FLASK Floyd | Floyd | In the flask is a small quantity of river water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Plover has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of river water) Floyd | The small quantity of river water spills out over the ground, where it Floyd | quickly trickles away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "'Pour' is such an awkward verb in IF games." | |
| DavidW says, "You never know if you need to refer to the container or to the liquid." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Well, now we know." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Where next?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I guess we can continue to the tracks now?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, ";sure" | ||
| DavidW says, "sure, unless there's a heavy thing elsewhere." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | Jacqueline says, "Well, we should look for heavy things everywhere" | |
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "FLAGSTONES" | |
| Jacqueline says, "CRUMBLING FLAGSTONES" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gravel" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GRAVEL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stone" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE STONE Floyd | Floyd | They're hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flagstones" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FLAGSTONES Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "meh" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Game), "Tease" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Local Pub Floyd | A dank, drafty old drinking hole lit by flickering, oil-burning Floyd | lanterns. Smoke collects in greasy pools among the rafters, and Floyd | shadows crowd thick around. The bar runs the length of the room to Floyd | your right, while to the south a low doorway opens onto the street. Floyd | Floyd | Mill workers and fishermen occupy a few of the tables, drinking beer Floyd | or puffing grimly at long-stemmed pipes. Each is wrapped in his Floyd | solitude, soaking up the general miasma of dreary fatalism. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give flask to bartender" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE FLASK TO BARTENDER Floyd | Floyd | You won't get much of a response. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill flask" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK Floyd | Floyd | (with the newspaper) Floyd | (first taking the newspaper) Floyd | (slipping the flask into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | (closing the flask first) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | The mouth of the flask is too narrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Heh." | |
| DavidW says, "that was bizarre." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Local Pub Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air becomes warmer, more dingy, Floyd | and slightly more difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The path curves southwest, leading you into an overgrown area behind Floyd | the mill. Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take slab" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SLAB Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of value among the rubble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x foundations" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FOUNDATIONS Floyd | Floyd | The broken rubble is all that remains of whatever building once stood Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of value among the rubble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x rebar" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > X REBAR Floyd | Floyd | The broken rubble is all that remains of whatever building once stood Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hmph." | |
| DavidW says, "Maybe we need a hammer or crowbar instead of a rock." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Railroad Tracks Floyd | The trail heads up a short embankment and emerges from the thicket Floyd | alongside the railroad tracks. The tracks run down from the northeast Floyd | and past the mill, continuing southwest but slowly curving westward Floyd | until they cross the Miskaton River some miles outside of town. From Floyd | the embankment you can look out over the entire heath: jagged, shadowy Floyd | rooftops to the south; the oily ribbon of the Miskaton to the west; Floyd | and to the east, the lighthouse sentinel and the leaden waters of the Floyd | Atlantic beyond. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x tracks" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TRACKS Floyd | Floyd | They're just ordinary-looking railroad tracks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x embankment" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day two Floyd | Floyd | > X EMBANKMENT Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. Guess I was thinking of the foundations we just left, not here." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "We didn't try taking any rubble, did we?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rubble" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE RUBBLE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of value among the rubble. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "We did just pass a gate that we might have some luck with?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gate" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GATE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gate" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GATE Floyd | Floyd | The gate, a twenty-foot high barricade of narrowly spaced, thick, Floyd | black, iron bars, is designed to roll horizontally, sealing off the Floyd | entrance to the mill compound. It is currently shut and locked. There Floyd | are no guardhouses, no buzzers or intercoms, no apparent means of Floyd | getting in or letting anyone inside know you want in; just this Floyd | implacable gate in an unscalable wall. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay, probably too big." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bars" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BARS Floyd | Floyd | The gate, a twenty-foot high barricade of narrowly spaced, thick, Floyd | black, iron bars, is designed to roll horizontally, sealing off the Floyd | entrance to the mill compound. It is currently shut and locked. There Floyd | are no guardhouses, no buzzers or intercoms, no apparent means of Floyd | getting in or letting anyone inside know you want in; just this Floyd | implacable gate in an unscalable wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get bars" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET BARS Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull bars" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL BARS Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay." | |
| DavidW says, "well, I don't know, then." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "meh" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "What's the link for the map again, DW?" | ||
| DavidW says, "[LINK]" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Should we see if we find something heavy at home, maybe?" | ||
| DavidW says (to KO), "maybe. Or maybe we need to work on another puzzle somehow." | ||
| DavidW says, "Maybe we *should* give a flask of river water to the old man." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "What was in the shanty town?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Nothing as yet." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "'Rocky spur...'" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Did we go there?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, Breakwaters are made of stone." | ||
| DavidW says, "I have a vague memory that the shanty town comes into play once we know where to go there." | ||
| DavidW says, "We can try Rocky spur now, sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "What are you using to make your maps, DW?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The road heads out over a narrow breakwater jutting out into the Floyd | ocean. Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "They're purty." | |
| DavidW says, "I'm drawing them as SVGs via my own Zinnia language which is compiled via a Perl program." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The narrow breakwater is surrounded by ocean. You can only go west, Floyd | back to shore; or northeast, to the lighthouse. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave crashes against the rocks, sending a cloud of spray into Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you climb down the rocks. The path bends northeast, Floyd | following the curve of the lighthouse wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Spur Floyd | A small outcropping of stone, just large enough for you to stand on, Floyd | sticks out from the end of the breakwater. The hungry sea laps at your Floyd | feet, surging over the rocks and then trickling down into crevices. To Floyd | the southwest, an uneven trail leads back up the rocks, around the Floyd | side of the lighthouse. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond the breakwater's tip, a turbulent patch of water bubbles and Floyd | seethes, as if something were lurking just beneath the surface -- Floyd | turning, perhaps, in uneasy sleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, right, something is possibly underwater here." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ROCK Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, ">poke chthtulhu" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "poke cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day two Floyd | Floyd | > POKE CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I'm... kind of glad I didn't see this prior to writing my Cragne room." | |
| Jacqueline says, "And that is all I will say about that." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The trail turns northwest, following the curve of the lighthouse wall. Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x breakwater" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BREAKWATER Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "rocks" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > ROCKS Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x rocks" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ROCKS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x spine" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SPINE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "meh" | |
| DavidW says, "Plover seemed to think we needed a meat hook as our heavy object." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay. I suggest we move on to other things, while keeping an eye out for crow bars, meat hooks, rocks, etc." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I don't remember seeing one." | ||
| DavidW says, "I can't even guess where a meat hook can be found from what we've seen so far." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "So, do we want to try poisoning the good doctor?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Meh. Sure." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "(I don't particularly, but we can save beforehand.)" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, one other puzzle to solve is our puzzle box from the safe." | ||
| Jacqueline makes a very sad face. | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm thinking, because we found the puzzle box with the flute, maybe the right musical sequence from the flute opens the box." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The narrow breakwater is surrounded by ocean. You can only go west, Floyd | back to shore; or northeast, to the lighthouse. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Which means learning the flute." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah, we have no idea which hole combos we want yet." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Not unless you jump. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You can't get much lower than the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You pass through the gate and down the stone steps, which curve Floyd | northwest as they lead down to the edge of the river. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill flask" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to fill the flask with? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > WATER Floyd | Floyd | You dip the flask into the Miskaton, collecting a small quantity of Floyd | river water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The old man looks up at you with fawning admiration. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline weeps silently. | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give flask to man" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE FLASK TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | His eyes burning with greed, the old man snatches the flask from your Floyd | hand and tips it up into his waiting mouth. Then, sputtering angrily Floyd | as he realizes there is no whiskey in it, he hurls the flask across Floyd | the lot and glares at you with something approaching real hatred. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Did you save?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I guess I saved recently." | ||
| Jacqueline shrugs. | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, no different from his response to an empty flask." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take flask" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE FLASK Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I think nothing happened anyway." | |
| Jacqueline says, "He is hating us." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "But that's probably redeemable." | ||
| DavidW says, "It's temporary." | ||
| DavidW says, "If we find booze, he will love us forever and ever." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I mean, he also hated us the first time we gave him the empty bottle." | ||
| DavidW says, "...Martha..." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, right." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour water" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER Floyd | Floyd | The small quantity of river water spills out over the ground, where it Floyd | quickly trickles away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about whiskey" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MAN ABOUT WHISKEY Floyd | Floyd | The bum perks up. "More whiskey?" he asks greedily. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Poor guy." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "Where to?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I suppose we could try 'buy whiskey' in the bar and hope we have credit or money." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Obelisk after that?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I am having all sorts of false memories about the bar because Sam coded a bar for Cragne." | ||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Local Pub Floyd | A dank, drafty old drinking hole lit by flickering, oil-burning Floyd | lanterns. Smoke collects in greasy pools among the rafters, and Floyd | shadows crowd thick around. The bar runs the length of the room to Floyd | your right, while to the south a low doorway opens onto the street. Floyd | Floyd | Mill workers and fishermen occupy a few of the tables, drinking beer Floyd | or puffing grimly at long-stemmed pipes. Each is wrapped in his Floyd | solitude, soaking up the general miasma of dreary fatalism. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "buy whiskey" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > BUY WHISKEY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask bartender about whiskey" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK BARTENDER ABOUT WHISKEY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bartender" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BARTENDER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "What kind of bar is that?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The exit is to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bar" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BAR Floyd | Floyd | A dark and dour expanse of wood, pitted and scarred and stained with Floyd | the rings from over a hundred years' worth of slopping beer mugs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind bar" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK BEHIND BAR Floyd | Floyd | Not a bartender in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask people about bartender" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK PEOPLE ABOUT BARTENDER Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to KO), "Haha. A fair question." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x people" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PEOPLE Floyd | Floyd | The patrons of this place are taciturn and grim. No one speaks. No one Floyd | looks anyone in the eye. No one, in fact, even looks up from his beer. Floyd | A heavy aura of resignation -- and, it almost seems, dread -- hangs Floyd | palpably over the whole crowd. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ah. It's a beer pub." | |
| DavidW says, "You know what this pub needs? A cursed music box." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "snrk" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "And let me guess, it was founded by a Verlac." | ||
| DavidW says, "I think the pub is one of the few things not Verlac-ian." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask people about bum" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK PEOPLE ABOUT BUM Floyd | Floyd | No one answers you, or even looks your way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask people about beer" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK PEOPLE ABOUT BEER Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask people about michael" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK PEOPLE ABOUT MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, although you wouldn't have thought it possible, the pub Floyd | becomes even more icily silent. Even the lantern flames seem to pause Floyd | their flickering. The nearest of the locals turns toward you, Floyd | squinting through eyes like black glass embedded in his ancient Floyd | leathery skin. His lips barely seem to move beneath his salt-encrusted Floyd | beard. Floyd | Floyd | "Some things best left alone by outsiders, ma'am," he rasps. "Some Floyd | things best left alone by decent folk altogether." Floyd | Floyd | Back in one of the darker corners, someone spits deliberately on the Floyd | floor. Floyd | Floyd | And then all eyes are back on their beer. It's as if you didn't exist Floyd | at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "OH MY" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Husband, what did you do?" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Golly. Nice Easter egg?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Probably a response to anything Verlac, I'm assuming, not Michael specifically." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "(Okay, probably meant to be a response to Verlac)" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Prolly" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Still: ka-reep-ee" | ||
| DavidW asks, "So, uh, obelisk, then?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | The obelisk measures about two feet square at its base, narrowing Floyd | slightly as it rises a good fifteen feet to a bluntly pointed tip. An Floyd | iron ring is embedded in the stone high up on one side, about two feet Floyd | from the top. Dense, twisting hieroglyphs cover all four sides of the Floyd | obelisk, although they are too worn to be read clearly. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Iron ring. hm." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X RING Floyd | Floyd | (the wedding ring) Floyd | Staring at your wedding ring like that tends to make you sentimental. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x iron ring" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X IRON RING Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking iron ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull iron ring" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL IRON RING Floyd | Floyd | The iron ring is high out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hieroglyphs" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HIEROGLYPHS Floyd | Floyd | They are not Egyptian, which is what you first assumed from the Floyd | general shape and design of the obelisk. In fact, though you're no Floyd | archaeologist, these carvings don't look like any sort of ancient Floyd | writing you've ever seen. The characters, which must have been carved Floyd | very deeply in order to survive this much erosion, twist and squirm in Floyd | disturbing ways, flowing into and through each other and almost Floyd | seeming to shift slightly as you try to follow their lines. The effect Floyd | is deeply unsettling, and you have to suppress an urge to take a step Floyd | or two back away from the monument. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Just, y'know, a perfectly ordinary iron ring." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull iron ring with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL IRON RING WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to pull the iron ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get iron ring with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET IRON RING WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the umbrella) Floyd | (slipping the flashlight into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | The iron ring is high out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | The sides of the obelisk are much too steep and smooth to climb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pavestones" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PAVESTONES Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get iron ring with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET IRON RING WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | The iron ring is high out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit it" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT IT Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > PRAY Floyd | Floyd | Your prayers are not answered. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on it" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > KNOCK ON IT Floyd | Floyd | No one answers. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Where's a stepladder when you need one." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Hmp. I don't recall. Were we stopped from entering the asylum, or did we stop ourselves." | ||
| DavidW asks, "maybe we need a grabbling hook on a rope the snag the iron ring and climb up that way??" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I think we were unable to get in, but I could be misremembering." | ||
| DavidW says, "It's day two, though. Could be different." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | |
| DavidW says, "okay, this is new." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x orderly" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X ORDERLY Floyd | Floyd | The pockmarked and overweight orderly is absorbed in his magazine, Floyd | which is just as well, since it's kept him from turning his leering Floyd | attentions to you. He occasionally pauses to tweak a swollen blackhead Floyd | on the back of his neck, or to mutter some crass observation about one Floyd | of the women in his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | There's a name tag pinned to his expansive chest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x sofa" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SOFA Floyd | Floyd | It is the apotheosis of utilitarian decor, little more than a Floyd | horizontal slab with some vertical slabs around the sides to keep Floyd | people from falling off. And it is avocado. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tag" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TAG Floyd | Floyd | It reads: "CHUCK". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search sofa" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH SOFA Floyd | Floyd | There is nothing on the sofa. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about asylum" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT ASYLUM Floyd | Floyd | "Listen, I just work here, lady." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about rebis" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT REBIS Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x palm" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PALM Floyd | Floyd | (the torn journal) Floyd | It's a slim little book, no bigger than your hand, bound in imitation Floyd | leather. The mice really have been at it; most of the pages have been Floyd | chewed away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x potted palm" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X POTTED PALM Floyd | Floyd | The consumptive-looking plant probably hasn't been watered in over a Floyd | month, yet somehow it clings tenaciously to life and a certain dull, Floyd | scraggly greenness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask him about edward" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK HIM ABOUT EDWARD Floyd | Floyd | The orderly squints at you. "Who? -- Oh, wait! You mean the guy, Floyd | ventilated his whole goddamn family early this year. Yeah, I remember Floyd | him. What a nutball. We put him in a rubber room, he lasted two weeks. Floyd | Bashed his fuckin' brains in on the little observation window. Floyd | Reinforced glass, took him right out." The orderly scratches his head. Floyd | "Christ, I gotta get around to cleaning that mess up one of these Floyd | days." Then with a heavy sigh, he returns to his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "..." | |
| Jacqueline says, "bleh" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "LOVELY" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Man, this game." | ||
| DavidW says, "Still, it also means that Edward could have left something there." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Heh. Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get potted palm" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET POTTED PALM Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "But it would be heavy!" | |
| DavidW says, "If I hadn't emptied the flask, we could water the palm." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Heh. I was thinking that, actually." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm. Something to try later." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "But then the palm may come to life and eat us." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "That water is Not Right. I am sure of it." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x large key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LARGE KEY Floyd | Floyd | Presumably, it opens the barred gates, providing access into (or out Floyd | of) the asylum. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, ">palm keys" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about rubber room" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT RUBBER ROOM Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the barred gate first) Floyd | The orderly laughs at your attempts. "Nice try, lady, but you're never Floyd | gettin' in there without this," he says, patting the key on his belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take large key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LARGE KEY Floyd | Floyd | The orderly slaps your hand away. "Nice try, lady, " he sneers, "but I Floyd | got eyes in the back of my head; I'm like a fuckin' hawk." Floyd | Floyd | "... ooh, yeah," whispers the orderly, ogling his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take large key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LARGE KEY Floyd | Floyd | The orderly slaps your hand away. "Nice try, lady, " he sneers, "but I Floyd | got eyes in the back of my head; I'm like a fuckin' hawk." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf9" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hit chuck with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT CHUCK WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Much as you'd like to, it probably wouldn't be wise in the long run. Floyd | Floyd | The orderly honks loudly into a handkerchief, pauses to take a quick Floyd | peek at the goods, then stuffs the rag back into his pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW sings 'it's getting hot in here...' | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about allergies" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT ALLERGIES Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pop chuck's blackhead" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > POP CHUCK'S BLACKHEAD
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x blackhead" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BLACKHEAD Floyd | Floyd | Not to put too fine a point on it, you'd just as soon not get anywhere Floyd | near that thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hrh" | |
| Jacqueline says, "er, heh" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I suspect that's for the best." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | "... ooh, yeah," whispers the orderly, ogling his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x magazine" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X MAGAZINE Floyd | Floyd | "Juggs". How charming. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x belt" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BELT Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands your umbrella, a flask (which is Floyd | open but empty), an animal's skull and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a flashlight, a gold locket, a Floyd | keyring, on which are four keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an Floyd | old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a Floyd | strange metal flute, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is Floyd | closed), a silver locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, a slip of Floyd | paper, Michael's faculty card, a family album, a book of matches with Floyd | six matches left, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, a lantern and Floyd | a towel. Floyd | Floyd | Airy strains of vacuous elevator music waft through the room from Floyd | invisible speakers. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "afk for a sec, bathroom" | |
| Jacqueline says, "We don't look the least bit suspicious/" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "If only we could put the broom in the pocket, we'd look much less suspicious, right? Right?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to KO), "Is that a broom in your pocket, or ..." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOX Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | (first taking the strange metal flute) Floyd | (slipping the animal's skull into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. The sound lingers in the air for a moment, Floyd | then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "back" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Welcome back." | ||
| DavidW says, "The flute has seven holes that all can be independently covered." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "That sounds like a code." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm just saying the thing has 2^7 different possible notes." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I just wanted to see if the guy would react." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show skull to chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW SKULL TO CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the animal's skull) Floyd | (slipping the flask into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | (closing the flask first) Floyd | He glances at the animal's skull without anything remotely resembling Floyd | interest, and returns to his magazine without a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show gold locket to chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW GOLD LOCKET TO CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the gold locket) Floyd | (slipping the umbrella into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | He glances at the gold locket without anything remotely resembling Floyd | interest, and returns to his magazine without a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, short of systematically walking through the rooms, I don't have any specific thoughts just now" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "like, maybe there's some porn back at the house we could give to Chuck." | |
| Jacqueline shrugs. | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess there's nothing to do here yet." | ||
| DavidW says, "Or we could undress." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oy." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh. God. I really hope that doesn't work." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "But... try it?" | ||
| DavidW says, "The porn was in us all along." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove clothes" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf10" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to take off your trenchcoat first. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "omg" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove coat" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE COAT Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove clothes" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | You've never been big on that "natural" look. If you decide you need Floyd | to take a bath or go to bed, you can disrobe then; otherwise, keep 'em Floyd | on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Game), "THANK YOU" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Whew." | ||
| DavidW says, "Still, at least I thought of the possibility." | ||
| DavidW says, "Perhaps we could search our stuff in the foyer, then." | ||
| DavidW says, "Maybe find a hammer now that we could use one." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I suppose we could" | ||
| DavidW says, "I honestly don't know where our bottleneck opener is." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x windows" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WINDOWS Floyd | Floyd | The whole place exudes a sense of oppressive claustrophobia -- Floyd | standing in its shadow for even a second is enough to make your skin Floyd | crawl. Even the seemingly innocuous motto emblazoned over the main Floyd | entrance fills you with an inexplicable sense of foreboding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read motto" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ MOTTO Floyd | Floyd | "Health, Discipline, Tranquillity" -- emblazoned in an arch over the Floyd | double-snake symbol of a caduceus. Somehow, you are not reassured. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "brick wall" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > BRICK WALL Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x brick wall" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BRICK WALL Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search grass" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH GRASS Floyd | Floyd | The cobblestones are slick from the rain and worn with many centuries' Floyd | passage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cobblestone" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE COBBLESTONE Floyd | Floyd | That isn't available. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Even if the woods weren't so singularly uninviting, the underbrush is Floyd | too thick to wade through, and there are no paths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You unlock the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x luggage" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > X LUGGAGE Floyd | Floyd | It's all a huge, hopeless mess. Just looking at it instantly drains Floyd | you of any desire to unpack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search luggage" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH LUGGAGE Floyd | Floyd | Honestly, you just can't muster enough motivation. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't suppose there's an andiron in the sitting room." | |
| Jacqueline says, "So much for Mike's porn." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "He is married." | ||
| DavidW | Chuck says, "Seriously, what's with all the tentacles?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "hee" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fireplace" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FIREPLACE Floyd | Floyd | The fireplace is carved from beautiful, dark-veined marble, a strange Floyd | shade that is not quite a deep, forest green and not quite a murky, Floyd | dusky red. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hit portrait with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT PORTRAIT WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search fireplace" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH FIREPLACE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x portrait" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PORTRAIT Floyd | Floyd | The man in the portrait is the apotheosis of everything cruel and Floyd | inhuman that you have ever laid eyes on. His archaic Puritan dress Floyd | would indicate that he must have lived a very long time ago; perhaps Floyd | he was the founder of the Verlac family in this region. If so, it's no Floyd | wonder they all wound up murdered or mad: the red-rimmed eyes glaring Floyd | down from his gaunt and haggard face seem to blaze with a terrible Floyd | insanity. There is nothing regal, fatherly or dignified about this Floyd | portrait. It is the essence of raving, gibbering evil captured on Floyd | canvas. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move it" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE IT Floyd | Floyd | The portrait doesn't move; it's firmly attached to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Gibbering is a good word" | |
| DavidW says, "No andiron" | ||
| DavidW says, "No poker." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says, "No loose brick." | ||
| DavidW says, "No glint inside a heap of ash." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Mh, kitchen, maybe?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A madman, clad only in a filthy, ragged loincloth, his thin body Floyd | covered with dirt and sores, dances wildly on a precipice between two Floyd | massive, metal pillars. His long, gray hair whips about his face in an Floyd | unseen wind; behind him, beyond the precipice, violet clouds seethe Floyd | and roil. He seems to be playing some strange sort of wind instrument, Floyd | like a flute, making the whole scene look oddly like a macabre Jethro Floyd | Tull album cover. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "That's a new one." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Apparently, there's more than one vanishing painting." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Too bad we didn't memorize the flute play there." | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember any metal pillars anywhere." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, was thinking that about the flute." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Kitchen, next?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hooks" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOOKS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x cabinets" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CABINETS Floyd | Floyd | The cabinet is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hmpf." | |
| DavidW says, "I really don't know what to do next." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn on torch" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON TORCH Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x shelves" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SHELVES Floyd | Floyd | They're just ordinary-looking shelves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Row after row of smooth, dust-covered glass. The wine inside is dark Floyd | and murky, reminding you, somewhat irrationally, of blood. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I really want that to be a sekrit passage" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x racks" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X RACKS Floyd | Floyd | These racks must have at one time contained hundreds upon hundreds of Floyd | wine bottles. Idly, you wonder which member of the family developed Floyd | such a taste for what would have been, for the first few generations Floyd | at least, a sinful vice of the basest kind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x blood" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BLOOD Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I mean, it surely is." | |
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "What other reason would there be for the bottles to be glued to it or whatever they did?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x rack" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X RACK Floyd | Floyd | These racks must have at one time contained hundreds upon hundreds of Floyd | wine bottles. Idly, you wonder which member of the family developed Floyd | such a taste for what would have been, for the first few generations Floyd | at least, a sinful vice of the basest kind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | Strange; the bottles all seem to be fixed in place. They won't come Floyd | out of the rack no matter how you tug at them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push rack" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH RACK Floyd | Floyd | The wine racks won't budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | The bottles won't budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh! I thought you meant, surely those bottles are filled with BLOOD, KO." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "count bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > COUNT BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | (first taking the strange metal flute) Floyd | (slipping the animal's skull into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. The sound lingers in the air for a moment, Floyd | then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Oh." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | You won't get very far climbing those. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb rack" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB RACK Floyd | Floyd | You won't get very far climbing those. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x north wall" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X NORTH WALL Floyd | Floyd | These racks must have at one time contained hundreds upon hundreds of Floyd | wine bottles. Idly, you wonder which member of the family developed Floyd | such a taste for what would have been, for the first few generations Floyd | at least, a sinful vice of the basest kind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "(yet)" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "drink bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > DRINK BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | Strange; the bottles all seem to be fixed in place. They won't come Floyd | out of the rack no matter how you tug at them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "say open sesame" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SAY OPEN SESAME Floyd | Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | Talking to yourself is a sure sign of impending mental collapse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get sixth bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET SIXTH BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to get the sixth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not quite what I had in mind, game, but good to know." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | The labels are faded and obscured by dust, but you can make out a few Floyd | of them. Some of these vintages appear to be very old. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLEAN BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers leave clear marks in the dust. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | The labels are faded and obscured by dust, but you can make out a few Floyd | of them. Some of these vintages appear to be very old. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read label" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ LABEL Floyd | Floyd | (the flask) Floyd | The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but what little you can Floyd | make out seems to indicate that this is not a particularly Floyd | distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and "rotgut" come Floyd | to mind, probably because they are the only words legible on what's Floyd | left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull bottles with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL BOTTLES WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to pull the wine bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up 1843 in bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP 1843 IN BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing here you can look things up in. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hrmp. I guess we need some sort of diary information to solve this." | |
| Jacqueline says, "That would make sense." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Like we did with the safe." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a strange metal flute, a keyring, Floyd | on which are four keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned Floyd | iron key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a gold locket Floyd | and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain an animal's skull, your Floyd | umbrella, a flask (which is closed), a flashlight (providing light), a Floyd | bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is closed), a silver Floyd | locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, a slip of paper, Michael's Floyd | faculty card, a family album, a book of matches with six matches left, Floyd | a torn journal, a typewritten notice, a lantern and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up wine in album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WINE IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing here you can look things up in. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Darn Gentry and his 'you must not hack or brute force my puzzles'" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read torn journal" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ TORN JOURNAL Floyd | Floyd | What's left of the journal reads: Floyd | Floyd | Desperate. Went back to the old twisting lane and found only a Floyd | blank wall. Without the amulet, how can I resist -- Floyd | Floyd | ...bottles, bottles... Floyd | Floyd | Getting worse. People I have never met smile knowingly at me in Floyd | the street. The police believe I am a child molester, but have brought Floyd | no charges against me as yet. Why? Head hurts all the time. I have Floyd | turned the cellar upside-down... damn it all, where is it? Floyd | Floyd | Dreamed of Father again. Dreamed of Grandfather. Those horrible, Floyd | red-rimmed eyes... Floyd | Floyd | -- into the safe, finally. 8-23-36. Won't forget THAT soon. Floyd | Ha! Floyd | Floyd | CANNOT DISCOVER ENTRANCE IN THE CELLAR!!! Secret eludes me still Floyd | but I WILL FIND IT!!! The clue is in their names, that pestilential Floyd | procession of names! If I could only -- Floyd | Floyd | The text breaks off as several more pages are missing. the last Floyd | fragmented entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | -- will fail. There is no recourse left. I know now what I must Floyd | do. Julia -- Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "The clue is in their names?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Apparently." | ||
| DavidW says, "Croseus, Wilhelm, Heinrich, Elijah, Mordecai, Edward" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | ||
| DavidW asks, "CWHEME?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | There are dozens of bottles here. You glance over the rows, but Floyd | nothing jumps out at you as immediately odd. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "say cwheme" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SAY CWHEME Floyd | Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | Talking to yourself is a sure sign of impending mental collapse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cwheme" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > CWHEME Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "should we really count edward?" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > SHOULD WE REALLY COUNT EDWARD?
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu asks, "should we really count edward?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "oops." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search bottles for croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOTTLES FOR CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to search the wine bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | The labels are faded and obscured by dust, but you can make out a few Floyd | of them. Some of these vintages appear to be very old. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x c" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X C Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | There are dozens of bottles here. You glance over the rows, but Floyd | nothing jumps out at you as immediately odd. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dust bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > DUST BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers leave clear marks in the dust. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x vintages" | Knight_Otu says, "I appear to be lagging." | |
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X VINTAGES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x corks" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CORKS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x south wall" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SOUTH WALL Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FLOOR Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CEILING Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Their names..." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a strange metal flute, a keyring, Floyd | on which are four keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned Floyd | iron key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a gold locket Floyd | and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain an animal's skull, your Floyd | umbrella, a flask (which is closed), a flashlight (providing light), a Floyd | bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is closed), a silver Floyd | locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, a slip of paper, Michael's Floyd | faculty card, a family album, a book of matches with six matches left, Floyd | a torn journal, a typewritten notice, a lantern and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the gold locket into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | (in the newspaper) Floyd | You discover nothing of interest in the newspaper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up croseus in album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CROSEUS IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Croseus Verlac Floyd | Born the son of a provincial cabinet-maker in the Höllental Floyd | Valley circa 1590; fled Germany in 1620 to avoid charges of heresy; Floyd | came to the New World in 1622 on the ship Dawn Maiden; Floyd | founded the town of Anchorhead in 1624; began construction of Verlac Floyd | estate in 1625; signed the non-aggression pact with Chief Chuaquacqat Floyd | of the Misquat tribe in 1631. Floyd | Floyd | The picture is a full-page black-and-white reproduction of the Floyd | portrait hanging in the sitting room. Underneath it, someone has Floyd | scribbled in pencil: Floyd | Floyd | his is our blood Floyd | he always returns to his blood Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Seems to be better again." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "I'm just trying to figure out the dynamic of ... hm. Something to do with the dates?" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Same vintage as dates in the bio?" | ||
| Jacqueline shrugs. | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Maybe, but how to find the years?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "On the bottles, I mean." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take 1620" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x 1651" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE 1620 Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X 1651 Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x 1886" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X 1886 Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x 1590" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X 1590 Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think that's the method." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "No, doesn't seem like it." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Feels like it should, though." | ||
| Jacqueline sighs. | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Birth years, vintages..." | ||
| DavidW asks, "What about visiting the study or library again?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "The frustrating thing about this game that I'm beginning to suspect is that perhaps some puzzles can only be revealed on certain days." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "That would suck." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I suppose we can try those rooms." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off torch" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF TORCH Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x windows" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WINDOWS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x volume" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X VOLUME Floyd | Floyd | (The Compleat Manual of Wardes and Seales) Floyd | It's an old medieval tome dated in the early 1300s, written by one Floyd | Galarian Academius desChamps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PIPE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | It appears to be some kind of wind instrument, fashioned out of Floyd | ornately carved, greenish metal. Seven holes of varying sizes are Floyd | drilled along the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read volume" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ VOLUME Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the bookshelves or The Compleat Manual of Floyd | Wardes and Seales? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "manual" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > MANUAL Floyd | Floyd | Essentially, it's a textbook on the theory and practice of magickal Floyd | wards and seals, mystic symbols inscribed on doors and containers in Floyd | order to keep people and spirits out -- or in. It's all very Floyd | deliberately vague and arcane (in addition to being written in Floyd | medieval French and translated into Middle English, making it nearly Floyd | impossible to understand), the kind of thing that likely got many a Floyd | scholar burned at the stake in those days. Floyd | Floyd | You are surprised to find that a page in this old and probably quite Floyd | valuable book has been folded down, as though to mark the place. The Floyd | section marked discusses various methods of opening doors that have Floyd | been sealed with the image of a pagan god. Speaking aloud the deity's Floyd | true name will usually do the trick, apparently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x brass pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BRASS PIPE Floyd | Floyd | It's a beautiful piece of work, although at the moment, sadly, it Floyd | contains no pipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Oh, pipe stand, I see." | |
| Jacqueline says, "I feel like we've gotten nowhere today. After two hours. POO" | ||
| DavidW asks, "What if we say Croseus in the sitting room?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I mean, sure." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "But I don't see how speaking words aloud will trigger things." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "But yes, try." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "say croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > SAY CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | Talking to yourself is a sure sign of impending mental collapse. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess the portrait is not a 'pagan god door'." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open shutter" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN SHUTTER Floyd | Floyd | You can't; the window is painted shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x books" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | The shelves on the western wall have slid back slightly, revealing a Floyd | hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put flute on stand" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search books" | ||
Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FLUTE ON STAND Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute on the pipe stand) Floyd | There's not enough room on the pipe stand for the strange metal flute. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | The shelves on the western wall have slid back slightly, revealing a Floyd | hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think the flute has anything to do with the pipe stand." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Maybe not, but who knows?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close doors" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOORS Floyd | Floyd | You close the sliding doors. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x doors" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DOORS Floyd | Floyd | Each door is carved from a single piece of mahogany, and polished to a Floyd | deep, rich shine. The doors are closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DESK Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary writing desk with a small drawer, which is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | You open the drawer, revealing the Cryptical Haermoniacon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cryptical" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CRYPTICAL Floyd | Floyd | The leather covers are worn and cracked; the metal corner fittings Floyd | tarnished; the pages yellow and brittle. Inscribed on the title page Floyd | are the words Cryptical Haermoniacon: Manual of the Atonal Floyd | Servitors beneath what you presume must be the same words written Floyd | in some strange, vaguely Arabic-looking alphabet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x fireplace" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FIREPLACE Floyd | Floyd | The fireplace is carved from beautiful, dark-veined marble, a strange Floyd | shade that is not quite a deep, forest green and not quite a murky, Floyd | dusky red. The mantelpiece is flanked by a pair of polished brass Floyd | spheres. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read cryptical" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ CRYPTICAL Floyd | Floyd | The greater portion of the book is written in an incomprehensible, Floyd | flowing cipher; however, the margins in several pages are glossed in Floyd | English. The book appears to contain instructions for traveling to Floyd | somewhere called "the Domain of Nehilim", and for worshipping or Floyd | perhaps summoning an entity that dwells there: He Who Is Named Floyd | Not; nor may that Name be taught among His followers; that Name which Floyd | may be learned only by gazing upon His Terrible Countenance... Floyd | Floyd | The only specific details involve a ritual used to open a one-way Floyd | portal into the Womb of Nehilim, allowing the magician to enter or Floyd | possibly throw some hapless soul into its chaotic, blasphemous depths. Floyd | The ritual seems to have something to do with music, and requires the Floyd | magician to "Attune ye Pillars to ye Resonant Haermonicae", whatever Floyd | that means. Floyd | Floyd | The rest, by only the barest contrast, is nothing but pure raving. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x spheres" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SPHERES Floyd | Floyd | You see the room behind you in distorted miniature, and your own face Floyd | swelling and stretching comically as you peer into the sphere's Floyd | reflective surface. Floyd | Floyd | Looking closely, you notice some smudges on the otherwise immaculately Floyd | polished brass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn spheres" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN SPHERES Floyd | Floyd | The sphere twists clockwise a few degrees, there is a barely audible Floyd | "click", and the sphere snaps back into its original position. Floyd | Suddenly, the entire fireplace slides about eighteen inches to the Floyd | left with a hollow grinding sound, revealing a narrow corridor in the Floyd | southwest wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | |
| Jacqueline exclaims, "!!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on torch" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON TORCH Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | It's almost big enough to put your finger through. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Scary" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "yeah" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Ugh." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hrm. brb" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x nails" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > X NAILS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Wasn't that part of our dream?" | ||
| DavidW says, "More than one peephole." | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember the dream." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Presumably, at some point we may use this to spy on people." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "It's one of those rooms." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Or maybe it's just here to creep us out that we've been being watched." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Cellar?" | |
| DavidW asks, "Maybe?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "EEEEW" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I guess it's only those three rooms we can peep into." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm thinking this is mappable if we drop stuff at the non-hole locations." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Hopefully." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x typewritten" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TYPEWRITTEN Floyd | Floyd | It's a letter from the Arkham Regional Utilities Company, explaining Floyd | that, due to wiring difficulties, the electricity will not be Floyd | installed until next week. No phone service, either. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop typewritten" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP TYPEWRITTEN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the typewritten notice) Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a family album, a strange metal Floyd | flute and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a keyring, on which are four Floyd | keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar), a gold locket, an animal's skull, Floyd | your umbrella, a flask (which is closed), a flashlight (providing Floyd | light), a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is closed), a Floyd | silver locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, a slip of paper, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a book of matches with six matches left, a Floyd | torn journal, a lantern and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x slip" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SLIP Floyd | Floyd | Someone was apparently using it as a bookmark. There's some writing on Floyd | one side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read slip" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ SLIP Floyd | Floyd | It says: Floyd | Floyd | born-died same date? Floyd | have to chk. records Floyd | Floyd | The handwriting is unmistakably Michael's. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop slip" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP SLIP Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the slip of paper) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a slip of paper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Observatory Floyd | You are in a small, enclosed cupola situated, by the look of the view Floyd | through the dingy skylight over your head, on top of the roof of the Floyd | house. The walls are covered with astrological and astronomical charts Floyd | with equations and diagrams scribbled across them in crabbed, stilted Floyd | handwriting. The only exit seems to be an oddly-angled corridor to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Dominating the center of the room is a large mounted telescope, Floyd | pointed almost straight up through the skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "ooohhh" | |
| DavidW says, "Your turn." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x charts" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CHARTS Floyd | Floyd | Most of the charts seem to be plotting the trajectory of some comet Floyd | you've never heard of, as it gradually approaches the solar system Floyd | over the course of several centuries. According to this, the comet is Floyd | due to arrive... Floyd | Floyd | Well, that's interesting. According to this, the comet is coming Floyd | tomorrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ha" | |
| Jacqueline says, "CONVENIENT" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Cove-ient." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read charts" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ CHARTS Floyd | Floyd | Most of the charts seem to be plotting the trajectory of some comet Floyd | you've never heard of, as it gradually approaches the solar system Floyd | over the course of several centuries. According to this, the comet is Floyd | due to arrive... Floyd | Floyd | Well, that's interesting. According to this, the comet is coming Floyd | tomorrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x skylight" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SKYLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | At the edges of the view you can make out the topmost branches of the Floyd | surrounding trees, groping at the sky like skeletal fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x telescope" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TELESCOPE Floyd | Floyd | Constructed of some greenish metal, the telescope consists in the main Floyd | of an unadorned cylinder about eight inches in diameter, with an Floyd | eyepiece near the bottom. Near the top, about six inches down from the Floyd | telescope's upper end, is a thin, rectangular slot, cut horizontally Floyd | into the side of the cylinder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x slot" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SLOT Floyd | Floyd | It looks as though it might be a receptacle of some kind, perhaps for Floyd | a special lens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look through telescope" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH TELESCOPE Floyd | Floyd | The sky is too overcast; you can't see anything other than a blank, Floyd | gray circle of solid clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a family album, a strange metal Floyd | flute and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a keyring, on which are four Floyd | keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar), a gold locket, an animal's skull, Floyd | your umbrella, a flask (which is closed), a flashlight (providing Floyd | light), a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is closed), a Floyd | silver locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, Michael's faculty card, a Floyd | book of matches with six matches left, a torn journal, a lantern and a Floyd | towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "We do not have that special lens, naturally." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Unless it's in the puzzlebox" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Observatory Floyd | You are in a small, enclosed cupola situated, by the look of the view Floyd | through the dingy skylight over your head, on top of the roof of the Floyd | house. The walls are covered with astrological and astronomical charts Floyd | with equations and diagrams scribbled across them in crabbed, stilted Floyd | handwriting. The only exit seems to be an oddly-angled corridor to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Dominating the center of the room is a large mounted telescope, Floyd | pointed almost straight up through the skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x equations" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > X EQUATIONS Floyd | Floyd | Most of the charts seem to be plotting the trajectory of some comet Floyd | you've never heard of, as it gradually approaches the solar system Floyd | over the course of several centuries. According to this, the comet is Floyd | due to arrive... Floyd | Floyd | Well, that's interesting. According to this, the comet is coming Floyd | tomorrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Doesn't seem like much here to do yet. We need a special lens or tomorrow." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, unfortunately." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "yeah" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's go back to mapping the secret tunnel, I guess." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm tired. I'm okay with you two continuing to poke around though." | ||
| DavidW says, "okay" | ||
| DavidW asks, "I suspect there may be a secret house exit in here somewhere, otherwise, where did Michael go?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Huh." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I guess that makes some sense though. The observatory needs to be on top of the house." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors stand closed to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | (opening the sliding doors first) Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "point torch at hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > POINT TORCH AT HOLE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a slip of paper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm assuming only one dark hole, but that may be a mistake." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Oh that would be nasty." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a slip of paper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a slip of paper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "looks like that's everything." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Whew." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Now, we could leave the torch in the dark hole corridor and try to find the other side using the lantern?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't see how that would do any good, though." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I'm not really sure either, though it might allow us to leave a light source there." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "And spy through the hole here... for something?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "No idea what." | ||
| DavidW says, "Well, I'm thinking, if the hole is for the wine cellar, a lit hole from here might single out one bottle." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We should save before using up a match, of course." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf11" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop torch" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP TORCH Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flashlight) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light it" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT IT Floyd | Floyd | You don't have a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take matches" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATCHES Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | The lantern is now lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a slip of paper here. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Observatory Floyd | You are in a small, enclosed cupola situated, by the look of the view Floyd | through the dingy skylight over your head, on top of the roof of the Floyd | house. The walls are covered with astrological and astronomical charts Floyd | with equations and diagrams scribbled across them in crabbed, stilted Floyd | handwriting. The only exit seems to be an oddly-angled corridor to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Dominating the center of the room is a large mounted telescope, Floyd | pointed almost straight up through the skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the first flute hole, the second flute hole, the Floyd | third flute hole, the fourth flute hole, the fifth flute hole, the Floyd | sixth flute hole or the seventh flute hole? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a lantern (providing light) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a lantern (providing light) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hmpf." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We can try the crypt, I suppose. It was also dark." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That would be weird, though." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Stooping to avoid the sharp, bare twigs that snag your clothes and Floyd | seem to reach greedily for your eyes, you pick your way through the Floyd | undergrowth to a small clearing. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the iron door first) Floyd | The faint echo of dripping water and a musty smell of decay grow Floyd | stronger as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | In the Crypt Floyd | The air is clammy and frigid, the stone walls damp and streaked with Floyd | mud and lichen. Pale, swollen roots push through cracks in the Floyd | masonry. The smell of damp corruption is almost overpowering here, Floyd | though the stairs to the south lead toward fresher air. Floyd | Floyd | The walls of this chamber contain dozens of wide, shallow niches; in Floyd | each niche, a coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the first flute hole, the second flute hole, the Floyd | third flute hole, the fourth flute hole, the fifth flute hole, the Floyd | sixth flute hole or the seventh flute hole? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You involuntary take a deep breath of fresh air as you leave the Floyd | clammy, foetid depths of the crypt behind. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The faint echo of dripping water and a musty smell of decay grow Floyd | stronger as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You involuntary take a deep breath of fresh air as you leave the Floyd | clammy, foetid depths of the crypt behind. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a lantern here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That hole must be why we have two light sources, though." | |
| DavidW says, "I don't know." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Can we leave the lantern in the wine cellar just in case, and look through the hole?" | |
| DavidW says, "we could, yes." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | The scene depicts a young girl kneeling down next to a closed door, Floyd | whispering through the keyhole. It is evidently late at night, as the Floyd | girl is wearing her nightgown, and she is surrounded by shadows. The Floyd | room on the other side of the door is lit, and the light shining Floyd | through the keyhole and through the crack under the door casts an Floyd | eldritch, yellow glow across her face. The girl appears to be Floyd | furtively slipping something underneath the door; you can't see what, Floyd | exactly. Floyd | Floyd | It's a fairly innocent-looking scene; charming, even, in a way... that Floyd | is, until you notice the mottled appendage snaking out from underneath Floyd | the door to meet her hand. From her expression, the girl is either Floyd | unaware of it or unperturbed by it. Either way, the effect is deeply Floyd | disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. | Knight_Otu says, "Hello William." | |
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x eyes" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > X EYES Floyd | Floyd | They are the eyes from your dream, without question. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "f n" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > F N Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a flashlight (providing light) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take torch" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TORCH Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the family album into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off torch" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF TORCH Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > DROP LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on torch" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON TORCH Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | wine cellar, seen from down low in a corner, near the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That... doesn't tell us much." | |
| DavidW says, "So the dark hole is for the wine cellar." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put torch in hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUT TORCH IN HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "At least we did establish that, yes." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > X WALL Floyd | Floyd | It looks as though you are somehow actually inside the walls of the Floyd | house, although they don't look this labyrinthine from the outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Maybe the north wall of the wine cellar opens to right here, then?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I hope not." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "That would be rather anti-climactic." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But it is possible." | ||
| DavidW says, "Anyway, it's almost 5pm and I don't know how to progress from here regardless." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I guess we restore to pre-match-burning, and make a save for next week?" | ||
| DavidW says, "It's probably not worth changing our save position from where we started today." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe not, that's true. We didn't achieve that much." | ||
| DavidW says, "We found the observatory. We saw two new paintings. We met Chuck." | ||
| DavidW says, "Unfortunately, that was all our progress for today." | ||
| Knight_Otu nods. | ||
| DavidW asks, "I suppose we could run back down to the cellar and examine the 'corner' of the room?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I don't expect that'll solve anything, but sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a typewritten notice here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Study day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a lantern (providing light) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x corner" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X CORNER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search wall" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH WALL Floyd | Floyd | There are dozens of bottles here. You glance over the rows, but Floyd | nothing jumps out at you as immediately odd. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search floor" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH FLOOR Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the first flute hole, the second flute hole, the Floyd | third flute hole, the fourth flute hole, the fifth flute hole, the Floyd | sixth flute hole or the seventh flute hole? Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Ghost holes." | |
| DavidW says, "Maybe the reason we need to open this door is not for the connection, but for something stuck in the door that falls out." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But I expect an important room behind a hidden wine rack door." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "knock on racks" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > KNOCK ON RACKS Floyd | Floyd | No one answers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "whine" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > WHINE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a flashlight (providing light), a Floyd | book of matches with five matches left and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a family album, a strange metal Floyd | flute, a keyring, on which are four keys (an old-fashioned brass key, Floyd | an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to the Floyd | cellar), a gold locket, an animal's skull, your umbrella, a flask Floyd | (which is closed), a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is Floyd | closed), a silver locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, Michael's Floyd | faculty card, a torn journal and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read soggy" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ SOGGY Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the bundle of soggy pages) Floyd | The entries that are legible read as follows: Floyd | Floyd | ...Father came again to my bed last night... mother doesn't... Floyd | tells me I can't... to be a good daughter. Sometimes it hurts, but Floyd | Father always tells me I shouldn't cry. Father says a daughter must do Floyd | her Duty if she wants to get into Heaven. And I do want to get into Floyd | Heaven... Floyd | Floyd | [this entry dated 1957] ...my poor little William. Father calls Floyd | him an aberration, child of the Devil, but I don't believe... locked Floyd | in the attic. I go to see him whenever Father is away. I sing to him, Floyd | sometimes, through the keyhole, and slip him sweets through the crack Floyd | under the door... my baby is beautiful... can't let him hurt my dear Floyd | baby William... to the doctor, and he has a plan... I can never... Floyd | this locket, William, and I will always keep yours... to always Floyd | remember my face... Floyd | Floyd | Nothing else is readable except for one fragmented entry near the very Floyd | end of the book, the date in the corner reading February 27, 1961: Floyd | Floyd | ...dead, but not dead yet... will not allow him to do to Edward Floyd | what he wanted to do to William... have learned... given him the charm Floyd | against the... never take it off, dear Edward... [a page has been Floyd | torn away] ...fear to sleep... mist at the window -- Floyd | Floyd | And that's all. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "About the only thing left I feel we can achieve is playing the flute by the obelisk, but probably not today." | |
| DavidW says, "The flute needs to be played at metal pillars." | ||
| DavidW says, "Which means the puzzle box is opened some other way." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "True." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x puzzle box" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PUZZLE BOX Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x faces" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FACES Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "shake box" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SHAKE BOX Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the puzzle box) Floyd | (slipping the book of matches into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | You can hear something rattling around in there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x designs" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X DESIGNS Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x top surface" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TOP SURFACE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x surface" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X SURFACE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x panels" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PANELS Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x top panel" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X TOP PANEL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x panel" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X PANEL Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push panel" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH PANEL Floyd | Floyd | You press various panels, hoping to discover a secret catch, but find Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push faces" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH FACES Floyd | Floyd | You press various panels, hoping to discover a secret catch, but find Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull panel" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > PULL PANEL Floyd | Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch panel" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH PANEL Floyd | Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell panel" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL PANEL Floyd | Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hit panel" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT PANEL Floyd | Floyd | The strange wood is virtually indestructible; your blows don't even Floyd | scratch the finish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x grooves" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X GROOVES Floyd | Floyd | It's roughly the size and shape of a cigar box, carved from some dark Floyd | and oddly streaked wood that you can't identify. All six surfaces are Floyd | decorated in a complex arrangement of grooves and panels, most of Floyd | which are illustrated with leering, demonic faces and obscene designs. Floyd | As far as you can tell, it is in fact a box, and meant to be opened; Floyd | however, you see no obvious way to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "leer at box" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LEER AT BOX Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe we get a grody dream about it and then 'open box' works just fine." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe it only opens when the comet crashes into the village." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "squeeze box" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SQUEEZE BOX Floyd | Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "wind box" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > WIND BOX Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss box" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > KISS BOX Floyd | Floyd | Try to restrain yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I wonder what's in there anyway. The amulet for the brick wall?" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Possibly?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read torn" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > READ TORN Floyd | Floyd | What's left of the journal reads: Floyd | Floyd | Desperate. Went back to the old twisting lane and found only a Floyd | blank wall. Without the amulet, how can I resist -- Floyd | Floyd | ...bottles, bottles... Floyd | Floyd | Getting worse. People I have never met smile knowingly at me in Floyd | the street. The police believe I am a child molester, but have brought Floyd | no charges against me as yet. Why? Head hurts all the time. I have Floyd | turned the cellar upside-down... damn it all, where is it? Floyd | Floyd | Dreamed of Father again. Dreamed of Grandfather. Those horrible, Floyd | red-rimmed eyes... Floyd | Floyd | -- into the safe, finally. 8-23-36. Won't forget THAT soon. Floyd | Ha! Floyd | Floyd | CANNOT DISCOVER ENTRANCE IN THE CELLAR!!! Secret eludes me still Floyd | but I WILL FIND IT!!! The clue is in their names, that pestilential Floyd | procession of names! If I could only -- Floyd | Floyd | The text breaks off as several more pages are missing. the last Floyd | fragmented entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | -- will fail. There is no recourse left. I know now what I must Floyd | do. Julia -- Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up mordekai" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDEKAI Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing here you can look things up in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > GET ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the bundle of soggy pages into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "mordecai" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI Floyd | Floyd | (in the newspaper) Floyd | You discover nothing of interest in the newspaper. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "thanks." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai in album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Mordecai Verlac Floyd | Currently residing in Anchorhead; attended seminary at Arkham Floyd | College in 1906; ordained in 1912; re-established the Church of Floyd | Celestial Wisdom in 1920; rebuilt the Miskaton River Mill in Floyd | 1922. Floyd | Floyd | The photograph depicts a man who has returned to his Puritan roots: Floyd | dressed in spartan black, hair clipped in an archaic tonsure, Floyd | clutching a Bible in his lap as he glares stoically at the camera. Floyd | This is the kind of man who would whip his children for laughing on Floyd | Sunday. His eyes still carry the Verlac madness, burning with Floyd | single-minded righteousness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up elijah in album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ELIJAH IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Elijah Verlac Floyd | Traveled to Europe in 1824 to study painting and to research Floyd | the Verlac genealogy; returned to Anchorhead in 1832; entered the Floyd | seminary at Arkham College in 1834; ordained in 1844; began Floyd | construction of the Church of Celestial Wisdom in Anchorhead in 1860; Floyd | accused of Confederate sympathies in 1862; retired from the clergy and Floyd | devoted life to painting in 1873. Floyd | Floyd | On of the earliest photographic portraits in the album, it depicts a Floyd | man in his sixties, at least. His face is deeply scored by time, his Floyd | skin mottled with liver spots, his long, gray hair swept back from a Floyd | high, bony forehead. This man resembles the portrait in the sitting Floyd | room more than any of the others, for he has practically the same eyes Floyd | -- the raw, bloodshot madness staring out from hollow caves in his Floyd | skull. Floyd | Floyd | You note one other interesting detail: he appears to have an extra Floyd | digit, a sixth finger, on his right hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Croseus, Wilhelm, and Heinrich are the others." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up heinrich in album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP HEINRICH IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Heinrich Verlac Floyd | Added cupola to the Verlac Estate in 1759; elected mayor of Floyd | Anchorhead in 1765; rebuilt the Miskaton River Mill in 1770; led the Floyd | battle of Quattac Bend in the Misquat Uprising of 1772; arrested as a Floyd | Royalist sympathizer in 1777 but subsequently cleared of all charges; Floyd | completed construction of the lighthouse in 1795. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait is of Heinrich as an older man, in his late fifties, Floyd | perhaps. The German ancestry shows through more clearly here, in the Floyd | set of his jaw and the line of his forehead. The eyes burn with Floyd | aggressive pride... and perhaps a little of the madness which stained Floyd | the gaze of his ancestors as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up wilhelm in album" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP WILHELM IN ALBUM Floyd | Floyd | The entry reads: Floyd | Floyd | Wilhelm Verlac Floyd | Fled with mother Eustacia Verlac during the Witch Burnings of Floyd | 1653; returned to Anchorhead in 1663; elected mayor of Anchorhead in Floyd | 1690; built the Miskaton River Mill in 1695; began construction of the Floyd | lighthouse in 1706. Floyd | Floyd | The picture is a reproduction of a charcoal sketch, probably done when Floyd | he was a younger man. The similarities to the portrait in the sitting Floyd | room is evident, though: the patrician nose; the harsh, thin line of Floyd | the mouth; the lean, wolfish jaw. It is the eyes, however, that carry Floyd | the true family resemblance. Even in the rough, colorless strokes of Floyd | charcoal, you can see that they are edged with the same raw madness Floyd | that haunts the red-tinged gaze of the sitting room portrait. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "say rielo" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SAY RIELO Floyd | Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | Talking to yourself is a sure sign of impending mental collapse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "say oliir" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > SAY OLIIR Floyd | Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | Talking to yourself is a sure sign of impending mental collapse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bottle labels" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOTTLE LABELS Floyd | Floyd | Row after row of smooth, dust-covered glass. The wine inside is dark Floyd | and murky, reminding you, somewhat irrationally, of blood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Row after row of smooth, dust-covered glass. The wine inside is dark Floyd | and murky, reminding you, somewhat irrationally, of blood. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hmph" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I don't see any procession in the names." | ||
| DavidW says, "Neither do I" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We may also need the names of the unfortunate daughters, perhaps." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But I am getting too tired for any of that." | ||
| DavidW says, "We only know two of the daughters." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "That is an additionalproblem." | ||
| DavidW asks, "quit for today, then?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW asks, "and no new save, right?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we don't need one. What we achieved, we can easily redo, and quicker, if necessary." | ||
| DavidW says, "unless we go back to CF11 and save from there." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "No, i don't think it's really necessary." | ||
| DavidW says, "Shame we couldn't get into the church." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Can I go back there and try something?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a family album, a puzzle box Floyd | (which is closed), a flashlight (providing light) and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a bundle of soggy pages, a book Floyd | of matches with five matches left, a strange metal flute, a keyring, Floyd | on which are four keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned Floyd | iron key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a gold locket, Floyd | an animal's skull, your umbrella, a flask (which is closed), a silver Floyd | locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, Michael's faculty card, a torn Floyd | journal and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off torch" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day two Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF TORCH Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | It is now pitch dark in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day two Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northeast, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Church Floyd | The forest encroaches right up to the iron fence here, some of which Floyd | is literally buried in the tangled underbrush. There are no doors on Floyd | this side, although a wooden trap door over by the corner of the Floyd | building probably leads into a cellar. A path leads southwest, around Floyd | to the front of the church. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > KICK PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You won't be able to break it with your bare hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a family album, a puzzle box Floyd | (which is closed), a flashlight and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a bundle of soggy pages, a book Floyd | of matches with five matches left, a strange metal flute, a keyring, Floyd | on which are four keys (an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned Floyd | iron key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a gold locket, Floyd | an animal's skull, your umbrella, a flask (which is closed), a silver Floyd | locket, a newspaper, a letter opener, Michael's faculty card, a torn Floyd | journal and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit padlock with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT PADLOCK WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the umbrella) Floyd | (slipping the flashlight into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You can't get in a good blow with the umbrella; you need something Floyd | heavier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit padlock with flask" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > HIT PADLOCK WITH FLASK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flask) Floyd | (slipping the puzzle box into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You can't get in a good blow with the flask; you need something Floyd | heavier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The wrought-iron fence surrounds the entire churchyard. The only way Floyd | out is around that little path to the southwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northwest, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bars" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > X BARS Floyd | Floyd | The fence is about chest-high and topped with nasty iron spikes. Weeds Floyd | and ground vines wind up through the bars, most of which are bent and Floyd | some of which are missing altogether. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bar" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BAR Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search weeds" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day two Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH WEEDS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "My idea was 'kick padlock'" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Makes enough sense. to bad it wasn't it." | ||
| DavidW says, "bathroom break" | ||
| DavidW says, "back" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "There was this one sergeant mentioned in the newspaper scraps" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Sgt Howard Biedermeyer" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Death Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up biedermeyer" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP BIEDERMEYER Floyd | Floyd | (in the newspaper) Floyd | You discover nothing of interest in the newspaper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up biedermeyer in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP BIEDERMEYER IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up howard in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP HOWARD IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think the records are only about the Verlacs." | |
| Knight_Otu has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| Knight_Otu arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Birth Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up biedermeyer in records" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day two Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP BIEDERMEYER IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, guess so." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day two Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Although I recorded the sergeant's name, I don't remember how he fits into the story." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | (first taking the strange metal flute) Floyd | (slipping the family album into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. The sound lingers in the air for a moment, Floyd | then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay, curiosity satisfied." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x first hole" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two Floyd | Floyd | > X FIRST HOLE Floyd | Floyd | It's a small round hole; you cover it with your finger in order to Floyd | change the flute's pitch. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I'm spent now, fully." | |
| DavidW says, "okay." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Shall I type 'quit' on the game now?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day two
Floyd |
Floyd | > QUIT
Floyd |
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit?
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit?
Floyd | > YES
Floyd | debugcheapnitfol quit with exit status: 0
| ||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | DavidW says, "Thanks for the game." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Sorry for not finding solutions." | ||
| *** Session 4 *** | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask anchor" | ||
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Floyd ] The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind
Floyd ] is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind
Floyd ] of fear is fear of the unknown.
Floyd ]
Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft
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Floyd | [Press 'R' to restore; any other key to begin]
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| Roger arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ]
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Floyd | November, 1997.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to
Floyd | spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that
Floyd | blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the
Floyd | little coastal town of Anchorhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | Squinting up into the glowering storm, you wonder how everything
Floyd | managed to happen so fast. The strange phone call over a month ago,
Floyd | from a lawyer claiming to represent the estate of some distant branch
Floyd | of Michael's family, was bewildering enough in itself... but then the
Floyd | sudden whirlwind of planning and decisions, legal details and travel
Floyd | arrangements, the packing up and shipping away of your entire home,
Floyd | your entire life...
Floyd |
Floyd | Now suddenly here you are, after driving for the past two days
Floyd | straight, over a thousand miles away from the familiar warmth of
Floyd | Texas, getting ready to move into the ancestral mansion of a clan of
Floyd | relatives so far removed that not even Michael has ever heard of them.
Floyd | And you've only been married since June and none of this was any of
Floyd | your idea in the first place, and already it's starting to rain.
Floyd |
Floyd | These days, you often find yourself feeling confused and uprooted.
Floyd |
Floyd | You shake yourself and force the melancholy thoughts from your head,
Floyd | trying to focus on the errand at hand. You're to meet with the real
Floyd | estate agent and pick up the keys to your new house while Michael runs
Floyd | across town to take care of some paperwork at the university. He'll be
Floyd | back to pick you up in a few minutes, and then the two of you can
Floyd | begin the long, precarious process of settling in.
Floyd |
Floyd | A sullen belch emanates from the clouds, and the rain starts coming
Floyd | down harder -- fat, cold drops smacking loudly against the
Floyd | cobblestones. Shouldn't it be snowing in New England at this time of
Floyd | year? With a sigh, you open your umbrella.
Floyd |
Floyd | Welcome to Anchorhead...
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| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE FIRST DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern Floyd ] sea was upon me. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "anchor3" | ||
Floyd | %% Critical error.
Floyd | %% Message: stream_open_file: unable to open file.
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one
Floyd | Restore failed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW asks, "hm. Actually, I don't think I updated the notes from last time. We got the puzzle box open and started day three?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Huh." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Failed." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "One sec." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Yeah, we're on day 3. We also found a few new books, or was that earlier?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Aha" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | DavidW says, "I think we did that last session, yes." | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "anchorday3" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "We gave away our protective amulet too." | |
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "So close!" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, that's what I recall from last session." | ||
| DavidW says, "Right. We got points for giving the amulet away, so hopefully that was the correct thing to do." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "And the protagonist expressed a desire to spy on her husband." | ||
| DavidW says, "The old man gave us the key to the sewers, but we didn't find much helpful down there." | ||
| DavidW says, "Oh right! We figured the hidden corridor peep holes was up next." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Perfect for... spying on our husband, I guess." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "It's weird. My memory of this game is so wrong." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought Michael disappeared entirely." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yet the crazy man is still sleeping with us." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So.... where do we want to start?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I think we should head to the hidden corridors" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Part of me wants to explore the city to see if we can find our amulet back, but yeah, hidden corridors." | ||
| DavidW says, "If the bum is dead or dead drunk, we can get our amulet back that way, I suppose." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, and part of me feels like we have to explore the city completely every day because new things happen." | ||
| DavidW says, "Yes." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "(I'm not expecting that we can get it back, but I don't have much faith the good doctor is still alive even with the amulet)" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "yEAH" | ||
| DavidW asks, "So, should I navigate to a peephole?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a newspaper, a strange metal Floyd | flute, a silver locket and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a gold locket, a flashlight, a Floyd | keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper key, an old-fashioned Floyd | brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to Floyd | the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's faculty card, a bundle of Floyd | soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open), inside which is a strange Floyd | black disk, a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip of Floyd | paper, a family album, a book of matches with six matches left, a torn Floyd | journal, a typewritten notice, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "The laptop ran overnight?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Probably" | ||
| DavidW says, "I guess so." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly Michael walks into the bedroom. He moves slowly, looking Floyd | around and lightly touching things, as if visiting old memories. He Floyd | walks over to the crib and spends some minutes staring down into its Floyd | empty blankets, after which he sighs. Then he turns and adjusts the Floyd | coverlet on the child's bed. Floyd | Floyd | He walks over to the vanity and picks up the jewelry box. Carefully, Floyd | he opens it and, finding it empty, sets it down again with a soft Floyd | curse. He looks around the room suspiciously, as if expecting to find Floyd | the culprit hiding in a corner somewhere. For a moment Michael simply Floyd | stands there aimlessly, compulsively rubbing his forehead; then he Floyd | stalks out of the room and is gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to KO), "It must be plugged in" | |
| Jacqueline says, "THERE'S MICHAEL" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "But we don't have power in the house, do we?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, um." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "MAGIC" | ||
| DavidW says, "Magic batteries." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, looks like he always returns to his blood, folks." | ||
| DavidW says, "So, Michael was looking for the silver locket." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I would like an annulment." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Is it too late to murder the Verlac family?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | At that moment, Michael wanders into the sitting room, muttering Floyd | something incoherent. He looks around blankly, lost, as if he had come Floyd | into the room in order to do something only in the next instant to Floyd | forget what it was. Then his eyes fall on you, and he smiles. Floyd | Floyd | You nearly jerk away from the spyhole, heart pounding wildly, when it Floyd | suddenly occurs to you that he's not looking at you at all; he's Floyd | looking at the portrait through which you are peering. Floyd | Floyd | Michael regards the portrait with a strange air of familiarity. He Floyd | gazes into its eyes (and also, unbeknownst to him, your own eyes) the Floyd | way one might appraise an old friend one hasn't seen for some time. Floyd | His expression is deferential, admiring, and... something else; you Floyd | can't quite put your finger on at first, but as your husband continues Floyd | to gaze rhapsodically at the terrible portrait, a sickening Floyd | realization strikes you. Floyd | Floyd | The expression is vanity. Ugly, self-absorbed vanity. Your husband is Floyd | staring at this portrait the way he might preen himself in a mirror. Floyd | Floyd | Michael brushes his fingers back through his hair and walks out of the Floyd | room, chuckling softly to himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "annulment based on affection of alienation" | |
| DavidW says, "okay, now for the wine cellar ... hoping Michael brought a lightsource with him." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Just as you are about to move away from the spyhole, you hear Floyd | footsteps on a stone floor. A light shines in through a doorway, and a Floyd | moment later Michael skulks into the room, which you now realize is Floyd | the wine cellar, seen from down low in a corner, near the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Halfway across the room he stops, darts a suspicious glance over his Floyd | shoulder, and shines his light into every corner, as though searching Floyd | for potential spies. At one point he looks straight at you, and you Floyd | nearly recoil, alarmed at the sight of his crazed, red-rimmed eyes. He Floyd | does not spot you, however, and in a moment he moves on. Floyd | Floyd | He walks over to the rack at the north end of the room, and does Floyd | something with the bottles -- you can't quite see, because his back is Floyd | toward you. Then there is a click and a heavy grinding sound, and the Floyd | entire northern wall swings back, revealing a hidden passage! Floyd | Floyd | The room is filled for a moment with a wild, wretched keening, like a Floyd | cold wind blowing through an empty chasm. With one last, wary look Floyd | behind him, Michael steps through the portal. The light disappears, Floyd | the wall swings back with another grinding sound, and then all is Floyd | quiet. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "well. Secret passage existence confirmed." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "He's not Verlac enough to see in the dark, but Verlac enough to see and look red." | ||
| DavidW says, "Secret to opening the secret passage: denied." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yep" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But maybe we can experiment now." | ||
| Roger says, "It'll be that one not-dusty bottle" | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. okay. I'll take us there." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Observatory Floyd | You are in a small, enclosed cupola situated, by the look of the view Floyd | through the dingy skylight over your head, on top of the roof of the Floyd | house. The walls are covered with astrological and astronomical charts Floyd | with equations and diagrams scribbled across them in crabbed, stilted Floyd | handwriting. The only exit seems to be an oddly-angled corridor to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Dominating the center of the room is a large mounted telescope, Floyd | pointed almost straight up through the skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This game has a way of not letting you find things before it wants you to find things." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Wait." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Wait?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We got sick" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Today is comet day, isn't it?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Yes." | ||
| DavidW says, "I doubt the comet is this morning, though." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Maybe that disk works today?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline) DavidW says, "Comets only come at night." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "It's always night somewhere." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Like *in space*" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But I guess let's cellar first." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Should I re-nav to the observatory or continue to wine cellar?" | ||
| DavidW says, "okay" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The front door is a huge, paneled slab of black oak. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | That's already closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Row after row of smooth, dust-covered glass. The wine inside is dark Floyd | and murky, reminding you, somewhat irrationally, of blood. Floyd | Floyd | There are five bottles in the third row from the bottom that have been Floyd | handled recently; the fingermarks are clearly outlined on their dusty Floyd | labels. One label is partially torn and the other is all but faded Floyd | completely, but at a quick glance you count a Pinot Noir, a Cabernet Floyd | Sauvignon, and a Cheval Blanc. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline leans forward. | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x first bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FIRST BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the first flute Floyd | hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x torn bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TORN BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | The label on this bottle is partially torn away. There is a raised Floyd | letter "E" stamped into the bottom of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x faded bottle" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FADED BOTTLE Floyd | Floyd | This bottle is so old that the label has almost faded beyond Floyd | legibility, although from what you can make out it is probably a fine Floyd | Merlot. A raised letter "C" has been stamped into the bottom of the Floyd | bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Well then." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pinor noir" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PINOR NOIR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pinot noir" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PINOT NOIR Floyd | Floyd | A robust Pinot Noir, vintage 1651; obviously one of those collector's Floyd | items that just keeps getting more and more valuable as long as you Floyd | don't open it. A raised letter "W" has been stamped into the bottom of Floyd | the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "C W H E M" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Should be the combination." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cabernet" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CABERNET Floyd | Floyd | A vintage Cabernet Sauvignon from 1734. A raised letter "H" has been Floyd | stamped into the bottom of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cheval" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CHEVAL Floyd | Floyd | A light Cheval Blanc, 1886. There is a raised letter "M" stamped into Floyd | the bottom of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "those M and W could be switched or the same or whatever, I guess" | |
| DavidW asks, "I guess, do we push, pull, or turn these bottles?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull faded" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL FADED Floyd | Floyd | The bottle won't budge from the rack. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "And of course the years of the bottles is the birth year of the Verlac in question." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push faded" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH FADED Floyd | Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn faded" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN FADED Floyd | Floyd | The bottle with the faded label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Thar we go" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn pinot" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN PINOT Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of robust Pinot Noir rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn cabernet" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CABERNET Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of vintage Cabernet Sauvignon rotates a quarter-turn Floyd | clockwise, then snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn torn" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN TORN Floyd | Floyd | (the bottle with the torn label) Floyd | The bottle with the torn label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push save" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH SAVE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn cheval" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CHEVAL Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of light Cheval Blanc rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, Floyd | then snaps back with a loud "click". A rumbling grating sound suddenly Floyd | fills the wine cellar, and the racks and a portion of the stone wall Floyd | behind them swing back, revealing a dark passageway to the north from Floyd | which blows a hot, foul wind. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf16" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Shall we?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Just in case." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes please" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You take a few cautious steps into the corridor, when the wall Floyd | suddenly slams shut behind you with a reverberating boom. You are Floyd | trapped! Floyd | Floyd | Windy Passage Floyd | The walls of this passageway are carved from solid rock with unearthly Floyd | precision; ten feet wide, ten feet high, perfectly smooth and Floyd | perfectly square. The passage runs north, sloping downward into the Floyd | depths of the hillside. A foul wind gusts intermittently from the Floyd | darkness below. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | |
| DavidW says, "TRAPPED" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Good thing you saved." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL Floyd | Floyd | The air reeks of the infernal depths. Floyd | Floyd | Another blast of hot, foul-smelling air comes shrieking out of the Floyd | pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Seemed like the like outcome." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | The passageway ends here at a fathomless pit, a puckered circular hole Floyd | in the rock from which the foul wind seems to emanate, howling up from Floyd | the depths like a reeking banshee. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "*likely" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pit" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PIT Floyd | Floyd | The pit nearly spans the corridor from wall to wall and is at least Floyd | twenty feet across, much to far to jump. The wind which occasionally Floyd | gusts up from the bottomless reaches smells of decaying things, and Floyd | moans like a living thing as it races past you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in pit" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN PIT Floyd | Floyd | The bottom is lost to darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "down?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I doubt we can, but we can try." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Or search the south wall in the previous room?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Into the pit? Not bloody likely. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Or the bridge, if we dare." | |
| DavidW asks, "bridge?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "In the city?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Here." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "I think he was saying that in jest?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bridge" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BRIDGE Floyd | Floyd | The ropes are frayed and tangled; the planks are rotten and, in Floyd | places, missing entirely, leaving dark, howling gaps. A very dubious Floyd | structure, all in all, but there's no other way to cross. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bridge" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BRIDGE Floyd | Floyd | The ropes are frayed and tangled; the planks are rotten and, in Floyd | places, missing entirely, leaving dark, howling gaps. A very dubious Floyd | structure, all in all, but there's no other way to cross. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "OH" | |
| DavidW says, "I didn't see any bridge in the description." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah. It was there." | ||
| Knight_Otu Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, I thought that was another wind message." | ||
| Knight_Otu Floyd | in the wind. | ||
| DavidW says, "I didn't read it properly." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you edge out onto the swaying planks. The ropes creak Floyd | ominously as you cross. A couple of the tattered lines snap just as Floyd | you reach the halfway mark, and the bridge lists sharply to the left. Floyd | A few more steps, however, and you are safely on the other side. Floyd | Floyd | Other Side Floyd | The passageway turns east here, the stone floor dropping down in a Floyd | series of wide steps carved into the living rock. The stairs continue Floyd | down to the northeast, eventually curving out of sight. The only other Floyd | way on from here is a narrow, oddly-angled corridor in the northwest Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally | Knight_Otu says, "Let's check the south wall first." | |
Floyd | in the wind.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "Or not." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I'm slow today." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Windy Passage Floyd | The walls of this passageway are carved from solid rock with unearthly Floyd | precision; ten feet wide, ten feet high, perfectly smooth and Floyd | perfectly square. The passage runs north, sloping downward into the Floyd | depths of the hillside. A foul wind gusts intermittently from the Floyd | darkness below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x south wall" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SOUTH WALL Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x south" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SOUTH Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | There is only a blank stone wall now. The only way onward is north, Floyd | further into the depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WALL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Well, seems it's a one-way door." | |
| DavidW says, "I imagine the bridge can only be crossed X times." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "That seems likely." | ||
| DavidW says, "We may end up having to restore back to cf16 regardless." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | The passageway ends here at a fathomless pit, a puckered circular hole Floyd | in the rock from which the foul wind seems to emanate, howling up from Floyd | the depths like a reeking banshee. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you edge out onto the swaying planks. A blast of wind roars Floyd | up from beneath you, shaking the thin strand like a pennant in a stiff Floyd | breeze, and you cling grimly to the ropes. A few more steps, however, Floyd | and you are safely on the other side. Floyd | Floyd | Other Side Floyd | The passageway turns east here, the stone floor dropping down in a Floyd | series of wide steps carved into the living rock. The stairs continue Floyd | down to the northeast, eventually curving out of sight. The only other Floyd | way on from here is a narrow, oddly-angled corridor in the northwest Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not sure if east is an exit or not." | |
| DavidW says, "That 'oddly-angled corridor' probably returns us to the crawlspace yet again." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "likely" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm, possible." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, maybe" | ||
| DavidW says, "I suggest NE." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Great Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Great Stairs Floyd | The vast, stone staircase plunges down into the earth. The seemingly Floyd | interminable steps curve in a gentle sweep from the southwest, above Floyd | you, dropping toward black, unplumbed depths to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "And us without any pennies for the ferryman." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Stairs Floyd | The stairs end here at a huge, greenish-gold door set into the north Floyd | wall. There is nothing else here; nowhere to go but onward or back. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "eep" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The door is enormous, nearly fifteen feet on a side, and made entirely Floyd | of some smooth, greenish-gold metal that reflects your light with an Floyd | oily, wavery sheen. There is no handle, no keyhole or latch of any Floyd | kind. There seems to be no physical way of opening the door at all -- Floyd | just the smooth rectangle of metal, adorned with a single symbol Floyd | etched into its center. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Darnit, we have no greenish gold key yet." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x symbol" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SYMBOL Floyd | Floyd | The emblem in the center of the door is that of a stylized open eye, Floyd | surrounded by wavy, radiating lines which resemble nothing less than a Floyd | crown of sinuous tentacles. You shudder, unable to suppress the Floyd | feeling that you have seen that eye somewhere before. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch symbol" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH SYMBOL Floyd | Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "Please don't poke Elder God in remaining eye" | |
| Jacqueline says, "hee" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh. This is that business the book in the library was about, isn't it. We need to say the name of the god that this symbol represents." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Huh. Maybe." | ||
| DavidW says, "And to learn that name, we have to look at the comet, I think we also learned." | ||
| Roger says, "Couldn't hurt" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Great Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You start back up the wide steps... Floyd | Floyd | Great Stairs Floyd | The vast, stone staircase plunges down into the earth. The seemingly Floyd | interminable steps curve in a gentle sweep from the southwest, above Floyd | you, dropping toward black, unplumbed depths to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Other Side Floyd | The passageway turns east here, the stone floor dropping down in a Floyd | series of wide steps carved into the living rock. The stairs continue Floyd | down to the northeast, eventually curving out of sight. The only other Floyd | way on from here is a narrow, oddly-angled corridor in the northwest Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think we go NW now." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Not an exit. Good to know." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read volume" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ VOLUME Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the bookshelves or The Compleat Manual of Floyd | Wardes and Seales? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wardes" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > WARDES Floyd | Floyd | Essentially, it's a textbook on the theory and practice of magickal Floyd | wards and seals, mystic symbols inscribed on doors and containers in Floyd | order to keep people and spirits out -- or in. It's all very Floyd | deliberately vague and arcane (in addition to being written in Floyd | medieval French and translated into Middle English, making it nearly Floyd | impossible to understand), the kind of thing that likely got many a Floyd | scholar burned at the stake in those days. Floyd | Floyd | You are surprised to find that a page in this old and probably quite Floyd | valuable book has been folded down, as though to mark the place. The Floyd | section marked discusses various methods of opening doors that have Floyd | been sealed with the image of a pagan god. Speaking aloud the deity's Floyd | true name will usually do the trick, apparently. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess, peek at the comet now, which appear in daytimes because they are not vampires." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "We can try at least." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x laptop" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LAPTOP Floyd | Floyd | A top-of-the-line model: it's sleek, lightweight and very fast, a real Floyd | status symbol for the writer who wants to look as though he might stop Floyd | whatever he's doing at the drop of a hat and suddenly hack out a Floyd | bestseller. While you have yet to witness Michael do this, he really Floyd | had been wanting one since before the two of you even met; so, to Floyd | celebrate his new teaching position, you splurged and bought him one. Floyd | Floyd | The laptop is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | Michael has evidently been writing something, but it's not a story; it Floyd | looks more like some kind of journal entry. Floyd | Floyd | I cannot sleep. Floyd | Floyd | Or perhaps I should say: I must not sleep, since I Floyd | am perfectly capable of sleep -- in fact, lately sleep has come to me Floyd | more easily, more quickly, and more insidiously than it ever has Floyd | before. But I don't want to sleep. Floyd | Floyd | I have been hoping that the terrible dreams would prove to be Floyd | stress-related, that they would fade once the move was behind us and Floyd | we had finally settled in -- but that has not turned out to be the Floyd | case. They're stronger than ever. Red-rimmed eyes pursuing me through Floyd | strange corridors, and the voice -- the whisperer who tells me I am Floyd | not who I am. The whisperer tells me secrets of this house, secrets of Floyd | those who lived here -- they are my blood, and he tells me he always Floyd | returns to his blood. He tells me of secret keys and combinations; I Floyd | don't know what they open yet but I have an idea -- Floyd | Floyd | Tomorrow I must go down to the cellar. I must see if the things Floyd | revealed to me in that terrible book are true. Floyd | Floyd | I know she is worried about me. I want to tell her, but -- Floyd | Floyd | The entry ends there, unfinished. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Observatory Floyd | You are in a small, enclosed cupola situated, by the look of the view Floyd | through the dingy skylight over your head, on top of the roof of the Floyd | house. The walls are covered with astrological and astronomical charts Floyd | with equations and diagrams scribbled across them in crabbed, stilted Floyd | handwriting. The only exit seems to be an oddly-angled corridor to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Dominating the center of the room is a large mounted telescope, Floyd | pointed almost straight up through the skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in telescope" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN TELESCOPE Floyd | Floyd | The swirling hole in the sky fills the telescope's field of view, Floyd | turning silently as you watch. The upper depths of the maelstrom are Floyd | too dark to see, though occasionally you make out sparks of green Floyd | energy as they arc across the gap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put lens in telescope" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT LENS IN TELESCOPE Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the strange black disk) Floyd | (slipping the silver locket into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | The strange black disk drops neatly into the slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in telescope" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN TELESCOPE Floyd | Floyd | For a few moments all you can see is a murky, swirling blackness; then Floyd | patterns of colors begin to emerge, like the rainbow sheen of oil on Floyd | water. The black disk grows translucent, stars become visible through Floyd | the swirling haze, and then... Floyd | Floyd | Dear Christ. Floyd | Floyd | Dear Christ, you can see it. Floyd | Floyd | The comet, roaring silently through the endless void, streaking toward Floyd | Earth, and it's alive, this thing that is coming is ALIVE, tendrils Floyd | that must be hundreds, thousands of miles long streaming before it, Floyd | reaching out to grasp and strangle and devour whole worlds, and it is Floyd | coming here, it is coming to Earth, and its great, lidless, red-rimmed Floyd | eye rolls over in a vast lake of vitreous fluid, and it Floyd | Floyd | looks Floyd | Floyd | at Floyd | Floyd | you Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ...you wake up some time later, shaking your head. You're not Floyd | sure what, exactly, you just witnessed; whether it was a genuine Floyd | astronomical phenomenon, or a hallucination, or the actual form of Floyd | some Dark God from the Outer Reaches, come to devour the world. You're Floyd | not even entirely sure you remember what it looked like. The only Floyd | thing you can clearly recall is a single name, pulsing in your brain Floyd | like a bruise: Floyd | Floyd | "Ialdabaoloth". Floyd | Floyd | And that's all. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by five points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Gesundheit." | |
| DavidW asks, "Darn we risk the pit bridge again to use this name? Or y'think we've already used up our one free bridge crossing?" | ||
| DavidW says, "er Dare" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Dare" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We can always restore if not." | ||
| DavidW says, "ok." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I left the disk in the telescope. Figure that's okay?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic | Knight_Otu says, "It's probably the only use of the disk anyway." | |
Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find
Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across
Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in
Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space
Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands
Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting
Floyd | eaves.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "(At least I hope so.)" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to KO), "I suspect it's the only use, yes." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn faded" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN FADED Floyd | Floyd | The bottle with the faded label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn pinot" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN PINOT Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of robust Pinot Noir rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn cabernet" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CABERNET Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of vintage Cabernet Sauvignon rotates a quarter-turn Floyd | clockwise, then snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn torn" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN TORN Floyd | Floyd | (the bottle with the torn label) Floyd | The bottle with the torn label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn cheval" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CHEVAL Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of light Cheval Blanc rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, Floyd | then snaps back with a loud "click". A rumbling grating sound suddenly Floyd | fills the wine cellar, and the racks and a portion of the stone wall Floyd | behind them swing back, revealing a dark passageway to the north from Floyd | which blows a hot, foul wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You take a few cautious steps into the corridor, when the wall Floyd | suddenly slams shut behind you with a reverberating boom. You are Floyd | trapped! Floyd | Floyd | Windy Passage Floyd | The walls of this passageway are carved from solid rock with unearthly Floyd | precision; ten feet wide, ten feet high, perfectly smooth and Floyd | perfectly square. The passage runs north, sloping downward into the Floyd | depths of the hillside. A foul wind gusts intermittently from the Floyd | darkness below. Floyd | Floyd | Another blast of hot, foul-smelling air comes shrieking out of the Floyd | pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | The passageway ends here at a fathomless pit, a puckered circular hole Floyd | in the rock from which the foul wind seems to emanate, howling up from Floyd | the depths like a reeking banshee. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you edge out onto the swaying planks. The ropes creak Floyd | ominously as you cross. A couple of the tattered lines snap just as Floyd | you reach the halfway mark, and the bridge lists sharply to the left. Floyd | A few more steps, however, and you are safely on the other side. Floyd | Floyd | Other Side Floyd | The passageway turns east here, the stone floor dropping down in a Floyd | series of wide steps carved into the living rock. The stairs continue Floyd | down to the northeast, eventually curving out of sight. The only other Floyd | way on from here is a narrow, oddly-angled corridor in the northwest Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | Another blast of hot, foul-smelling air comes shrieking out of the Floyd | pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Great Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Great Stairs Floyd | The vast, stone staircase plunges down into the earth. The seemingly Floyd | interminable steps curve in a gentle sweep from the southwest, above Floyd | you, dropping toward black, unplumbed depths to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Stairs Floyd | The stairs end here at a huge, greenish-gold door set into the north Floyd | wall. There is nothing else here; nowhere to go but onward or back. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It's the same description again..." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ialdabaoloth" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > IALDABAOLOTH Floyd | Floyd | The metallic door suddenly rings out as if struck; it vibrates in Floyd | aching harmony with the blasphemous name -- a shrill, grating sound Floyd | like a dentist's drill. The air grows thick and terrible shapes waver Floyd | and melt in the air before you -- shapes that twitch and move with Floyd | hungry purpose, and seem to look at you -- and then the ringing fades Floyd | away. There is a moment of stillness, and then the gleaming door Floyd | swings smoothly open on perfectly balanced and utterly silent hinges. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "For the bridge crossing." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The doorway opens out into a large, dome-ceilinged cavern. You stand Floyd | at the threshold for a moment, peering into the strange, Floyd | phosphorescent gloom, before your eyes can make out enough details to Floyd | see what this place is; even then, it is almost a full minute before Floyd | your mind can accept what you are seeing... Floyd | Floyd | Burial Mound Floyd | The cave is lined, floor to ceiling, with mummified human corpses. Floyd | Shrunken and desiccated, they lie in jumbled heaps inside irregularly Floyd | carved niches. Carvings cover the rock walls in between the niches -- Floyd | grotesque, leering faces too horrible even to look upon, their Floyd | features twitching and smirking in the wavering light that sifts down Floyd | from above. Floyd | Floyd | And dominating the center of the chamber: a dark monolith rising up Floyd | through the green, murky light -- what you first took to be a large, Floyd | supporting pillar, you now realize can only be the true base of the Floyd | town square obelisk. Floyd | Floyd | At the narrower, northern end of the vaguely egg-shaped cavern sits a Floyd | massive stone altar, flanked on either side by a pair of strange, Floyd | vibrating columns. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "WHOA" | |
| DavidW says, "We know we need to play the flute at those columns, but we don't know which tune yet." | ||
| Roger says, "Smurfs theme" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x corpses" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CORPSES Floyd | Floyd | These bodies are very, very old; even the shapes of the skulls call to Floyd | mind a more primitive and degenerate sort of folk than even the Floyd | denizens of this town. This must be the inside of an ancient burial Floyd | mound, although what sort of Indian tribe could have erected such a Floyd | huge and monstrous obelisk, you can't imagine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x carvings" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CARVINGS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the first pictogram, the second pictogram, the Floyd | third pictogram or the fourth pictogram? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x first pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FIRST PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | A circle of stick-men, dancing or worshipping around a shape like an Floyd | upturned bowl -- perhaps a hill, or perhaps this very mound you're Floyd | standing in was once above ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x second pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SECOND PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | A fiery star-burst, decorated with trailing lines (perhaps indicating Floyd | a comet or shooting star?) descends from the sky, and rains fire and Floyd | death upon the people of the mound. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks (of Roger), "The smurfs had a theme?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "We saw that in painting form before I think." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I think so." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x third pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X THIRD PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | The stick men are again pictured in a circle around the mound. One Floyd | figure stands on top of the mound, raising a dagger over a second Floyd | stick man bent backwards over some kind of altar. The mound is Floyd | decorated with wavy lines radiating from the altar at the top down to Floyd | the bottom -- perhaps indicating streams of blood? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fourth pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FOURTH PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | The mound is now deserted, and the stick men seem to be constructing a Floyd | tower of stones for some unclear purpose. The comet-symbol has Floyd | returned, although there is an added eye-motif; the comet appears to Floyd | be looking down on the tower with approval. Wavy lines radiate from Floyd | the eye in all directions, several of them converging to join at the Floyd | tower's tip. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "so the comet god hearts town square obelisk." | |
| Jacqueline says, "It's how it will find its way home." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We probably shouldn't break it then." | ||
| DavidW says, "Or where to leave the milk and cookies." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Its tentacles want to hugggggg it" | ||
| DavidW says, "If it loves the obelisk so much, maybe it should marry it." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x monolith" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MONOLITH Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tower" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TOWER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "I think it would only marry it if it were its cousin or child or something." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | It is simply enormous. Nearly ten feet to a side at its base, the Floyd | massive structure rises straight up through the ceiling, its tip Floyd | penetrating the surface after what must be twenty or thirty feet of Floyd | intervening rock. The hieroglyphs on this portion of the obelisk, Floyd | untouched by eroding weather, are much clearer and deeper than the Floyd | ones above. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That's assuming comet-god society has the concept of marriage." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hieroglyphs" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HIEROGLYPHS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the first pictogram, the second pictogram, the Floyd | third pictogram or the fourth pictogram? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x altar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ALTAR Floyd | Floyd | A single block of jet-black, featureless stone, approximately the size Floyd | of a queen-sized bed. It is flanked by a pair of metal pillars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pillars" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PILLARS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pillar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PILLAR Floyd | Floyd | It is simply enormous. Nearly ten feet to a side at its base, the Floyd | massive structure rises straight up through the ceiling, its tip Floyd | penetrating the surface after what must be twenty or thirty feet of Floyd | intervening rock. The hieroglyphs on this portion of the obelisk, Floyd | untouched by eroding weather, are much clearer and deeper than the Floyd | ones above. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x metal" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X METAL Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | It appears to be some kind of wind instrument, fashioned out of Floyd | ornately carved, greenish metal. Seven holes of varying sizes are Floyd | drilled along the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x metal pillar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X METAL PILLAR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Schrödinger's metal pillars." | |
| DavidW says, "hm. Can't refer to the metal pillars." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get on altar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound, on the altar day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET ON ALTAR Floyd | Floyd | You clamber onto the great stone block. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x altar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound, on the altar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ALTAR Floyd | Floyd | A single block of jet-black, featureless stone, approximately the size Floyd | of a queen-sized bed. It is flanked by a pair of metal pillars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound, on the altar day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. Floyd | Floyd | The columns' vibrations seem to grow momentarily stronger while the Floyd | flute's sound lingers, their dissonant ringing resonating strangely Floyd | with the warbling, metallic notes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound, on the altar day three Floyd | Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to get off the altar first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x columns" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound, on the altar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X COLUMNS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the left-hand column or the right-hand column? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get off altar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET OFF ALTAR Floyd | Floyd | You get off the altar. Floyd | Floyd | Burial Mound Floyd | The cave is lined, floor to ceiling, with mummified human corpses. Floyd | Shrunken and desiccated, they lie in jumbled heaps inside irregularly Floyd | carved niches. Carvings cover the rock walls in between the niches -- Floyd | grotesque, leering faces too horrible even to look upon, their Floyd | features twitching and smirking in the wavering light that sifts down Floyd | from above. Floyd | Floyd | The obelisk base stands before you, vast and shadowy in the green, Floyd | murky light. Floyd | Floyd | At the narrower, northern end of the vaguely egg-shaped cavern sits a Floyd | massive stone altar, flanked on either side by a pair of strange, Floyd | vibrating columns. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "aha" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Synonym troubles." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x left-hand column" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LEFT-HAND COLUMN
Floyd |
Floyd | The column is approximately seven feet high and cylindrical, made of
Floyd | some oily, greenish metal. It is vibrating very slightly, almost
Floyd | imperceptibly; only a thin shimmering around its edges and the faint
Floyd | ringing noise betray any motion at all.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x right-hand column" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X RIGHT-HAND COLUMN
Floyd |
Floyd | The column is approximately seven feet high and cylindrical, made of
Floyd | some oily, greenish metal. It is vibrating very slightly, almost
Floyd | imperceptibly; only a thin shimmering around its edges and the faint
Floyd | ringing noise betray any motion at all.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | The sides are much too steep to climb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search altar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH ALTAR Floyd | Floyd | There is nothing on the altar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover hole one" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER HOLE ONE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER HOLE Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the first flute hole, the second flute hole, the Floyd | third flute hole, the fourth flute hole, the fifth flute hole, the Floyd | sixth flute hole or the seventh flute hole? Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "first, I think" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "first" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > FIRST Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the first flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an eerie, almost sub-sonic note. Floyd | Floyd | The columns' vibrations seem to grow momentarily stronger while the Floyd | flute's sound lingers, their dissonant ringing resonating strangely Floyd | with the warbling, metallic notes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "uncover first hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNCOVER FIRST HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You lift your finger from the first flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover second hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER SECOND HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the second flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an eerie, deep note. Floyd | Floyd | The columns' vibrations seem to grow momentarily stronger while the Floyd | flute's sound lingers, their dissonant ringing resonating strangely Floyd | with the warbling, metallic notes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "uncover second hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNCOVER SECOND HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You lift your finger from the second flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover third hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER THIRD HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the third flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an eerie, low-pitched note. Floyd | Floyd | The right-hand column's vibrations suddenly grow stronger, resonating Floyd | in harmony with the warbling, metallic note of the flute. The two Floyd | dissonances seem to intertwine, reinforcing each other, and for a Floyd | single instant you think you see a strange rippling effect in the air Floyd | over the altar. Then it is gone, and the sound fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I have zero memory of this bit." | |
| Jacqueline <-- could hide her own Easter eggs. | ||
| DavidW says, "uncover third hole" | ||
| DavidW says, "I have no idea which flute holes to use for this puzzle yet." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Well, we did get one reaction at least." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "yeah" | ||
| DavidW says, "The columns' response suggests (so far) that perhaps four notes are wanted in total." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, hm. Have we gone beyond where we should have, then?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x right-hand" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X RIGHT-HAND
Floyd |
Floyd | The column is approximately seven feet high and cylindrical, made of
Floyd | some oily, greenish metal. It is vibrating very slightly, almost
Floyd | imperceptibly; only a thin shimmering around its edges and the faint
Floyd | ringing noise betray any motion at all.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "We could try exploring the city a bit again I guess." | |
| DavidW says, "yeah. Exploring the city seems like the thing to do now." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Go back to the save?" | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. I'm not sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search corpses" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH CORPSES Floyd | Floyd | When you touch them you get an unpleasant feeling, a crawling Floyd | sensation of filth and infection. You back away, wiping your hands Floyd | down the front of your clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "You think the rope bridge is just yanking our chain?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "If the bridge can collapse, that might be safer, but I'm not sure anymore that it can." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We did get the same text for both crossings." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "True" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay. No restore." | ||
| DavidW says, "I think either the rope bridge will collapse after X uses, or it will break for plot reasons." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Probably the latter." | ||
| DavidW says, "I can't tell which it is yet." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Though this game is not necessarily forgiving" | ||
| DavidW asks, "anyway, on to the city?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Considering the sun moves for plot reasons, it might be the case for the bridge." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure, city." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Stairs Floyd | The stairs end here at a huge, greenish-gold door set into the north Floyd | wall. There is nothing else here; nowhere to go but onward or back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Great Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You start back up the wide steps... Floyd | Floyd | Great Stairs Floyd | The vast, stone staircase plunges down into the earth. The seemingly Floyd | interminable steps curve in a gentle sweep from the southwest, above Floyd | you, dropping toward black, unplumbed depths to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Other Side Floyd | The passageway turns east here, the stone floor dropping down in a Floyd | series of wide steps carved into the living rock. The stairs continue Floyd | down to the northeast, eventually curving out of sight. The only other Floyd | way on from here is a narrow, oddly-angled corridor in the northwest Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | Another blast of hot, foul-smelling air comes shrieking out of the Floyd | pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You open the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | The hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you step outside. Floyd | Something is wrong. Something is very wrong with the air. A heavy, Floyd | charged sensation, like standing next to high-tension wires; a faint Floyd | odor of spoiled meat drifting on the wind; you can't put your finger Floyd | on it, but it might have something to do with that strange hole in the Floyd | sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the sky) Floyd | There is a spinning, churning hole in the clouds, directly over the Floyd | lighthouse; an inverted whirlpool sucking streamers of gray up into Floyd | itself. You'd think it was some sort of funnel cloud, except that it's Floyd | not moving anywhere. It's simply hanging, turning slowly in the sky. Floyd | The sight of that horrible, whirling hole makes you shudder, Floyd | involuntarily recalling that hideous entity that lurks behind those Floyd | clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This is well-written." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | You can just make out the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | There's something strangely familiar about the woods here... scenes Floyd | from last night's dream flicker through your memory, but you are Floyd | unable to recall the details. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trees" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TREES Floyd | Floyd | You scrutinize the edge of the road carefully, looking for whatever it Floyd | was you saw... Floyd | Floyd | There. On the west side. That stump, and the twisted sapling growing Floyd | next to it; you recognize them. And just beyond them... the path. It's Floyd | the path you took in your dream, a narrow rut running west through the Floyd | underbrush. You can hardly believe it, but there it is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x stump" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X STUMP Floyd | Floyd | It's the rotted stump of a tree that must have fallen long ago. It's Floyd | unremarkable, almost completely buried by the underbrush; the only Floyd | reason you even noticed it is because of your dream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sapling" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SAPLING Floyd | Floyd | A bent and stunted sapling, barely taller than you are, grows from the Floyd | mulchy ground around the rotting stump. It's a perfectly Floyd | ordinary-looking sapling, just like many others you've spotted growing Floyd | here in and there among the trees -- except that this one was in your Floyd | dream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Trampled Path day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Trampled Path Floyd | The tangled undergrowth has been beaten down in a path leading roughly Floyd | from the east to the southwest. Shrubs and grass have been flattened Floyd | and pushed aside, vines torn down, and small trees bent or even Floyd | snapped in half, as though something heavy with huge, flat feet had Floyd | simply trampled its way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Slaughterhouse Floyd | The decayed remains of an old slaughterhouse stand here, now little Floyd | more than a shell of crumbling brick and gaping holes, surrounded by a Floyd | clearing of yellow, sickly grass. A path leads northeast, back toward Floyd | the road; to the west, a gaping hole that might once have been a Floyd | doorway leads into the rotting building. Floyd | Floyd | The forest is unnaturally quiet here, you notice; there are no birds Floyd | calling, no leaves rustling or branches creaking; even the Floyd | whippoorwills have fallen silent. All is still, holding its collective Floyd | breath in an expectant hush. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That's one way to expand the available world." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x house" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HOUSE Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary-looking key. The word "house" is written on a tiny Floyd | piece of tape affixed to the key's tab. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x building" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BUILDING Floyd | Floyd | The ancient walls are barely even holding themselves together. The Floyd | only reason you can tell it used to be a slaughterhouse is the faded Floyd | paint on one wall: "Crompton Meat Processing". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | There's something odd about the ground here; some faint marking or Floyd | pattern. Floyd | Floyd | An old rusty meat hook sticks out of the ground nearby, its point Floyd | half-buried in the dirt. Floyd | Floyd | Over in the far corner, a tattered sheet of drawing paper lies Floyd | discarded on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "There's that meat hook we heard about." | |
| DavidW says, "yeah. Thanks, Plover." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hook" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HOOK Floyd | Floyd | The crossbar fits in your palm, leaving the hook part to stick out Floyd | between the third and fourth fingers. It's a heavy sucker, nearly Floyd | fifteen inches long from handle to point, made for hauling around Floyd | carcasses with a minimum of ceremony. You wouldn't like to think what Floyd | this could do to a living person. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hook" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE HOOK Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take paper" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PAPER Floyd | Floyd | (the tattered drawing) Floyd | (slipping the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | You pick up the tattered drawing. The drawing is of a pair of crudely Floyd | rendered figures, scrawled with dark, heavy lines that occasionally Floyd | punch right through the paper. The two figures are holding hands. The Floyd | one on the left is a smiling woman with long, straight hair; the one Floyd | on the right... Floyd | Floyd | Well, you don't know. Frankly, you'd rather not speculate. An octopus Floyd | on human legs, maybe, if you could believe any healthy child would Floyd | conceive of such a thing. Above the first figure is scribbled the word Floyd | "MOMY"; above the second, "WILAM (ME)". Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Uh oh." | |
| DavidW asks, "Mommy and child play date at the slaughterhouse?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Aw." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "That's just sweet." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ground" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GROUND Floyd | Floyd | The marks in the dirt are tracks of some kind, but not of any animal Floyd | you're familiar with, unless there's a lame elephant loose in the New Floyd | England woods. The prints are large -- quite a bit larger than your Floyd | outspread hand, and vaguely round. They criss-cross the ground in Floyd | every direction. Whatever made them obviously lives here, or at least Floyd | visits quite often. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "This is William Verlac's turf." | |
| DavidW says, "oh. You think William's alive. Here." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yes." | ||
| DavidW says, "We have the lockets. He ought to like those." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yep" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | You open the gold locket, revealing a woman's picture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Alquo goes home. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf17" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. A circle of rotting plywood covers the Floyd | opening. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x well" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WELL Floyd | Floyd | It's built of mortared stone, and comes about to the level of your Floyd | waist. The top of the well is covered by a circle of rotting plywood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | Nothing but a thick sheet of plywood cut into a rough circle, about a Floyd | yard across. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen to well" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN TO WELL Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen to plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN TO PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge of the plywood and, straining as Floyd | hard as you can, manage to slide the heavy cover off the top of the Floyd | well and onto the grass. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in well" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN WELL Floyd | Floyd | The well is very deep, although the rough stonework would probably Floyd | allow you to safely climb down. Its depths are too shadowy for you to Floyd | make out any details at the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It wouldn't be my first trip down a well in IF." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Well, well, well." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Carefully testing each foothold, you descend into the well. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BONES Floyd | Floyd | You can deduce only two things about the gruesome pile: there are more Floyd | bones here than could be produced by a single child, and some of the Floyd | bones are older than others. Whoever has been throwing them down here Floyd | has been doing it for a long time. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "And there are the missing children." | |
| DavidW asks, "William eats them?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BONES Floyd | Floyd | You notice a tuft of brown among the yellowed-ivory of the bones. Floyd | Moving aside a clattering pile of ribs, you discover a child's teddy Floyd | bear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bear" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE BEAR
Floyd |
Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a
Floyd | hand free)
Floyd | You pick up the teddy bear. It is old and threadbare, its fur worn
Floyd | through to the stuffing in some places. Stitched onto its behind is
Floyd | the name "Jeffrey".
Floyd |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, that's most likely what happens." | |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "bleh" | |
| DavidW says, "Jeffrey is the missing child in the newspaper." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | The front page story is about Jeffrey Greer, 8 years old, who was Floyd | abducted from his home at #11 Mill Town Road last night. Little Floyd | Jeffrey is the latest victim in a series of abductions that stretches Floyd | back for years, one every six months or so, and that authorities Floyd | believe is the work of a single perpetrator. Local police had hoped to Floyd | prove that Edward Verlac had been behind the kidnappings, but were Floyd | unable to obtain a confession or any hard proof. Edward Verlac was Floyd | convicted of murdering his wife and two daughters, one of whom was 15 Floyd | months old, in January of this year; he was found not guilty by reason Floyd | of insanity and incarcerated in Danvers Asylum, where he remained Floyd | until committing suicide last March. This latest kidnapping, occurring Floyd | after Edward's death, seems to have cleared up any lingering Floyd | suspicions that he might have been the culprit. Floyd | Floyd | Anyone possessing information regarding the whereabouts of Jeffrey Floyd | Greer is strongly urged to speak to the authorities as soon as Floyd | possible. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I assumed that once it became clear that William was still alive." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "He only eats every six months? Or he lives on squirrels in between?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Or hibernates." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Well, I'm sure the next step in this game is to report this well to the authorities!" | ||
| DavidW says, "Perhaps squirrels and bluebirds bring him berries and nuts at Christmas." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "One would hope." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "That the next step is alerting the authorities." | ||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "I didn't see the police station on the map." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to KO), "Well, I'm guessing it's actually not." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "It somehow never is." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Like, what DW just said. Also, even if there were police, I sense an end game where the world may explode." | ||
| DavidW says, "We could show the teddy bear to the bar patrons and find out of Jeffrey's father is there." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's turn the obelisk into a spaceship and flee." | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims (at DW), "And then maybe we'll be arrested!" | ||
| DavidW says, "I imagine we do something with this teddy bear. Besides cry, I mean." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cry" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hug bear" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > CRY Floyd | Floyd | Come now; you're not that frightened. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > HUG BEAR Floyd | Floyd | You give the bear a big hug. Somehow, it is a cold comfort. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline) Inspector says (to ClubFloyd), "And so, tell me all the steps to how you found this teddy bear. What? Yeah, right. Lock 'er up." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BONES Floyd | Floyd | Digging through the bones, you discover nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The only way out is up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You painstakingly climb out of the old well. Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | It took all your effort just to tip the cover off the well; you don't Floyd | think you could muster the strength to heave it back on again. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "PC needs to visit the gym." | |
| DavidW says, "I need a quick bathroom break." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||
| DavidW says, "back" | ||
| DavidW says, "I suggest using the hook on the church padlock next." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | Faint tracks mark the dirt here; large, rounded footprints tracking Floyd | back and forth across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x stonework" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > X STONEWORK Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You are about to step back through the eastern wall when a noise makes Floyd | you stop. In the woods outside, to the east -- something is there. Floyd | Something breathing. Something huge. Floyd | Floyd | A branch cracks sharply; and another. It's coming this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "uh-oh" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Hello, frend" | ||
| DavidW asks, "wait? say 'william'? wake gold locket?" | ||
| DavidW says, "er wave" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > WAVE GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | But you aren't holding that. Floyd | Floyd | The sound of tearing undergrowth grows louder. Whatever it is, it's Floyd | practically bulldozing its way through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the meat hook into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The ground trembles slightly with the thing's thunderous footsteps as Floyd | it tromps up the path. It's right outside the slaughterhouse! Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "The silver locket was mommy's, wasn't it? Mybe wear it?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "*maybe" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf18" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "silver has his picture, gold has hers." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "But mommy wore his picture, right?" | ||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||
| DavidW says, "Let's wait and find out if he kills us instantly or not." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You never even see it coming. The east wall bursts inward in an Floyd | eruption of bricks and mortar dust; squirming, ropy tentacles snake Floyd | out from the obscuring cloud and wrap themselves around your your Floyd | body... within moments you are unconscious, mercifully spared the Floyd | sight of what happens to your body in the next few bloody minutes. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 41 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "A: Yes." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | You hear it pause inside the building, its hide slithering loudly Floyd | against the brick walls as it moves about. There is a horrible, wet Floyd | snorting sound, as if it were trying to pick up a scent, then an Floyd | unspeakable, inhuman grunt of anger. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "golly" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | As quickly as you are able, you scramble down the rough stone walls. Floyd | Ten feet from the bottom, you slip, landing with a clatter amidst the Floyd | dusty bones. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | Floyd | You cower down in the bottom of the well as the thing, whatever it is, Floyd | moves closer. A shadow falls across the mouth of the well, and then Floyd | the circle of light above you is blotted out by a shape so utterly, Floyd | blasphemously hideous that even its mere silhouette is enough to blast Floyd | you into unconsciousness. The last things you see are its squirming Floyd | tentacles groping down the sides of the well for you... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 41 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think we need to restore to an earlier save point, when we hadn't been in the well yet." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Not good." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe, yes." | ||
| DavidW says, "And leave both lockets in the ruin for him to find." | ||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I think CF17 was before we entered the well?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "I assume one or the other will quell him?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf17" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "If that is William." | |
| DavidW says, "I think it's safe to assume it's William" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take gold locket" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE GOLD LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop it" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP IT Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take silver locket" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SILVER LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Probably, but we can't be sure yet." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop it" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP IT Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop paper" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP PAPER Floyd | Floyd | (the tattered drawing) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. A circle of rotting plywood covers the Floyd | opening. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge of the plywood and, straining as Floyd | hard as you can, manage to slide the heavy cover off the top of the Floyd | well and onto the grass. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Carefully testing each foothold, you descend into the well. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BONES Floyd | Floyd | You notice a tuft of brown among the yellowed-ivory of the bones. Floyd | Moving aside a clattering pile of ribs, you discover a child's teddy Floyd | bear. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. didn't need the flashlight for here." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bear" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BEAR Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the teddy bear. It is old and threadbare, its fur worn Floyd | through to the stuffing in some places. Stitched onto its behind is Floyd | the name "Jeffrey". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bear" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BEAR Floyd | Floyd | It is old and threadbare, its fur worn through to the stuffing in some Floyd | places. Stitched onto its behind is the name "Jeffrey". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You painstakingly climb out of the old well. Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | Faint tracks mark the dirt here; large, rounded footprints tracking Floyd | back and forth across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a tattered drawing, a silver locket (in which is a Floyd | boy's picture) and a gold locket (in which is a woman's picture) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You are about to step back through the eastern wall when a noise makes Floyd | you stop. In the woods outside, to the east -- something is there. Floyd | Something breathing. Something huge. Floyd | Floyd | A branch cracks sharply; and another. It's coming this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | The sound of tearing undergrowth grows louder. Whatever it is, it's Floyd | practically bulldozing its way through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The ground trembles slightly with the thing's thunderous footsteps as Floyd | it tromps up the path. It's right outside the slaughterhouse! Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You hear it pause inside the building, its hide slithering loudly Floyd | against the brick walls as it moves about. There is a horrible, wet Floyd | snorting sound, as if it were trying to pick up a scent, then an Floyd | unspeakable, inhuman grunt of anger. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You never even see it coming. A massive, bloated shape suddenly looms Floyd | up behind the hole in the northern wall, and half a dozen fat, fleshy Floyd | tentacles snake out with awful, twitching speed and wrap themselves Floyd | around your body. Your head cracks against a brick as it drags your Floyd | body through the opening, knocking you mercifully unconscious before Floyd | the thing starts on you. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 41 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "It's just as horrible this time." | |
| DavidW says, "hm. That wasn't the answer." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe wearing the silver locket after all." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf17" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear silver" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR SILVER Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the silver locket or the letter opener? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "locket" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOCKET Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the silver locket) Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You put on the silver locket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop paper" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP PAPER Floyd | Floyd | (the tattered drawing) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. A circle of rotting plywood covers the Floyd | opening. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge of the plywood and, straining as Floyd | hard as you can, manage to slide the heavy cover off the top of the Floyd | well and onto the grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d. search bones. take bear. u. n." | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > D. SEARCH BONES. TAKE BEAR. U. N. Floyd | Floyd | Carefully testing each foothold, you descend into the well. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | You notice a tuft of brown among the yellowed-ivory of the bones. Floyd | Moving aside a clattering pile of ribs, you discover a child's teddy Floyd | bear. Floyd | You pick up the teddy bear. It is old and threadbare, its fur worn Floyd | through to the stuffing in some places. Stitched onto its behind is Floyd | the name "Jeffrey". Floyd | You painstakingly climb out of the old well. Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | Faint tracks mark the dirt here; large, rounded footprints tracking Floyd | back and forth across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a tattered drawing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You are about to step back through the eastern wall when a noise makes Floyd | you stop. In the woods outside, to the east -- something is there. Floyd | Something breathing. Something huge. Floyd | Floyd | A branch cracks sharply; and another. It's coming this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I have to go in 10, but you all can keep at it." | |
| DavidW says, "Might as well wait if he needs to see the locket." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The sound of tearing undergrowth grows louder. Whatever it is, it's Floyd | practically bulldozing its way through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I feel that the end is near." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The ground trembles slightly with the thing's thunderous footsteps as Floyd | it tromps up the path. It's right outside the slaughterhouse! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You never even see it coming. The east wall bursts inward in an Floyd | eruption of bricks and mortar dust; squirming, ropy tentacles snake Floyd | out from the obscuring cloud and wrap themselves around your your Floyd | body... within moments you are unconscious, mercifully spared the Floyd | sight of what happens to your body in the next few bloody minutes. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 41 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That didn't help." | |
| DavidW says, "well. I dunno." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Maybe just not go into the well?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Or hide under the bones." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | Knight_Otu says, "William seems to hunt by scent. I'm not sure hiding will help." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf17" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. A circle of rotting plywood covers the Floyd | opening. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge of the plywood and, straining as Floyd | hard as you can, manage to slide the heavy cover off the top of the Floyd | well and onto the grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | Jacqueline says, "Actually, hrm. I have to go now. My bad." | |
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Carefully testing each foothold, you descend into the well. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "Still, finish it off!" | |
| DavidW says, "bye Jacqueline" | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Without being finished off!" | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Bye!" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hide under bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well, lying under the children's boday three Floyd | Floyd | > HIDE UNDER BONES Floyd | Floyd | You burrow down into the bones, piling more bones on top of you for Floyd | cover while trying to make as little noise as possible. In the midst Floyd | of your digging, you notice a child's teddy bear among the bones. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bear" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well, lying under the children's boday three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BEAR Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You pick up the teddy bear. It is old and threadbare, its fur worn Floyd | through to the stuffing in some places. Stitched onto its behind is Floyd | the name "Jeffrey". Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The bones fall away, clattering loudly as you stand up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You painstakingly climb out of the old well. Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Maybe it works after all." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | Faint tracks mark the dirt here; large, rounded footprints tracking Floyd | back and forth across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You are about to step back through the eastern wall when a noise makes Floyd | you stop. In the woods outside, to the east -- something is there. Floyd | Something breathing. Something huge. Floyd | Floyd | A branch cracks sharply; and another. It's coming this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The only exits are through the ragged holes to the east and south. Floyd | Floyd | The sound of tearing undergrowth grows louder. Whatever it is, it's Floyd | practically bulldozing its way through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | The sound of tearing undergrowth grows louder. Whatever it is, it's Floyd | practically bulldozing its way through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | As quickly as you are able, you scramble down the rough stone walls. Floyd | Ten feet from the bottom, you slip, landing with a clatter amidst the Floyd | dusty bones. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | Floyd | The ground trembles slightly with the thing's thunderous footsteps as Floyd | it tromps up the path. It's right outside the slaughterhouse! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hide under bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well, lying under the children's boday three Floyd | Floyd | > HIDE UNDER BONES Floyd | Floyd | You burrow down into the bones, piling more bones on top of you for Floyd | cover while trying to make as little noise as possible. Floyd | Floyd | You hear it pause inside the building, its hide slithering loudly Floyd | against the brick walls as it moves about. There is a horrible, wet Floyd | snorting sound, as if it were trying to pick up a scent, then an Floyd | unspeakable, inhuman grunt of anger. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well, lying under the children's boday three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Scarcely daring to breathe, you lie as still as possible beneath your Floyd | cover of bones as the thing, whatever it is, moves closer. A shadow Floyd | falls across the mouth of the well, and then the circle of light above Floyd | you is blotted out by a shape so utterly, blasphemously hideous that Floyd | it is all you can do to remain conscious. Two grotesquely blue and Floyd | childlike eyes blink down into the darkness of the well, searching... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | And then it is gone. Floyd | Floyd | You must have lost consciousness after all, judging from the stiffness Floyd | in your limbs and the difference in the light. You have no idea how Floyd | long you were out, but the creature must have passed you by. The Floyd | forest is still again; the breathing and footsteps, gone. Floyd | Floyd | Involuntarily, you let out a long, shuddering breath. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Whew." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The bones fall away, clattering loudly as you stand up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You painstakingly climb out of the old well. Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | Faint tracks mark the dirt here; large, rounded footprints tracking Floyd | back and forth across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Slaughterhouse Floyd | The decayed remains of an old slaughterhouse stand here, now little Floyd | more than a shell of crumbling brick and gaping holes, surrounded by a Floyd | clearing of yellow, sickly grass. A path leads northeast, back toward Floyd | the road; to the west, a gaping hole that might once have been a Floyd | doorway leads into the rotting building. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Trampled Path day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Trampled Path Floyd | The tangled undergrowth has been beaten down in a path leading roughly Floyd | from the east to the southwest. Shrubs and grass have been flattened Floyd | and pushed aside, vines torn down, and small trees bent or even Floyd | snapped in half, as though something heavy with huge, flat feet had Floyd | simply trampled its way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | At the edge of the forest, on the west side of the road, stand the Floyd | rotted stump and twisted sapling from your dream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf19" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "NOW the church?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | A small group of townsfolk has gathered up at the north end of the Floyd | road. As you approach, still breathless from your encounter with the Floyd | thing at the slaughterhouse, they turn toward you -- and that's when Floyd | you notice that the one in the lead has an axe in his hand. And the Floyd | one behind him has a pair of garden shears. Floyd | Floyd | A couple of men move over to your left, and several more step out of Floyd | the forest behind you. All of them carry weapons or nasty farm Floyd | implements of some kind, and all of them look as though they're just Floyd | about ready to put an end to a certain over-curious, outsider woman Floyd | who doesn't know enough to keep her nose out of things better left Floyd | undisturbed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Maaan." | |
| DavidW asks, "Teddy bear?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's try." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give bear to men" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE BEAR TO MEN Floyd | Floyd | They don't seem impressed. Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk shuffle a bit closer, raising their weapons in Floyd | anticipation of the kill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show bear to men" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW BEAR TO MEN Floyd | Floyd | They don't seem impressed. Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk shuffle a bit closer, raising their weapons in Floyd | anticipation of the kill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ialdabaoloth" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > IALDABAOLOTH Floyd | Floyd | One of the men turns on you with a withering gaze; another makes a Floyd | fork-fingered gesture in your direction. The syllables die unspoken Floyd | behind your lips. Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk shuffle a bit closer, raising their weapons in Floyd | anticipation of the kill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You dart past the men on your right, making a break for the church. Floyd | The townsfolk hover around the entrance to the churchyard but do not Floyd | follow you, confident that there is no way you can escape. Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh. That's interesting. They don't follow us." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northeast, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Church Floyd | The forest encroaches right up to the iron fence here, some of which Floyd | is literally buried in the tangled underbrush. There are no doors on Floyd | this side, although a wooden trap door over by the corner of the Floyd | building probably leads into a cellar. A path leads southwest, around Floyd | to the front of the church. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Weird." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break padlock with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK PADLOCK WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | You raise the meat hook high over your head and bring it squarely down Floyd | onto the padlock. The rusted metal casing splits open, the hasp falls Floyd | loose, and the padlock, now nothing but a broken shell, slides to the Floyd | ground. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | It's little more than a twisted hunk of torn metal. You'd hardly even Floyd | guess it was ever used as a padlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE IT Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the meat hook into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "goodness knows if we want it or not" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | (opening the trap door first) Floyd | As you drop to the floor, the trap door suddenly slams shut above you. Floyd | You hear noises outside -- something thumping against the door, and Floyd | low voices. You hear someone muttering, and a brief round of Floyd | unpleasant laughter. Then the voices drift away. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Seems they followed after all." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shape" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHAPE Floyd | Floyd | It's the dead body of a woman. Her head has been raggedly hacked away, Floyd | and her clothes above the waist are soaked through with blood. As you Floyd | fight to control your rising gorge, you note that the body cannot have Floyd | been here for very long; the decay, though bad, is not very far Floyd | advanced. She must have been killed within the last couple of days at Floyd | most. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Could the comet god hurry up and destroy this village already?" | |
| DavidW says, "yeah." | ||
| DavidW says, "I, uh, wouldn't might taking a break here, actually." | ||
| DavidW says, "unless you want to drive for a bit." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Hm. Maybe pick back up next week?" | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah. if that's okay." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We are at the two-hour mark." | ||
| You say (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | DavidW says, "I just need to refresh myself. Horror isn't really my strong suit." | |
| You say (to Floyd), "cfanchorchurch" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "but yeah, 2 hr mark also. Tired." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "It can be hard, especially when we don't know what we're questing for. Save the world, the village, us only?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I mean, I'm not sure if I'm up for saving the village." | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm sure we've not even close to finished. There's still the asylum, mill, and lighthouse to worry about." | ||
| *** Session 5 *** | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, looks like you all didn't finish after I left, correct? Save file: cfanchorchurch ?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yes." | ||
| DavidW says, "correct" | ||
| DavidW says, "We found a dead body and we were a bit stop-the-film-we-need-a-break." | ||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So, this morning I can only go two hours again, but hopefully that's sufficient" | ||
| Jacqueline holds her thumbs. | ||
| DavidW says, "My maps and notes so far are at [LINK]" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Merci." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask anchor" | ||
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Floyd ] The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind
Floyd ] is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind
Floyd ] of fear is fear of the unknown.
Floyd ]
Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft
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Floyd | A N C H O R H E A D
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Floyd | [Press 'R' to restore; any other key to begin]
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| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ]
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Floyd | November, 1997.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to
Floyd | spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that
Floyd | blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the
Floyd | little coastal town of Anchorhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | Squinting up into the glowering storm, you wonder how everything
Floyd | managed to happen so fast. The strange phone call over a month ago,
Floyd | from a lawyer claiming to represent the estate of some distant branch
Floyd | of Michael's family, was bewildering enough in itself... but then the
Floyd | sudden whirlwind of planning and decisions, legal details and travel
Floyd | arrangements, the packing up and shipping away of your entire home,
Floyd | your entire life...
Floyd |
Floyd | Now suddenly here you are, after driving for the past two days
Floyd | straight, over a thousand miles away from the familiar warmth of
Floyd | Texas, getting ready to move into the ancestral mansion of a clan of
Floyd | relatives so far removed that not even Michael has ever heard of them.
Floyd | And you've only been married since June and none of this was any of
Floyd | your idea in the first place, and already it's starting to rain.
Floyd |
Floyd | These days, you often find yourself feeling confused and uprooted.
Floyd |
Floyd | You shake yourself and force the melancholy thoughts from your head,
Floyd | trying to focus on the errand at hand. You're to meet with the real
Floyd | estate agent and pick up the keys to your new house while Michael runs
Floyd | across town to take care of some paperwork at the university. He'll be
Floyd | back to pick you up in a few minutes, and then the two of you can
Floyd | begin the long, precarious process of settling in.
Floyd |
Floyd | A sullen belch emanates from the clouds, and the rain starts coming
Floyd | down harder -- fat, cold drops smacking loudly against the
Floyd | cobblestones. Shouldn't it be snowing in New England at this time of
Floyd | year? With a sigh, you open your umbrella.
Floyd |
Floyd | Welcome to Anchorhead...
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| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE FIRST DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern Floyd ] sea was upon me. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | ||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cfanchorchurch" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open trap door" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN TRAP DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "right. I thought they relocked it, but we didn't check last time." | |
| Knight_Otu arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Knight_Otu says, "Oops" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x furnace" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FURNACE Floyd | Floyd | It's a big, pot-bellied iron furnace, blackened from years of use, Floyd | with a hatch on one side and numerous twisting pipes which snake out Floyd | of the top and grope their way up to the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Empty Stairwell Floyd | This alcove used to house a stairwell leading up and down; now it Floyd | contains only a few rotted boards jutting from the walls and an empty Floyd | shaft dropping down out of sight. Above you hang the broken-off Floyd | remains of the stairs leading up to the ground floor, the last Floyd | shattered riser only a couple of tantalizing feet out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x boards" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BOARDS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x riser" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RISER Floyd | Floyd | It looks as though it might bear your weight; unfortunately it's just Floyd | a couple of feet beyond your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shape" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHAPE Floyd | Floyd | It's the dead body of a woman. Her head has been raggedly hacked away, Floyd | and her clothes above the waist are soaked through with blood. As you Floyd | fight to control your rising gorge, you note that the body cannot have Floyd | been here for very long; the decay, though bad, is not very far Floyd | advanced. She must have been killed within the last couple of days at Floyd | most. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search body" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BODY Floyd | Floyd | Gingerly, trying to avoid the worst of the blood, you lift the woman's Floyd | lapel, hoping to find something -- identification, maybe. Her wallet Floyd | is missing; however, you do find, tucked into the pocket of her Floyd | blazer, a small, steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take steel key" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X IT Floyd | Floyd | It looks like the kind of key that would open a desk drawer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Ah, the real estate agent." | |
| DavidW says, "oh my." | ||
| DavidW says, "I didn't make that connection." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "ew" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "But, um, horray" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "At least she's the most likely to have a drawer key." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "er, hooray" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > EXITS Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floorboards" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FLOORBOARDS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter furnace" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER FURNACE Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push furnace west" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH FURNACE WEST Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to push the wood-burning Floyd | furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a small steel key, a broken Floyd | padlock, a teddy bear, a tattered drawing and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a meat hook, a newspaper, a Floyd | strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a flashlight Floyd | (providing light), a keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper Floyd | key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's Floyd | faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open but Floyd | empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a Floyd | family album, a book of matches with six matches left, a torn journal, Floyd | a typewritten notice, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "is that new to the newer version? my memory is not so good" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ROPE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I really need one of these trenchcoats." | |
| Jacqueline says (to Ellison), "No." | ||
| Ellison says, "thanks" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Rather, we are using a very old version, I think" | ||
| DavidW says, "If we had a rope, we could tie it to this hook and use it to reach the riser." | ||
| Ellison says, "ah" | ||
| DavidW says, "I wonder if we missed picking up a rope somewhere." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "hope not." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm. I suppose it's possible. But yeah, hope not." | ||
| DavidW says, "well, suggestions for what to do without a rope? If there's not a rope in this room or the stairwell, we might have to push the body west and stand on it." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "..." | ||
| DavidW says, "Asking for OTHER suggestions." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I was thinking we'd go use the key." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Can we do something with the umbrella's hook end?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "Go use the key how?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Like, we're trapped here." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Empty Stairwell Floyd | This alcove used to house a stairwell leading up and down; now it Floyd | contains only a few rotted boards jutting from the walls and an empty Floyd | shaft dropping down out of sight. Above you hang the broken-off Floyd | remains of the stairs leading up to the ground floor, the last Floyd | shattered riser only a couple of tantalizing feet out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, unless I'm missing something, the key we just got opens something in the real estate office." | |
| Jacqueline says, "But probably not something containing a rope." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "And you're working this right now, so." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a few steps back, draw in a deep breath, and make a dash for Floyd | the edge. At the last possible second you jump, sailing out over the Floyd | pit as you make a desperate grab for the bottom riser... Floyd | Floyd | ... and catch it. Floyd | Floyd | Unfortunately, you lose your grip on the broom, the tattered drawing, Floyd | the teddy bear, the broken padlock and the small steel key while Floyd | trying to grab the riser, and they tumble it tumbles into the darkness Floyd | below. Floyd | Floyd | The riser bends ominously under your weight but doesn't give. Panting, Floyd | you haul yourself up onto the creaking stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs stop short about seven feet shy of the basement floor, the Floyd | bottom-most steps hanging suspended over an empty shaft that descends Floyd | beyond sight into the shadowy depths. What's left of the structure Floyd | creaks and shifts uneasily under your feet. At the top of the stairs Floyd | to the north, a doorway opens onto the ground floor of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking under your feet is getting louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Oh my." | |
| Jacqueline says, "WOW" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I didn't expect that to work." | ||
| DavidW says, "uh oh, lost stuff not in the coat." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Empty Stairwell Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, and I guess we can't get there from there. Copy." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "Well, is it random? What we lose?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Try putting everything in the coat and try again." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We lose what is in our hands." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put all in pocket" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL IN POCKET Floyd | Floyd | small steel key: You slip the small steel key into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | broken padlock: You slip the broken padlock into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | teddy bear: You slip the teddy bear into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | tattered drawing: You slip the tattered drawing into the pocket of Floyd | your trenchcoat. Floyd | broom: The broom is too long to fit in your pockets, deep though they Floyd | are. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ah" | |
| DavidW says, "Let's hope we don't need the broom." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "throw broom on riser" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > THROW BROOM ON RISER Floyd | Floyd | The bottom-most riser is just beyond your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw broom at riser" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > THROW BROOM AT RISER Floyd | Floyd | The bottom-most riser is just beyond your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Maybe just drop it here." | |
| DavidW says (to KO), "Just drop it, yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "drop broom" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a few steps back, draw in a deep breath, and make a dash for Floyd | the edge. At the last possible second you jump, sailing out over the Floyd | pit as you make a desperate grab for the bottom riser... Floyd | Floyd | ... and catch it. Floyd | Floyd | The riser bends ominously under your weight but doesn't give. Panting, Floyd | you haul yourself up onto the creaking stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs stop short about seven feet shy of the basement floor, the Floyd | bottom-most steps hanging suspended over an empty shaft that descends Floyd | beyond sight into the shadowy depths. What's left of the structure Floyd | creaks and shifts uneasily under your feet. At the top of the stairs Floyd | to the north, a doorway opens onto the ground floor of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking under your feet is getting louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | through a shadowy doorway to the south you can see stairs leading Floyd | down. Floyd | Floyd | Piled in one dusty corner is a heap of old cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Just a sec..." | |
| DavidW says, "If this place has a steeple, there might be a rope in there." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Back." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe it does." | ||
| DavidW says (to KO), "I think you should continue driving." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | At least a dozen sturdy boards have been nailed across the sturdy oak Floyd | doors; even with proper tools, it would take you days to pry them Floyd | loose. Floyd | Floyd | From the stairwell behind you there is a sudden, painful shriek of Floyd | nails ripping out of stone, a loud, protracted splintering, and Floyd | finally a thunderous crash that seems to echo up the shaft from far Floyd | below. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Eep." | |
| DavidW says, "yeah, thanks for escaping that death trap for us." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x heap" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HEAP Floyd | Floyd | It's a hooded robe, left in a rumpled heap on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get it" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET IT Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "wear it" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR IT Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to take off the trenchcoat first. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "uh, let's keep the coat for now." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Okay, then we wait with disgising us." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "*disguising." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "There is legit no garment that could fit around us, our trenchcoat, and all the shit in its pockets." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x coat" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X COAT Floyd | Floyd | You bought this coat during your honeymoon in England; it's a genuine Floyd | London Fog. In addition to looking very cool, it has several deep Floyd | pockets in which you can fit just about anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x robe" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ROBE Floyd | Floyd | The robe is made of some rough, heavy material, dyed a deep, murky Floyd | red, like old wine. Its voluminous folds would easily cover you head Floyd | to toe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | a shadowy doorway to the south leads to further darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm guessing east." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x cross" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CROSS Floyd | Floyd | From the way it fell, it looks as though it must have been hung Floyd | upside-down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TOME Floyd | Floyd | It lies open atop the pulpit, thicker than an unabridged dictionary. Floyd | Its thousands of yellowed, crinkly pages are bound in a strange black Floyd | material that looks like some kind of hide but clearly isn't leather. Floyd | Your first thought was that it might be a Bible, but a glance is Floyd | sufficient to tell you otherwise. The text within is arranged in two Floyd | columns, the first in what looks like Latin, the second a translation Floyd | in English. There are illustrations, as well: horrible icons that make Floyd | your skin crawl to look at. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | As you lean closer over the pages to make out the words in this dim Floyd | light, the letters seem to writhe and crawl across the page, twisting Floyd | themselves into strange combinations, horrible words that you've never Floyd | read before... and yet, somehow, you can understand their repulsive Floyd | meaning. Something about a "Blessed Event", which will happen very Floyd | soon, and a hideous god whose name may not be spoken... Floyd | Floyd | Is this the book that was preached in this church before it fell to Floyd | ruin? Are these the gods these people worshipped? You want to tear Floyd | your eyes from the page in revulsion, but some small, gleefully filthy Floyd | part of you wants to keep reading, to uncover the secrets that the Floyd | people of Anchorhead uncovered... Floyd | Floyd | Will you read on? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "CAREFUL" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "no" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > NO Floyd | Floyd | You step away from the podium with a shudder. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Enh. We've got a save." | |
| Jacqueline says, "READ ON" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's go crazy" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf21" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | You are reluctant to look at the repulsive thing again. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, we can save there? Cool" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "One chance only it seems." | ||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "I suppose you want a deep wine red voluminous bathrobe now too." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Of course" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > /UNDO
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline asks, "Can we restore?" | |
| Jacqueline asks, "And then save before the tome?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ TOME Floyd | Floyd | You are reluctant to look at the repulsive thing again. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Sure, we can do that." | |
| DavidW says, "restore. search body. w. put all in coat. jump. n. save." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "also drop broom before jump, just in case." | ||
| DavidW says, "sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf21" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, drat." | |
| Jacqueline says, "cfanchorchurch" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cfanchorchurch" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search body" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BODY Floyd | Floyd | Gingerly, trying to avoid the worst of the blood, you lift the woman's Floyd | lapel, hoping to find something -- identification, maybe. Her wallet Floyd | is missing; however, you do find, tucked into the pocket of her Floyd | blazer, a small, steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Empty Stairwell Floyd | This alcove used to house a stairwell leading up and down; now it Floyd | contains only a few rotted boards jutting from the walls and an empty Floyd | shaft dropping down out of sight. Above you hang the broken-off Floyd | remains of the stairs leading up to the ground floor, the last Floyd | shattered riser only a couple of tantalizing feet out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put all in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | small steel key: You slip the small steel key into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | broken padlock: You slip the broken padlock into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | teddy bear: You slip the teddy bear into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | tattered drawing: You slip the tattered drawing into the pocket of Floyd | your trenchcoat. Floyd | broom: The broom is too long to fit in your pockets, deep though they Floyd | are. Floyd | Floyd | From far below you hear the faint lapping of water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop broom" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Water below?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Seems so." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a few steps back, draw in a deep breath, and make a dash for Floyd | the edge. At the last possible second you jump, sailing out over the Floyd | pit as you make a desperate grab for the bottom riser... Floyd | Floyd | ... and catch it. Floyd | Floyd | The riser bends ominously under your weight but doesn't give. Panting, Floyd | you haul yourself up onto the creaking stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs stop short about seven feet shy of the basement floor, the Floyd | bottom-most steps hanging suspended over an empty shaft that descends Floyd | beyond sight into the shadowy depths. What's left of the structure Floyd | creaks and shifts uneasily under your feet. At the top of the stairs Floyd | to the north, a doorway opens onto the ground floor of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking under your feet is getting louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | through a shadowy doorway to the south you can see stairs leading Floyd | down. Floyd | Floyd | Piled in one dusty corner is a heap of old cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf22" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take robe" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You shake the cloth out, revealing it to be a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | From the stairwell behind you there is a sudden, painful shriek of Floyd | nails ripping out of stone, a loud, protracted splintering, and Floyd | finally a thunderous crash that seems to echo up the shaft from far Floyd | below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "okay. Go ahead" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf23" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "read tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ TOME Floyd | Floyd | It lies open atop the pulpit, thicker than an unabridged dictionary. Floyd | Its thousands of yellowed, crinkly pages are bound in a strange black Floyd | material that looks like some kind of hide but clearly isn't leather. Floyd | Your first thought was that it might be a Bible, but a glance is Floyd | sufficient to tell you otherwise. The text within is arranged in two Floyd | columns, the first in what looks like Latin, the second a translation Floyd | in English. There are illustrations, as well: horrible icons that make Floyd | your skin crawl to look at. Floyd | Floyd | As you lean closer over the pages to make out the words in this dim Floyd | light, the letters seem to writhe and crawl across the page, twisting Floyd | themselves into strange combinations, horrible words that you've never Floyd | read before... and yet, somehow, you can understand their repulsive Floyd | meaning. Something about a "Blessed Event", which will happen very Floyd | soon, and a hideous god whose name may not be spoken... Floyd | Floyd | Is this the book that was preached in this church before it fell to Floyd | ruin? Are these the gods these people worshipped? You want to tear Floyd | your eyes from the page in revulsion, but some small, gleefully filthy Floyd | part of you wants to keep reading, to uncover the secrets that the Floyd | people of Anchorhead uncovered... Floyd | Floyd | Will you read on? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > YES Floyd | Floyd | As your hungry eyes lap up word after blasphemous word, it all becomes Floyd | clear to you: you come to understand the true nature of He Who Is Floyd | Named Not, and what the Verlacs were trying to accomplish all these Floyd | years, preparing the people of Anchorhead for the Blessed Event... it Floyd | all makes sense to you now. Floyd | Floyd | You step back, smiling, from the podium. There's no need to be afraid, Floyd | you realize, for neither yourself nor your husband are in any danger. Floyd | It's all right. It all makes sense. And when you raise your hands to Floyd | your face and slowly push the fingernails of your first and middle Floyd | fingers into each eye, digging the soft, bloody tissue out and Floyd | dragging it down your cheeks in ropy smears... why, that's all right, Floyd | too. Floyd | Floyd | It's the most natural thing in the world. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have gone utterly mad *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 44 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Eesh." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "burn tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > BURN TOME Floyd | Floyd | You step away from the podium with a shudder. Floyd | Floyd | You don't have a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay then let's not waste a match." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x pulpit" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PULPIT Floyd | Floyd | Where once fiery-tongued preachers harangued congregations of quaking Floyd | Puritans, now there is simply a dusty wooden box on its end. Sitting Floyd | atop it is a huge, black-bound tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x cross" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CROSS Floyd | Floyd | From the way it fell, it looks as though it must have been hung Floyd | upside-down. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Something inside the pulpit or under it?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under pulpit" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER PULPIT Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open pulpiz" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN PULPIZ Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move pulpit" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PULPIT Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x windows" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WINDOWS Floyd | Floyd | The stained-glass windows are old and coated with grime, and many of Floyd | the panels have been broken out by time and vandals. Enough remains Floyd | for you to make out most of the designs depicted in them, however -- Floyd | and you find them vaguely disturbing. Saints -- at least none of the Floyd | saints you're aware of -- should not be depicted performing such acts, Floyd | nor with such insidious leers on their faces as they perform them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open pulpit" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN PULPIT Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pews" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PEWS Floyd | Floyd | The once orderly procession of benches is now a jackstraw jumble of Floyd | broken wood Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search them" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THEM Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I guess continue east, unless you want to take the tome with us?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I'd rather not touch the eyescratch tome." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Chapel Floyd | This little room behind the chapel is hardly bigger than a broom Floyd | closet. A ladder bolted to the wall leads up through a hatch, Floyd | presumably up into the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x ladder" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LADDER Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I didn't want the ID card either at first." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Steeple Floyd | A tiny space inside the tip of the church's steeple, barely five feet Floyd | across, the walls tapering to only two feet across some twelve feet Floyd | above your head. There is a narrow window, but it seems to have been Floyd | painted black at some point. The only exit seems to be the ladder from Floyd | which you just emerged. Floyd | Floyd | An old length of rope dangles down from a square hole cut in the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Roooooope!" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ROPE Floyd | Floyd | It's about twenty feet long, frayed in a few places but still sturdy Floyd | enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Why do I not trust old frayed ropes?" | |
| Jacqueline says, "NICE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the square hole) Floyd | You can't quite see what's up there, but you assume it must lead to Floyd | the belfry. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Can we climb up higher?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You haul yourself up onto the rope, bringing your whole weight to Floyd | bear. It holds for about three seconds -- then there is a sharp snap Floyd | from above you and a muffled clank. The rope falls, spilling you to Floyd | the floor amidst an untidy tangle of coils. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Nope, but we get the rope loose." | |
| DavidW says, "Good enough." | ||
| Ellison arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET ROPE Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "This suggests to me that the rope and hook are to be used to return to the cellar?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly even deeper." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "tie rope to hook" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > TIE ROPE TO HOOK Floyd | Floyd | There's no good spot on the meat hook to tie the rope to. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Maybe the collapsing stairwell broke the floor open into a river?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "tie rope to umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > TIE ROPE TO UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | There's no good spot on the umbrella to tie the rope to. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I suspect one of the sewer locations." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "So, back to the staircase?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "sure" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Chapel Floyd | This little room behind the chapel is hardly bigger than a broom Floyd | closet. A ladder bolted to the wall leads up through a hatch, Floyd | presumably up into the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "well, we'll see, but if we don't take that tome, the only thing of value in this church is that steel key." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET TOME Floyd | Floyd | A horrid coldness seeps into your fingers as you try to pick the book Floyd | up; it flows from the book itself into your body, soaking into your Floyd | bones and making your back teeth ache. Quickly, you set the book down Floyd | again, absently trying to rub the unpleasant sensation from your Floyd | hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, and the robe" | |
| Jacqueline says, "yikes" | ||
| DavidW says, "okay, leave the tome." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "That sounds familiar somehow." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf24" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get match" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET MATCH Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "burn book" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > BURN BOOK Floyd | Floyd | (the huge, black tome) Floyd | The match isn't lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "burn book" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > BURN BOOK Floyd | Floyd | (the huge, black tome) Floyd | Petty arson isn't going to solve your problems. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf24" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says (to game), "It wasn't petty!" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | a shadowy doorway to the south leads to further darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs are completely gone, now. All that's left is a narrow ledge Floyd | overlooking an empty shaft, and a fair portion of the railing still Floyd | nailed to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "See if there's a railing to the south to tie a rope to." | |
| DavidW says, "Hello, Railing!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "tie rope to railing" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > TIE ROPE TO RAILING Floyd | Floyd | You tie the rope securely to the railing, letting the other end dangle Floyd | down into the dark shaft. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Whoo!" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB ROPE Floyd | Floyd | You'll need both hands free before you climb down that rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put all in pocket" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL IN POCKET Floyd | Floyd | hooded robe: No matter how tightly you roll up the heavy robe, it is Floyd | still too big to fit in your pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | |
| DavidW asks, "Drop it?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "drop robe" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ROBE Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get robe" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET ROBE Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "drop robe in shaft" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ROBE IN SHAFT Floyd | Floyd | The hooded robe drops down out of sight, and a few seconds later you Floyd | hear a faint splash. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||
Floyd ] Hanging From the Rope day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB ROPE Floyd | Floyd | Gripping the end of the rope tightly, you lower yourself off the edge Floyd | and shimmy down into the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging From the Rope Floyd | Your feet dangle over empty space. Looking down, you can barely make Floyd | out a faint glimmer of water, far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "SPLASH?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Hum." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "sure?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "do we jump?" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "sure?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath, shut your eyes tight, say a quick prayer... Floyd | and let go of the rope. Floyd | Floyd | The heart-stopping plunge lasts only a second or two before you hit Floyd | shockingly cold water. Your flashlight goes out and blackness Floyd | envelopes you. Water rushes into your mouth and nose; the stone bottom Floyd | slams into your side and nearly knocks the wind out of you... and then Floyd | you find your feet, and your head breaks the surface. Blindly, you Floyd | thrash about until you find higher ground, and you crawl, choking and Floyd | sputtering, feeling cold brick beneath your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Score went up, so..." | |
| Jacqueline says, "So, um, yay that we are now in the darkness." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a tattered drawing, a teddy Floyd | bear, a broken padlock, a small steel key, a meat hook, a newspaper, a Floyd | strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a flashlight, a Floyd | keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper key, an old-fashioned Floyd | brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to Floyd | the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's faculty card, a bundle of Floyd | soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open but empty), a flask (which is Floyd | closed), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a family album, a book of Floyd | matches with six matches left, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, a Floyd | lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get match" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET MATCH Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | Vaulted Tunnel Floyd | The walls of this long, rectangular chamber are made of crumbling Floyd | brick, not concrete; most likely it was built at some earlier period Floyd | than the rest of the tunnels. The ceiling is lost in darkness above Floyd | you, but from the sounds of the echoes it must be pretty high. Water Floyd | flowing in from the northwestern tunnel has pooled in a depression Floyd | sunk into the limestone floor, becoming quite deep near the far end. Floyd | Floyd | The shattered wreckage of the church stairway lies half submerged in Floyd | the water-filled depression. You're lucky to have missed it in your Floyd | fall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a hooded robe here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Is the flashlight useless now? You didn't try it?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we can try it, but I suspect it's a goner." | ||
| DavidW says, "The Vaulted Tunnel is on our Sewers map." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | The lantern is now lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turnon flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURNON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight must not be quite as waterproof as you originally Floyd | thought; the beam flickers unsteadily, and you have to bang it against Floyd | the palm of your hand a couple of times to get it to work. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Vaulted Tunnel Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It might still work fine, or it might be broken soon." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I'm sure it'll be fiiiine" | |
| DavidW says, "You didn't pick up the robe." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Oops" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Vaulted Tunnel Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get robe" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET ROBE Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Floyd | I beg your pardon? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get hook" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET HOOK Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pry hatch with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PRY HATCH WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pry hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PRY HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted Floyd | nearly solid. You can't make it budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HINGES Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hit hatch with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > HIT HATCH WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put hook under hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT HOOK UNDER HINGES Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | That doesn't seem to be something you can unlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Maybe we aren't meant to be here yet." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit hinges with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > HIT HINGES WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "As in, trying to open the hatch" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a meat hook, a hooded robe, a book Floyd | of matches with five matches left and a lantern (providing light). Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a tattered drawing, a teddy Floyd | bear, a broken padlock, a small steel key, a newspaper, a strange Floyd | metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a flashlight, a keyring, Floyd | on which are five keys (a small copper key, an old-fashioned brass Floyd | key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to the Floyd | cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy Floyd | pages, a puzzle box (which is open but empty), a flask (which is Floyd | closed), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a family album, a torn Floyd | journal, a typewritten notice, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe. We possibly need oil or a crowbar." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put steel key on ring" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT STEEL KEY ON RING Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the small steel key) Floyd | (slipping the book of matches into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | Putting things on the wedding ring would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Anyway, I suppose the real estate office is our next destination?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put steel key on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT STEEL KEY ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | The small steel key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Probably." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "remove coat" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE COAT Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "wear robe" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You put on the hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "er, why are you doing that?" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "So do we just run around with our trenchcoatr in hand?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "For disguise. I suspect the town as a whole may e hostile now." | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't think we use the robe in the town." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf25" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the small metal door first) Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "And I don't think the robe will make the townsfolk like us." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Who knows?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A filthy old mattress lies among the weeds over in one corner of the Floyd | lot. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "The bum isn't here it seems." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | A group of wary-looking townsfolk has gathered, keeping a watchful eye Floyd | on the streets leading to and from the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, someone's finger jabs out at you. "It's the woman!" He Floyd | shouts. "Get her!!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay, didn't help." | |
| DavidW says, "Didn't think so." | ||
| DavidW says, "The town is not the cult." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Run away?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Yes. I suggest the alleyway." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Or undo?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "We don't know what that side alley is for. Maybe we hide there?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The game is up. You turn to run, but already the men are on your Floyd | heels... Floyd | Floyd | There is no time to run. Heavy boots on the cobblestones; hands Floyd | lunging toward you -- they are everywhere, grabbing you from every Floyd | side, immobilizing you. Someone's huge, calloused paw closes around Floyd | your windpipe and starts to squeeze. Just before you black out, you Floyd | can feel yourself being lifted off your feet... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 46 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This game is not very relaxing" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Not run it seems." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | Knight_Otu says, "I keep forgetting the restore button exists." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf25" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "hm. Try to not cross the bridge and hide in the alley instead, seeing if we can spy on what they're up to." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "remove robe" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You take off the hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the small metal door first) Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Side Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Side Alley Floyd | This is a featureless blind alley, a dead end. Through the narrow and Floyd | heavily shadowed opening to the northeast, you can see the square and Floyd | the obelisk at its center. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x square" | ||
Floyd ] Side Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SQUARE Floyd | Floyd | Although you're too far away to read the hieroglyphs on its sides, you Floyd | have an otherwise excellent view of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Side Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "okay, I was wrong. We hide here at another time, I guess." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "group" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > GROUP Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x group" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GROUP Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk have gathered in a small crowd on Whateley Bridge. Word Floyd | of your snooping must have gotten around quickly; these fellows are Floyd | obviously not taking any chances on the possibility of you escaping Floyd | from the church, and are keeping a sharp lookout. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x large key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LARGE KEY Floyd | Floyd | Presumably, it opens the barred gates, providing access into (or out Floyd | of) the asylum. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hit chuck with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > HIT CHUCK WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | Much as you'd like to, it probably wouldn't be wise in the long run. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | The obelisk measures about two feet square at its base, narrowing Floyd | slightly as it rises a good fifteen feet to a bluntly pointed tip. An Floyd | iron ring is embedded in the stone high up on one side, about two feet Floyd | from the top. Dense, twisting hieroglyphs cover all four sides of the Floyd | obelisk, although they are too worn to be read clearly. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull ring with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL RING WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get hook" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET HOOK Floyd | Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a meat hook, a hooded robe and a Floyd | lantern (providing light). Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a book of matches with five Floyd | matches left, a tattered drawing, a teddy bear, a broken padlock, a Floyd | newspaper, a strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a Floyd | flashlight, a keyring, on which are six keys (a small steel key, a Floyd | small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip Floyd | of paper, a family album, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, your Floyd | umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull ring with umbrella" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL RING WITH UMBRELLA Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull iron ring with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL IRON RING WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to pull the iron ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think the game understands PULL ... WITH." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "I guess we want the sewer hatch after all, but how?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A filthy old mattress lies among the weeds over in one corner of the Floyd | lot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf26" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northeast, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Church Floyd | The forest encroaches right up to the iron fence here, some of which Floyd | is literally buried in the tangled underbrush. There are no doors on Floyd | this side, although a wooden trap door over by the corner of the Floyd | building probably leads into a cellar. A path leads southwest, around Floyd | to the front of the church. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a shiny new padlock here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Going to look at the new padlock?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the shiny new padlock or the broken padlock? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "shine" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHINE Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to shine? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x shiny padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHINY PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | This padlock is about as big as the first one, with the extra Floyd | advantage of being brand spanking new. No way you're getting this one Floyd | off without a key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I can't type today it seems." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Now I really hope we don't need the broom." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northwest, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think the broom helped with the hatch before." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You pass through the gate and down the stone steps, which curve Floyd | northwest as they lead down to the edge of the river. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not the hatch, but who knows what else there is that could use a broom." | |
| DavidW asks, "Witches?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Who knows?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Churches. A duck. Tall gravy." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "...tall gravy?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CEILING Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It sounded different." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x rungs" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RUNGS Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Iron rungs are an ordinary wooden ladder?" | |
| DavidW says, "Weird. There must be a ladder class." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get rung" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET RUNG Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "So not a lever." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WATER Floyd | Floyd | The water is dark, brackish brown, and utterly foul. An oily sheen Floyd | covers its surface, and occasionally small lumps float by -- lumps of Floyd | what, you'd rather not guess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x pipes" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PIPES Floyd | Floyd | The pipes are broken and jagged, filled with debris and thick slime. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search them" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THEM Floyd | Floyd | You find only broken debris. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get them" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET THEM Floyd | Floyd | They're hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put fingers under edge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FINGERS UNDER EDGE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hook hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > HOOK HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put umbrella under hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT UMBRELLA UNDER HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put fingers under hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FINGERS UNDER HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "lever hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LEVER HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put hook under hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT HOOK UNDER HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PRY HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted Floyd | nearly solid. You can't make it budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HINGES Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hmmm." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a meat hook, a hooded robe and a Floyd | lantern (providing light). Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a book of matches with five Floyd | matches left, a tattered drawing, a teddy bear, a broken padlock, a Floyd | newspaper, a strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a Floyd | flashlight, a keyring, on which are six keys (a small steel key, a Floyd | small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip Floyd | of paper, a family album, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, your Floyd | umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "oil hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OIL HINGES Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FLASK Floyd | Floyd | The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but what little you can Floyd | make out seems to indicate that this is not a particularly Floyd | distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and "rotgut" come Floyd | to mind, probably because they are the only words legible on what's Floyd | left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flask) Floyd | You open the flask. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK Floyd | Floyd | (with the newspaper) Floyd | (first taking the newspaper) Floyd | (slipping the meat hook into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | The mouth of the flask is too narrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put water in flask" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT WATER IN FLASK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the sewer water) Floyd | You'd only get your fingers wet. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think you want FILL FLASK WITH WATER" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask with water" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK WITH WATER Floyd | Floyd | You dip the flask into the fetid water, collecting a small Floyd | quantity of sewer water. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Thanks!" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "POUR WATER ON HINGES?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour water on hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER ON HINGES Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of sewer water on the rusty hatch) Floyd | Stop trying to make a mess. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Hmpf." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FLASK Floyd | Floyd | The label is faded and mostly peeled away, but what little you can Floyd | make out seems to indicate that this is not a particularly Floyd | distinguished brand of spirits. The words "bootleg" and "rotgut" come Floyd | to mind, probably because they are the only words legible on what's Floyd | left of the label. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I guess we need a crowbar (or similar) or maybe acid?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WATER Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of sewer water) Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking small quantity of sewer water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour water" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of sewer water) Floyd | The small quantity of sewer water spills out over the floor, where it Floyd | quickly trickles away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > KNOCK ON HATCH Floyd | Floyd | No one answers. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Maybe we need the river water. If it's the water." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x river" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RIVER Floyd | Floyd | The Miskaton's waters are sluggish and dark. Some sort of oily film Floyd | coats the surface, reflecting back ghostly swirls of color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x film" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FILM Floyd | Floyd | The Miskaton's waters are sluggish and dark. Some sort of oily film Floyd | coats the surface, reflecting back ghostly swirls of color. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Oh, you're hoping the oily water is OIL-y water." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask with film" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK WITH FILM Floyd | Floyd | You dip the flask into the Miskaton, collecting a small quantity of Floyd | river water. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "I mean, it is a possibility, isn't it?" | |
| DavidW says, "River water is different from sewer water, yes." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Please try it." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour water on hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER ON HINGES Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of river water on the rusty hatch) Floyd | Stop trying to make a mess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour flask on hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR FLASK ON HINGES Floyd | Floyd | You can't pour the flask; it's not a liquid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put water on hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT WATER ON HINGES Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of river water on the rusty hatch) Floyd | Putting things on the rusty hatch would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour oil on hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR OIL ON HINGES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hrm." | |
| DavidW asks, "Any grease or fat in this game?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a newspaper, a flask (which is Floyd | open), inside which is a small quantity of river water, a hooded robe Floyd | and a lantern (providing light). Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a meat hook, a book of matches Floyd | with five matches left, a tattered drawing, a teddy bear, a broken Floyd | padlock, a strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a Floyd | flashlight, a keyring, on which are six keys (a small steel key, a Floyd | small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a family album, Floyd | a torn journal, a typewritten notice, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | It's an old-fashioned hurricane lamp, with a tall glass chimney to Floyd | protect it from the wind. The cotton wick burns fitfully in its Floyd | reservoir of cheap oil. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x oil" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OIL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I bet Plover would've told us what to do by now." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x reservoir" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RESERVOIR Floyd | Floyd | It's an old-fashioned hurricane lamp, with a tall glass chimney to Floyd | protect it from the wind. The cotton wick burns fitfully in its Floyd | reservoir of cheap oil. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open lamp" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN LAMP Floyd | Floyd | There's no need to take the oil out of the lantern. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Says you!" | |
| DavidW says, "The lantern oil is not for this puzzle, it seems." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "What's kind of amusing is I'm eating bacon right now and there is grease at the bottom of the plate." | ||
| DavidW says, "To the diner!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "The pub's on the other side of the bridge, though." | ||
| DavidW says, "Maybe Michael left some greasy breakfast dishes in the Kitchen before he went all red-eyed." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||
| DavidW says, "I honestly don't have any good ideas right now. I can only generate bad ones." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "We tried hitting the hinges and just don't have anything good for the job, right?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Looking through our old transcripts, it seems the only mentions of oil, grease or fat are the river, the lantern, and the metal of some of our artifacts." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HINGES Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted Floyd | nearly solid. You can't make it budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted Floyd | nearly solid. You can't make it budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull hatch with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL HATCH WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to pull the rusty hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "use hook" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > USE HOOK Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hrm." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a newspaper, a flask (which is Floyd | open), inside which is a small quantity of river water, a hooded robe Floyd | and a lantern (providing light). Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a meat hook, a book of matches Floyd | with five matches left, a tattered drawing, a teddy bear, a broken Floyd | padlock, a strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a Floyd | flashlight, a keyring, on which are six keys (a small steel key, a Floyd | small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a family album, Floyd | a torn journal, a typewritten notice, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x broken padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BROKEN PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | It's little more than a twisted hunk of torn metal. You'd hardly even Floyd | guess it was ever used as a padlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour water on robes" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER ON ROBES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour water on robe" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER ON ROBE Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of river water on the hooded robe) Floyd | Stop trying to make a mess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search robe" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "clean hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLEAN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | It doesn't get much cleaner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put newspaper under hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT NEWSPAPER UNDER HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put newspaper on hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT NEWSPAPER ON HATCH Floyd | Floyd | Putting things on the rusty hatch would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, ">tell William about importance of iron in diet. ask William to eat hatch." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Heh." | ||
| Jacqueline sighs. | ||
| DavidW asks (of Jacqueline), "Do you have any suggestions?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ialdabaoloth" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > IALDABAOLOTH Floyd | Floyd | The blasphemous syllables crawl loathsomely from your lips. The word Floyd | lingers in the air like a cyst -- just hearing the sound of it makes Floyd | you nauseous. Nature itself seems to draw back from the sound, as Floyd | though horrified by your very voice. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "That was fun." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "But fruitless." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x aslkj" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ASLKJ Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Let's take a step back. What are our current issues?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "The bridge is occupied by murderous townspeople." | ||
| DavidW says, "We have a key we haven't used." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We want to open the desk in the office." | ||
| DavidW says, "We suspect Edward left something in the asylum." | ||
| DavidW says, "We think that playing the flute correctly in the burial chamber will do something important." | ||
| DavidW says, "There's a hole in the sky." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Do we want to look at the paintings a bit?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, hm. Sure." | ||
| DavidW says, "The sky hole is probably what got the townsfolk upset enough to act." | ||
| DavidW says, "Paintings sound good, if we can reach the house." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Not that it's our fault." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "The hole in the sky, I mean." | ||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||
| DavidW says, "Let's go look at paintings." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We could reach the church." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | The simple but striking image of five young women being burned to Floyd | death at the stake. Around them stand a crowd of men and women dressed Floyd | in rustic, 17th century clothing; they jeer and throw stones. The Floyd | ringleader, standing in front of the five glowing pyres with the Floyd | smoking torch still in his hand, wears a clergyman's collar. Floyd | Floyd | The artist obviously went to painstaking lengths to depict the burning Floyd | in ghastly detail: skin curling away from blackened flesh; hair Floyd | shriveling; eyes boiling in their sockets and melting across cracked Floyd | and splitting cheeks... repeated five times over, on the bodies of Floyd | five thrashing, screaming girls. It turns your stomach to look at. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | You search the paintings thoroughly, but cannot find the scene you saw Floyd | earlier. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A strange scene, showing only a clergyman staring down into the pages Floyd | of a large, black-bound book. The point of view is that of someone Floyd | standing beneath the pulpit, looking up -- so that the text of the Floyd | book is hidden from the viewer, while the preacher's face is clearly Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | He seems to be caught in a paroxysm of terror: his face livid; his Floyd | lips stretched back in a gruesome rictus; his eyes bulging wide and Floyd | shot red with blood. The cords in his neck are rigid and taut, as Floyd | though he were straining to tear his gaze from the page, and yet he Floyd | still grips the edges of the pulpit with whitened knuckles. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SCENE
Floyd |
Floyd | The scene depicts a young girl kneeling down next to a closed door,
Floyd | whispering through the keyhole. It is evidently late at night, as the
Floyd | girl is wearing her nightgown, and she is surrounded by shadows. The
Floyd | room on the other side of the door is lit, and the light shining
Floyd | through the keyhole and through the crack under the door casts an
Floyd | eldritch, yellow glow across her face. The girl appears to be
Floyd | furtively slipping something underneath the door; you can't see what,
Floyd | exactly.
Floyd |
Floyd | It's a fairly innocent-looking scene; charming, even, in a way... that
Floyd | is, until you notice the mottled appendage snaking out from underneath
Floyd | the door to meet her hand. From her expression, the girl is either
Floyd | unaware of it or unperturbed by it. Either way, the effect is deeply
| DavidW says, "I think you have to re-enter the room to trigger a new scene." | |
Floyd | disturbing.
Floyd |
Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently
Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired
Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just
Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings
Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to
Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "Seems so." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A young apprentice butcher learns his trade in a slaughterhouse. The Floyd | older man -- heavyset, thick jaw and sloping brow -- holds his cleaver Floyd | above a severed calf's head, looking expectantly at the boy as though Floyd | demonstrating the proper technique. The boy, holding a smaller cleaver Floyd | of his own, looks on attentively. It would be reminiscent of something Floyd | by Norman Rockwell, except for the frankly alarming amount of gore. Floyd | The aprons and faces of both master and apprentice are streaked with Floyd | blood; blood pools on the chopping block and overspills the gutters; Floyd | blood drips from the walls and from the skinned carcasses that can be Floyd | seen hanging in the background. The two butchers stand ankle-deep in a Floyd | reeking abattoir. Floyd | Floyd | And... there's something wrong with the boy. Most of his body is Floyd | hidden behind the chopping block, but there are details about the Floyd | parts you can see that... don't seem to fit quite right. The arm Floyd | holding the cleaver is slightly misshapen, for example, the fingers Floyd | deformed in a way that you can't quite make out. And his neck seems Floyd | just a bit too thick, and his head seems just a bit too large and Floyd | blocky. His face looks normal enough, except that it seems to have Floyd | been placed just slightly off-center. It's a very subtly disturbing Floyd | effect. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A group of primitive tribesmen dance within a ring of standing stones, Floyd | beneath a lightning-streaked sky. Their dress and some of the fetishes Floyd | they carry -- feathers, rattles, ceremonial masks -- all seem to Floyd | represent a Native American culture, but the men themselves are... Floyd | strange. They look truly savage and degenerate, in a way that you Floyd | don't often see Native Americans depicted. Peering closely, you can Floyd | see that some of them even appear to be deformed. Floyd | Floyd | Overlooking the dance stands a tall obelisk on a hill, silhouetted Floyd | against the storm clouds above. The artist added a strange effect to Floyd | the cloud formations directly above the obelisk; the color and shading Floyd | seem to suggest a red, baleful eye looking down upon the strange Floyd | ritual below. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A simple scene, without the gruesome and fantastic detail that Floyd | embellishes so many of the other paintings: a sailing ship on dark Floyd | waters, coming in to port in the dead of night. A lighthouse, standing Floyd | tall in the distance, lights the way. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A group of white men in Revolutionary period clothing, taking prisoner Floyd | a group of Native Americans. The exact situation is unclear: the white Floyd | men stand around with muskets threatening, while the natives, who are Floyd | chained together, file into a fenced enclosure, as though being herded Floyd | into a compound of some sort. Floyd | Floyd | In the extreme background, at the far end of the enclosure, stands a Floyd | large brick building. Dark, grainy smoke billows up from two stone Floyd | chimneys rising above the structure. Leaning very close, you can just Floyd | make out another group of natives being herded into the structure by Floyd | more of the white men. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A madman, clad only in a filthy, ragged loincloth, his thin body Floyd | covered with dirt and sores, dances wildly on a precipice between two Floyd | massive, metal pillars. His long, gray hair whips about his face in an Floyd | unseen wind; behind him, beyond the precipice, violet clouds seethe Floyd | and roil. He seems to be playing some strange sort of wind instrument, Floyd | like a flute, making the whole scene look oddly like a macabre Jethro Floyd | Tull album cover. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A somewhat Boschian scene, depicting a line of naked, emaciated men, Floyd | their ankles shackled and chained together, shuffling forward to offer Floyd | obeisance to the glowing maw of an enormous furnace. The men are Floyd | malnourished and covered with terrible burns. The foremost is Floyd | kneeling, offering... something, you can't make out what... up to the Floyd | mouth of flames, while the rest stand as far back as they are able, Floyd | their heads bowed in what appears to be fear and penitence. It isn't Floyd | clear where this is supposed to be taking place; beyond the fiery glow Floyd | there is nothing but soot-filled, Stygian blackness. An artist's Floyd | rendition of Hell, perhaps? Floyd | Floyd | For some reason, you are reminded of old photographs of the Nazi death Floyd | camps, in which Jews were forced to feed the ovens with the corpses of Floyd | their own. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A young apprentice butcher learns his trade in a slaughterhouse. The Floyd | older man -- heavyset, thick jaw and sloping brow -- holds his cleaver Floyd | above a severed calf's head, looking expectantly at the boy as though Floyd | demonstrating the proper technique. The boy, holding a smaller cleaver Floyd | of his own, looks on attentively. It would be reminiscent of something Floyd | by Norman Rockwell, except for the frankly alarming amount of gore. Floyd | The aprons and faces of both master and apprentice are streaked with Floyd | blood; blood pools on the chopping block and overspills the gutters; Floyd | blood drips from the walls and from the skinned carcasses that can be Floyd | seen hanging in the background. The two butchers stand ankle-deep in a Floyd | reeking abattoir. Floyd | Floyd | And... there's something wrong with the boy. Most of his body is Floyd | hidden behind the chopping block, but there are details about the Floyd | parts you can see that... don't seem to fit quite right. The arm Floyd | holding the cleaver is slightly misshapen, for example, the fingers Floyd | deformed in a way that you can't quite make out. And his neck seems Floyd | just a bit too thick, and his head seems just a bit too large and Floyd | blocky. His face looks normal enough, except that it seems to have Floyd | been placed just slightly off-center. It's a very subtly disturbing Floyd | effect. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "finally, a repeat." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I suspect we've seen most of the paintings now." | ||
| DavidW says, "I agree." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Perhaps even all." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "No greasy plates, I see." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search luggage" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH LUGGAGE Floyd | Floyd | Honestly, you just can't muster enough motivation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x rug" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RUG Floyd | Floyd | The rug has a rustic, quilt-like pattern to it, and it covers all but Floyd | the outer edges of the hardwood floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under it" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER IT Floyd | Floyd | You lift one corner of the rug and look underneath. Nothing but dust Floyd | and floorboards. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under sofa" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER SOFA Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you ascend. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Cell Floyd | A cramped little annex off the main attic, with a tiny, shuttered Floyd | window high up on the north wall. A pile of mouldering straw in the Floyd | corner and what looks like pencil marks on the lower part of the walls Floyd | seem to indicate that someone lived here once. Or, possibly, was kept Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "> search sofa | You find a crowbar. Huh. How did that get there?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get straw" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET STRAW Floyd | Floyd | The straw is filthy, and you have absolutely no desire to carry Floyd | handfuls of it around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x marks" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MARKS Floyd | Floyd | They look like a child's drawings, made with pencil or some kind of Floyd | charcoal. Most of them are smudged and faded, but you can make out Floyd | stick figures here and there, and the occasional, lollipop-shaped Floyd | tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||
Floyd ] Attic Cell day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | You can't; the window is painted shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Weird. I woke up feeling nice and relaxed. Now I am sleepy as heck." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Okay, I'm really not sure where else to look now." | ||
| DavidW says, "This is like when we didn't know to visit the brick wall on day two." | ||
| DavidW says, "We've obviously missed something, but we have no idea what." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Yeah, I guess, but where to revisit?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This type of situation is probably why people don't play IF more often." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "unlock back door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK BACK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the flask into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | (closing the flask first) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You unlock the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x forest" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FOREST Floyd | Floyd | The woods are ancient, thick with undergrowth and full of shadows. Floyd | Branches creak, leaves rustle beneath unseen, half-imagined footsteps, Floyd | and strange birdcalls echo through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The undergrowth is too thick in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Stooping to avoid the sharp, bare twigs that snag your clothes and Floyd | seem to reach greedily for your eyes, you pick your way through the Floyd | undergrowth to a small clearing. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x crypt" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CRYPT Floyd | Floyd | Grimly carved letters over the door spell out a single name: "VERLAC". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the iron door first) Floyd | The faint echo of dripping water and a musty smell of decay grow Floyd | stronger as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | In the Crypt Floyd | The air is clammy and frigid, the stone walls damp and streaked with Floyd | mud and lichen. Pale, swollen roots push through cracks in the Floyd | masonry. The smell of damp corruption is almost overpowering here, Floyd | though the stairs to the south lead toward fresher air. Floyd | Floyd | The walls of this chamber contain dozens of wide, shallow niches; in Floyd | each niche, a coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x walls" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WALLS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x roots" | ||
Floyd ] In the Crypt day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ROOTS Floyd | Floyd | The fleshy, tuberous roots seem to be probing their way through the Floyd | walls like so many dead, swollen fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You involuntary take a deep breath of fresh air as you leave the Floyd | clammy, foetid depths of the crypt behind. Floyd | Floyd | Family Plot Floyd | Old, moss-slimed tombstones, many broken off and leaning crazily like Floyd | an old man's teeth, poke up from the soft, mulchy earth. In their Floyd | midst stands an ancient marble crypt, its heavy iron door nearly Floyd | obscured by thick draperies of ivy. The trees press close around this Floyd | quiet enclave of death, leaning together over your head as if sharing Floyd | secrets. A gap in the undergrowth to the southeast reveals a narrow Floyd | gravel path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Family Plot day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the iron door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "lock it" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOCK IT Floyd | Floyd | You lock the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x wires" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WIRES Floyd | Floyd | The wiring runs back and forth across the ceiling in every direction Floyd | -- wrapped around timbers, in and out of rusted, broken conduits, Floyd | crossing and re-crossing itself in a dozen places. You can see several Floyd | places where the insulation is cracked or stripped altogether. It's Floyd | enough to send any self-respecting fire marshall into conniptions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Storage Floyd | Old crates and boxes piled high against the walls make this room seem Floyd | even smaller and dingier than it actually is, which is saying a lot. A Floyd | doorway lies north; the other walls contain nothing but shadows and Floyd | dirt-filled corners. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Interesting. For some reason I felt like we were close to the end last week. But we are so not." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x crates" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CRATES Floyd | Floyd | The accumulated junk of almost four centuries' worth of one family's Floyd | strangeness. Most of it is old linens, moth-eaten clothes, newspaper Floyd | clippings -- exciting stuff like that. There's far more here than you Floyd | could ever go through, even if you had the inclination to. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We have the mill, asylum, and lighthouse unexplored." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search them" | ||
Floyd ] Storage day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THEM Floyd | Floyd | It would take years to properly sort through all this junk. Just Floyd | thinking about it makes you tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I can't imagine what we're searching is behind the secret door." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | A cold, noiseless draft coils through the narrow entrance hall. You Floyd | shiver, wondering where it came from. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I do think we're meant to go through the hatch from the sewers, but we ought to have found something in our recent visit to the church to make it possible, I suspect." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x sketches" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SKETCHES Floyd | Floyd | The sketches are charcoal on yellowed paper, pictures of the Floyd | surrounding countryside. They're quite pretty, actually, lending an Floyd | air of comfort to an otherwise cold and moribund house. Each drawing Floyd | is initialed in the corner - "J.W.V. - '95". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MIRROR Floyd | Floyd | A flawless mirror in a beautifully scrolled walnut frame. It's about Floyd | as tall as you are. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, we're surely meant to leave through the hatch." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look in mirror" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN MIRROR Floyd | Floyd | You look good, considering you're filthy from splashing around in the Floyd | sewers and soaking wet. A bit rattled by recent events, perhaps, but Floyd | well-poised and collected, all the same. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x radiator" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RADIATOR Floyd | Floyd | The radiator runs on gas, not electricity, which is why it's even Floyd | working at all. It's quiet and it keeps the room cozy, which is all Floyd | you really need it to do, so everything seems to be in order there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BED Floyd | Floyd | Thick, goose-down mattress, linen sheets, feather pillows, gauze Floyd | canopy -- it's about the most beautiful, inviting bed you've ever Floyd | seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under it" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER IT Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x tub" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TUB Floyd | Floyd | It looks deep enough to swim in. You could spend hours soaking in that Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x doors" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOORS Floyd | Floyd | Each door is carved from a single piece of mahogany, and polished to a Floyd | deep, rich shine. The doors are open. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe Michael's laptop runs on gas too." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Well, we're nearing the two hour mark." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Gas-powered laptop sounds... dangerous." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm thinking we must've missed something in the church, that we should've got something besides a key and a robe outta there." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Children's Bedroom Floyd | This must be the children's bedroom. The bed is smaller than the one Floyd | in the master bedroom, its bright coverlet providing one of the few Floyd | feeble splashes of color in what must have been, for most of its Floyd | history, a joylessly Puritan household. A small vanity table occupies Floyd | the opposite wall, and in the corner under the window stands an Floyd | ancient crib. The only exit is to the north. Floyd | Floyd | A child's jewelry box sits on the corner of the vanity, its lid open. Floyd | Floyd | The bed has been pushed away from the wall slightly, revealing a Floyd | ragged hole in the paneling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x vanity" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X VANITY Floyd | Floyd | A simple vanity table, scaled down for a child, spartan in design and Floyd | almost wholly without decoration. It's hard to imagine keeping any Floyd | sort of makeup or jewelry on it, but then again, vanity of even the Floyd | most innocent kind was probably discouraged in most of the Verlac Floyd | children. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Where do you suppose Michael is?" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "In the void where unused NPCs stay when unneeded?" | ||
| DavidW says, "yes, well." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe he joined the mob on the bridge." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "um\" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I don't think he blends in at this point" | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm annoyed we were called 'the woman' by the mob. I think they should use our name." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay. Gotta run for my 10 o'clock." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I'm not sure they care about us beyond murderous intent." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Good luck, y'all." | ||
| DavidW says, "thanks." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Thanks." | ||
| DavidW says, "I need a quick bathroom break." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But I'm not sure we'll get much done beyond this." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Break sounds good though." | ||
| DavidW says, "back" | ||
| DavidW asks, "I wonder if there was a way into the belfry?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe there was." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cfanchormaybestuck" | ||
Floyd ] Children's Bedroom day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cfanchorchurch" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search body" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BODY Floyd | Floyd | Gingerly, trying to avoid the worst of the blood, you lift the woman's Floyd | lapel, hoping to find something -- identification, maybe. Her wallet Floyd | is missing; however, you do find, tucked into the pocket of her Floyd | blazer, a small, steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x body" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BODY Floyd | Floyd | It's the dead body of a woman. Her head has been raggedly hacked away, Floyd | and her clothes above the waist are soaked through with blood. As you Floyd | fight to control your rising gorge, you note that the body cannot have Floyd | been here for very long; the decay, though bad, is not very far Floyd | advanced. She must have been killed within the last couple of days at Floyd | most. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x benson" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BENSON Floyd | Floyd | It's the dead body of a woman. Her head has been raggedly hacked away, Floyd | and her clothes above the waist are soaked through with blood. As you Floyd | fight to control your rising gorge, you note that the body cannot have Floyd | been here for very long; the decay, though bad, is not very far Floyd | advanced. She must have been killed within the last couple of days at Floyd | most. Floyd | Floyd | A skittering movement from the corpse makes you jump. When you look Floyd | again, you see it's only an insect crawling across her blouse. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "yep, she's the missing woman." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x furnace" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FURNACE Floyd | Floyd | It's a big, pot-bellied iron furnace, blackened from years of use, Floyd | with a hatch on one side and numerous twisting pipes which snake out Floyd | of the top and grope their way up to the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You can just make out a fresh bloodstain underneath the hatch. It Floyd | drips down the side of the furnace in several streaks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | Your throat tightens as you slowly open the bloodstained hatch... Floyd | Floyd | Slow horror washes over you. You found exactly what you expected to Floyd | find, of course. It's the real estate agent's severed head. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh dear" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get head" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET HEAD Floyd | Floyd | You'd just as soon leave the repulsive thing alone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x head" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HEAD Floyd | Floyd | It's the gore-spattered head of the real estate agent -- you recognize Floyd | her from the cover of a brochure she sent you in the mail several Floyd | months ago. The eyes are still open and the mouth thrown wide in a Floyd | silent scream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search furnace" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH FURNACE Floyd | Floyd | In the wood-burning furnace is the real estate agent's severed head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search head" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH HEAD Floyd | Floyd | You'd just as soon leave the repulsive thing alone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not what we wanted to find." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close eyes" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE EYES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put all in pocket" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL IN POCKET Floyd | Floyd | small steel key: You slip the small steel key into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | broken padlock: You slip the broken padlock into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | teddy bear: You slip the teddy bear into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | tattered drawing: You slip the tattered drawing into the pocket of Floyd | your trenchcoat. Floyd | broom: The broom is too long to fit in your pockets, deep though they Floyd | are. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x trap door" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TRAP DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The boards are old and warped, but still quite sturdy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x beetles" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x beetles" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BEETLES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BEETLES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Jinx" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Empty Stairwell Floyd | This alcove used to house a stairwell leading up and down; now it Floyd | contains only a few rotted boards jutting from the walls and an empty Floyd | shaft dropping down out of sight. Above you hang the broken-off Floyd | remains of the stairs leading up to the ground floor, the last Floyd | shattered riser only a couple of tantalizing feet out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x shaft" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHAFT Floyd | Floyd | The walls of the shaft are rough stone, dropping down farther than you Floyd | can see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "throw broom in shaft" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > THROW BROOM IN SHAFT Floyd | Floyd | The broom drops down out of sight, and a few seconds later you hear a Floyd | faint splash. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "We got all from here?" | |
| DavidW asks, "From cellar and stairwell?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x stairs" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > X STAIRS Floyd | Floyd | It looks as though it might bear your weight; unfortunately it's just Floyd | a couple of feet beyond your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess, unless there's a loose floorboard." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x floorboards" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FLOORBOARDS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I'll take your word for it, game." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Empty Stairwell Floyd | This alcove used to house a stairwell leading up and down; now it Floyd | contains only a few rotted boards jutting from the walls and an empty Floyd | shaft dropping down out of sight. Above you hang the broken-off Floyd | remains of the stairs leading up to the ground floor, the last Floyd | shattered riser only a couple of tantalizing feet out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Does that shaft mean that we could exit the church now?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I suspect not..." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf27" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I didn't realize the shaft went down as well as up at this point." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump into shaft" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP INTO SHAFT Floyd | Floyd | The pit at your feet is dark and fathomless; there's no way to safely Floyd | descend from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Yeah. Where's a slowfall spell when you need one?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a few steps back, draw in a deep breath, and make a dash for Floyd | the edge. At the last possible second you jump, sailing out over the Floyd | pit as you make a desperate grab for the bottom riser... Floyd | Floyd | ... and catch it. Floyd | Floyd | The riser bends ominously under your weight but doesn't give. Panting, Floyd | you haul yourself up onto the creaking stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs stop short about seven feet shy of the basement floor, the Floyd | bottom-most steps hanging suspended over an empty shaft that descends Floyd | beyond sight into the shadowy depths. What's left of the structure Floyd | creaks and shifts uneasily under your feet. At the top of the stairs Floyd | to the north, a doorway opens onto the ground floor of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking under your feet is getting louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | through a shadowy doorway to the south you can see stairs leading Floyd | down. Floyd | Floyd | Piled in one dusty corner is a heap of old cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get cloth" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET CLOTH Floyd | Floyd | You shake the cloth out, revealing it to be a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | From the stairwell behind you there is a sudden, painful shriek of Floyd | nails ripping out of stone, a loud, protracted splintering, and Floyd | finally a thunderous crash that seems to echo up the shaft from far Floyd | below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x robe" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ROBE Floyd | Floyd | The robe is made of some rough, heavy material, dyed a deep, murky Floyd | red, like old wine. Its voluminous folds would easily cover you head Floyd | to toe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | At least a dozen sturdy boards have been nailed across the sturdy oak Floyd | doors; even with proper tools, it would take you days to pry them Floyd | loose. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | a shadowy doorway to the south leads to further darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x doorway" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOORWAY Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x cross" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CROSS Floyd | Floyd | From the way it fell, it looks as though it must have been hung Floyd | upside-down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm wondering if the ladder can be pulled up from the top end." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Wasn't it bolted?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x pulpit" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PULPIT Floyd | Floyd | Where once fiery-tongued preachers harangued congregations of quaking Floyd | Puritans, now there is simply a dusty wooden box on its end. Sitting Floyd | atop it is a huge, black-bound tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push box" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BOX Floyd | Floyd | You press various panels, hoping to discover a secret catch, but find Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push pulpit" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH PULPIT Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search pews" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH PEWS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through windows" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH WINDOWS Floyd | Floyd | Boards nailed across the windows on the outside prevent you from Floyd | seeing out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Chapel Floyd | This little room behind the chapel is hardly bigger than a broom Floyd | closet. A ladder bolted to the wall leads up through a hatch, Floyd | presumably up into the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x ladder" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LADDER Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It is bolted." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Steeple Floyd | A tiny space inside the tip of the church's steeple, barely five feet Floyd | across, the walls tapering to only two feet across some twelve feet Floyd | above your head. There is a narrow window, but it seems to have been Floyd | painted black at some point. The only exit seems to be the ladder from Floyd | which you just emerged. Floyd | Floyd | An old length of rope dangles down from a square hole cut in the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | The window is adamantly stuck shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking narrow window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break window" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You jump on the spot, fruitlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the square hole) Floyd | You can't quite see what's up there, but you assume it must lead to Floyd | the belfry. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter hole" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the square hole) Floyd | The square hole is well out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump into hole" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP INTO HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the square hole) Floyd | The square hole is well out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL ROPE Floyd | Floyd | You tug on the rope, but it seems firmly attached to whatever it's Floyd | tied to at the top of the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "climb it" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB IT Floyd | Floyd | You haul yourself up onto the rope, bringing your whole weight to Floyd | bear. It holds for about three seconds -- then there is a sharp snap Floyd | from above you and a muffled clank. The rope falls, spilling you to Floyd | the floor amidst an untidy tangle of coils. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Steeple Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ALL Floyd | Floyd | hooded robe: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove coat" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE COAT Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop coat" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP COAT Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your clothes and your wedding ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You haul yourself up onto the rope, bringing your whole weight to Floyd | bear. It holds for about three seconds -- then there is a sharp snap Floyd | from above you and a muffled clank. The rope falls, spilling you to Floyd | the floor amidst an untidy tangle of coils. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "okay, lessening our weight didn't help any." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah. Unfortunate." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL Floyd | Floyd | trenchcoat: Taken. Floyd | hooded robe: Taken. Floyd | length of rope: You pick up the length of rope. It's about twenty feet Floyd | long, frayed in a few places but still sturdy enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to hook" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > TIE ROPE TO HOOK Floyd | Floyd | There's no good spot on the meat hook to tie the rope to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x ladder" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LADDER Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take ladder" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LADDER Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pull it" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL IT Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "> ride batpole" | |
| DavidW says, "> push secret ladder extension button" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I fear the church wasn't what we were missing after all." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a length of rope and a hooded Floyd | robe. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a tattered drawing, a teddy Floyd | bear, a broken padlock, a small steel key, a meat hook, a newspaper, a Floyd | strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a flashlight Floyd | (providing light), a keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper Floyd | key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's Floyd | faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open but Floyd | empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a Floyd | family album, a book of matches with six matches left, a torn journal, Floyd | a typewritten notice, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x opener" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OPENER Floyd | Floyd | It's a rather ornate thing, with a silver hilt and a slim, sharp tip. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Except, logically, the game didn't want us to open the hatch any earlier than this." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "True." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Steeple Floyd | A tiny space inside the tip of the church's steeple, barely five feet Floyd | across, the walls tapering to only two feet across some twelve feet Floyd | above your head. There is a narrow window, but it seems to have been Floyd | painted black at some point. The only exit seems to be the ladder from Floyd | which you just emerged. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb walls" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB WALLS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Continue into the sewers, reload the other save, or is there still something to be done here after all?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb wall" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB WALL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb window" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | You won't get very far climbing that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Chapel Floyd | This little room behind the chapel is hardly bigger than a broom Floyd | closet. A ladder bolted to the wall leads up through a hatch, Floyd | presumably up into the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take ladder" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LADDER Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search cross" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH CROSS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push cross" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH CROSS Floyd | Floyd | The cross is too heavy for you to lift. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb cross" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB CROSS Floyd | Floyd | You won't get very far climbing that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on pulpit" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > STAND ON PULPIT Floyd | Floyd | You can't stand on the pulpit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > KICK TOME Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN TOME Floyd | Floyd | The book is already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE TOME Floyd | Floyd | Strange; the spine won't bend. The book is rigid as a board and will Floyd | not close. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH TOME Floyd | Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE TOME Floyd | Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TOME Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH TOME Floyd | Floyd | It lies open atop the pulpit, thicker than an unabridged dictionary. Floyd | Its thousands of yellowed, crinkly pages are bound in a strange black Floyd | material that looks like some kind of hide but clearly isn't leather. Floyd | Your first thought was that it might be a Bible, but a glance is Floyd | sufficient to tell you otherwise. The text within is arranged in two Floyd | columns, the first in what looks like Latin, the second a translation Floyd | in English. There are illustrations, as well: horrible icons that make Floyd | your skin crawl to look at. Floyd | Floyd | As you lean closer over the pages to make out the words in this dim Floyd | light, the letters seem to writhe and crawl across the page, twisting Floyd | themselves into strange combinations, horrible words that you've never Floyd | read before... and yet, somehow, you can understand their repulsive Floyd | meaning. Something about a "Blessed Event", which will happen very Floyd | soon, and a hideous god whose name may not be spoken... Floyd | Floyd | Is this the book that was preached in this church before it fell to Floyd | ruin? Are these the gods these people worshipped? You want to tear Floyd | your eyes from the page in revulsion, but some small, gleefully filthy Floyd | part of you wants to keep reading, to uncover the secrets that the Floyd | people of Anchorhead uncovered... Floyd | Floyd | Will you read on? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "Ialdabaoloth" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > IALDABAOLOTH Floyd | Floyd | The blasphemous syllables crawl loathsomely from your lips. The word Floyd | lingers in the air like a cyst -- just hearing the sound of it makes Floyd | you nauseous. Nature itself seems to draw back from the sound, as Floyd | though horrified by your very voice. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "well, I'm stuck." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess I'll restore back to the other save." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | DavidW says, "well, this one has the broom" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I'm back" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Y'all are still at it, eh?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Right, the broom" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We are still at it yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd | %% Critical error.
Floyd | %% Message: stream_open_file: unable to open file.
Floyd ] Chapel day three
Floyd | Restore failed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "We found the real estate agent's head, but otherwise nothing new." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Oops" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | a shadowy doorway to the south leads to further darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs are completely gone, now. All that's left is a narrow ledge Floyd | overlooking an empty shaft, and a fair portion of the railing still Floyd | nailed to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "It didn't restore." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, on purpose." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "tie rope to railing" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > TIE ROPE TO RAILING Floyd | Floyd | You tie the rope securely to the railing, letting the other end dangle Floyd | down into the dark shaft. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "drop robe in shaft" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ROBE IN SHAFT Floyd | Floyd | The hooded robe drops down out of sight, and a few seconds later you Floyd | hear a faint splash. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Hanging From the Rope day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Gripping the end of the rope tightly, you lower yourself off the edge Floyd | and shimmy down into the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging From the Rope Floyd | Your feet dangle over empty space. Looking down, you can barely make Floyd | out a faint glimmer of water, far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Hanging From the Rope day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You'd have to let go of the rope to do that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath, shut your eyes tight, say a quick prayer... Floyd | and let go of the rope. Floyd | Floyd | The heart-stopping plunge lasts only a second or two before you hit Floyd | shockingly cold water. Your flashlight goes out and blackness Floyd | envelopes you. Water rushes into your mouth and nose; the stone bottom Floyd | slams into your side and nearly knocks the wind out of you... and then Floyd | you find your feet, and your head breaks the surface. Blindly, you Floyd | thrash about until you find higher ground, and you crawl, choking and Floyd | sputtering, feeling cold brick beneath your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight must not be quite as waterproof as you originally Floyd | thought; the beam flickers unsteadily, and you have to bang it against Floyd | the palm of your hand a couple of times to get it to work. Floyd | Floyd | Vaulted Tunnel Floyd | The walls of this long, rectangular chamber are made of crumbling Floyd | brick, not concrete; most likely it was built at some earlier period Floyd | than the rest of the tunnels. The ceiling is lost in darkness above Floyd | you, but from the sounds of the echoes it must be pretty high. Water Floyd | flowing in from the northwestern tunnel has pooled in a depression Floyd | sunk into the limestone floor, becoming quite deep near the far end. Floyd | Floyd | The shattered wreckage of the church stairway lies half submerged in Floyd | the water-filled depression. You're lucky to have missed it in your Floyd | fall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a hooded robe and a broom here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET ALL Floyd | Floyd | hooded robe: Taken. Floyd | broom: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x stairway" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X STAIRWAY Floyd | Floyd | Rusty nails and jagged, broken boards jut from the water like teeth. Floyd | You're very lucky you weren't impaled when you fell. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight beam flickers uncertainly for a moment, then comes back Floyd | a bit weaker than before. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight beam flickers uncertainly for a moment, then comes back Floyd | a bit weaker than before. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put opener under hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT OPENER UNDER HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hit hinges with opener" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > HIT HINGES WITH OPENER Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the letter opener) Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "scratch hinges with opener" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SCRATCH HINGES WITH OPENER Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push hatch with opener" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH HATCH WITH OPENER Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted Floyd | nearly solid. You can't make it budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "clean hinges with opener" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLEAN HINGES WITH OPENER Floyd | Floyd | It doesn't get much cleaner. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a letter opener, a broom and a Floyd | hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a tattered drawing, a teddy Floyd | bear, a broken padlock, a small steel key, a meat hook, a newspaper, a Floyd | strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a flashlight Floyd | (providing light), a keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper Floyd | key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's Floyd | faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open but Floyd | empty), a flask (which is closed), a slip of paper, a family album, a Floyd | book of matches with six matches left, a torn journal, a typewritten Floyd | notice, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | That doesn't seem to be something you can unlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "push hatch with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH HATCH WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge and tug, but the hinges are rusted Floyd | nearly solid. You can't make it budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x edge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X EDGE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x edges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X EDGES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hinge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HINGE Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x rust" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RUST Floyd | Floyd | (the broken padlock) Floyd | It's little more than a twisted hunk of torn metal. You'd hardly even Floyd | guess it was ever used as a padlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x rust hinge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RUST HINGE Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE HATCH Floyd | Floyd | That's already closed. Floyd | Floyd | It is now pitch dark in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "There goes the flashlight." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHAKE FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flashlight) Floyd | You jiggle the flashlight a bit and slap it against your palm, but it Floyd | doesn't seem to improve the situation much. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "So, is it on a timer after the water?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You flip the switch on and off uselessly. The water must have finally Floyd | done your poor flashlight in. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It must be." | |
| DavidW says, "It seems so" | ||
| DavidW says, "And with only six matches, our lantern is on an implicit timer too." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | There's really no point in taking the batteries out; you don't have Floyd | any spares anyway. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, ">pour battery acid on hinges" | |
| DavidW says, "> pour Jake's Extra-Spicy Inferno Sauce on hinges" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour battery acid on hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR BATTERY ACID ON HINGES Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to pour the flashlight. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm not being very serious." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward in the dark, smacking your head painfully against Floyd | a wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get match" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET MATCH Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the letter opener into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the flashlight into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | The lantern is now lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the small metal door first) Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | At the edge of the forest, on the west side of the road, stand the Floyd | rotted stump and twisted sapling from your dream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You walk a bit farther down the road, but it doesn't seem to lead Floyd | anywhere, and the shadows grow thicker the farther down you go. After Floyd | a while you turn back, unable to suppress a shiver. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Trampled Path day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Trampled Path Floyd | The tangled undergrowth has been beaten down in a path leading roughly Floyd | from the east to the southwest. Shrubs and grass have been flattened Floyd | and pushed aside, vines torn down, and small trees bent or even Floyd | snapped in half, as though something heavy with huge, flat feet had Floyd | simply trampled its way through. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe we need a stick of dynamite from the old abandoned coal mine." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Hrm." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Slaughterhouse Floyd | The decayed remains of an old slaughterhouse stand here, now little Floyd | more than a shell of crumbling brick and gaping holes, surrounded by a Floyd | clearing of yellow, sickly grass. A path leads northeast, back toward Floyd | the road; to the west, a gaping hole that might once have been a Floyd | doorway leads into the rotting building. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | Faint tracks mark the dirt here; large, rounded footprints tracking Floyd | back and forth across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Slaughterhouse Floyd | The decayed remains of an old slaughterhouse stand here, now little Floyd | more than a shell of crumbling brick and gaping holes, surrounded by a Floyd | clearing of yellow, sickly grass. A path leads northeast, back toward Floyd | the road; to the west, a gaping hole that might once have been a Floyd | doorway leads into the rotting building. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Trampled Path day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Trampled Path Floyd | The tangled undergrowth has been beaten down in a path leading roughly Floyd | from the east to the southwest. Shrubs and grass have been flattened Floyd | and pushed aside, vines torn down, and small trees bent or even Floyd | snapped in half, as though something heavy with huge, flat feet had Floyd | simply trampled its way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | At the edge of the forest, on the west side of the road, stand the Floyd | rotted stump and twisted sapling from your dream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x doors" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOORS Floyd | Floyd | Through the pebbled glass you can see a light on inside, but nothing Floyd | else is visible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open doors" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOORS Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You hear only silence, and your own breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "listen on doors" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN ON DOORS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "listen to doors" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN TO DOORS Floyd | Floyd | You hear only silence, and your own breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Can we look up Jeffrey in the birth records?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "knock on doors" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > KNOCK ON DOORS Floyd | Floyd | You rap quietly on the door, but the only response is an odd, sudden Floyd | hush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Birth Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up jeffrey" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JEFFREY Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Jeffrey Greer: born August 4, 1989. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "thanks" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Death Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up jeffrey" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JEFFREY Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | The boy isn't dead yet; the fear is that he might be by the time Floyd | anyone finds him. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, he dead" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "We know better now." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bulb" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BULB Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "yell and run into the alley?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > YELL Floyd | Floyd | Come now; you're not that frightened. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | (first taking the strange metal flute) Floyd | (slipping the book of matches into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. The sound lingers in the air for a moment, Floyd | then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put flute in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FLUTE IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute in the trenchcoat) Floyd | You slip the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "call mob" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > CALL MOB Floyd | Floyd | You'd probably have better luck if you were near a phone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put hook in iron ring" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT HOOK IN IRON RING Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the meat hook) Floyd | The iron ring is high out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put hook in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT HOOK IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | You slip the meat hook into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "We have two possible avenues, I think. Getting through the hatch, or getting into the asylum." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x mob" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MOB Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x group" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GROUP Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk have gathered in a small crowd on Whateley Bridge. Word Floyd | of your snooping must have gotten around quickly; these fellows are Floyd | obviously not taking any chances on the possibility of you escaping Floyd | from the church, and are keeping a sharp lookout. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "wave coat" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > WAVE COAT Floyd | Floyd | You look ridiculous waving the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "We might try jumping off the bridge or listening from underneath?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf28" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | A group of wary-looking townsfolk has gathered, keeping a watchful eye Floyd | on the streets leading to and from the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk turn toward you as you walk blithely up to them. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, someone's finger jabs out at you. "It's the woman!" He Floyd | shouts. "Get her!!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "jump off bridge" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP OFF BRIDGE Floyd | Floyd | Throwing caution to the wind, you clamber up onto the parapet and leap Floyd | off into space. A moment later you are plunged chest-deep into Floyd | shockingly cold water. The current is not strong, however, and you Floyd | quickly thrash your way over to a small ledge underneath the bridge, Floyd | having suffered little worse than a ruined pair of slacks. Floyd | Floyd | Above you, you can hear shouts from the villagers as they peer over Floyd | the sides of the bridge. It's obvious they think you must been taken Floyd | by the current and don't realize that you're hiding right beneath Floyd | them. It looks like you've bought yourself a little time. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | The water laps quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean Floyd | sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Still there." | |
| DavidW says, "hm. They didn't follow." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x group" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GROUP Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk have gathered in a small crowd on Whateley Bridge. Word Floyd | of your snooping must have gotten around quickly; these fellows are Floyd | obviously not taking any chances on the possibility of you escaping Floyd | from the church, and are keeping a sharp lookout. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove coat" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE COAT Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear robe" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You put on the hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull hood" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL HOOD Floyd | Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | The voluminous robe covers you from head to foot. As long as no one Floyd | looks too closely under the hood, it makes a pretty effective Floyd | disguise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | A group of wary-looking townsfolk has gathered, keeping a watchful eye Floyd | on the streets leading to and from the bridge. Floyd | There is no time to run. Heavy boots on the cobblestones; hands Floyd | lunging toward you -- they are everywhere, grabbing you from every Floyd | side, immobilizing you. Someone's huge, calloused paw closes around Floyd | your windpipe and starts to squeeze. Just before you black out, you Floyd | can feel yourself being lifted off your feet... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 46 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove robe" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You take off the hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Now there isn't even a grace period anymore." | |
| DavidW says, "I guess not." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "remove coat" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE COAT Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "wear robe" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You put on the hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Gonna try the robe look for Chuckie?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask guard about key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK GUARD ABOUT KEY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT KEY Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the keys, the small copper key or the large cell Floyd | key? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about large key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT LARGE KEY Floyd | Floyd | "You know what this thing is hanging off my belt?" gloats the orderly, Floyd | patting the key proudly. "I'll tell you what it is: it's fuckin' Floyd | responsibility, that's what it is. And don't you touch it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "guard, give key to me" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > GUARD, GIVE KEY TO ME
Floyd |
Floyd | You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "chuck, give key to me" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > CHUCK, GIVE KEY TO ME
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "'guard' isn't a synonym." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, I keep forgetting." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x plant" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PLANT Floyd | Floyd | The consumptive-looking plant probably hasn't been watered in over a Floyd | month, yet somehow it clings tenaciously to life and a certain dull, Floyd | scraggly greenness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "Ialdabaoloth" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > IALDABAOLOTH Floyd | Floyd | The blasphemous syllables crawl loathsomely from your lips. The word Floyd | lingers in the air like a cyst -- just hearing the sound of it makes Floyd | you nauseous. Nature itself seems to draw back from the sound, as Floyd | though horrified by your very voice. Floyd | Floyd | The orderly stares at you, dumbfounded. "Man," he breathes, "that was Floyd | some seriously fucked up shit." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Feel like watering the plant?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get large key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET LARGE KEY Floyd | Floyd | The orderly slaps your hand away. "Nice try, lady, " he sneers, "but I Floyd | got eyes in the back of my head; I'm like a fuckin' hawk." Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "We could try." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You pass through the gate and down the stone steps, which curve Floyd | northwest as they lead down to the edge of the river. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe we should've Ialdaetc'd the crowd on the bridge when we had the chance." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask with water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK WITH WATER Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flask) Floyd | The flask has to be open before you can fill it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open flask" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN FLASK Floyd | Floyd | You open the flask. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask with water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK WITH WATER Floyd | Floyd | You dip the flask into the Miskaton, collecting a small quantity of Floyd | river water. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I suspect it wouldn't have helped much." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "pour water on plant" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR WATER ON PLANT Floyd | Floyd | You dump the small quantity of river water onto the plant, figuring Floyd | anything must be an improvement. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Heh." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x plant" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PLANT Floyd | Floyd | The consumptive-looking plant probably hasn't been watered in over a Floyd | month, yet somehow it clings tenaciously to life and a certain dull, Floyd | scraggly greenness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You pass through the gate and down the stone steps, which curve Floyd | northwest as they lead down to the edge of the river. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask with water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK WITH WATER Floyd | Floyd | You dip the flask into the Miskaton, collecting a small quantity of Floyd | river water. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at your clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "fill flask with water" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > FILL FLASK WITH WATER Floyd | Floyd | (the small quantity of river water) Floyd | There's already a small quantity of river water in the flask; filling Floyd | it with small quantity of river water would only make a mess. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Odd, i'd have thought it would make a larger quantity. ;)" | |
| DavidW says, "two quantities is one quantity too many!" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But yeah, fluids are tricksy." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Should we stop here for today?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I guess. That's three hours and we're soooo stuck." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cfanchordamnhatch" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "heh" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "It's the truth." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > QUIT
Floyd |
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit?
| ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit?
Floyd | > YES
Floyd | debugcheapnitfol quit with exit status: 0
| ||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | ||
| Ellison has disconnected. | DavidW says, "thanks for the game" | |
| *** Session 6 *** | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask anchor" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd ]
Floyd ]
Floyd ]
Floyd ] The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind
Floyd ] is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind
Floyd ] of fear is fear of the unknown.
Floyd ]
Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft
Floyd ]
Floyd ]
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | A N C H O R H E A D
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | [Press 'R' to restore; any other key to begin]
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| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | November, 1997.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to
Floyd | spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that
Floyd | blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the
Floyd | little coastal town of Anchorhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | Squinting up into the glowering storm, you wonder how everything
Floyd | managed to happen so fast. The strange phone call over a month ago,
Floyd | from a lawyer claiming to represent the estate of some distant branch
Floyd | of Michael's family, was bewildering enough in itself... but then the
Floyd | sudden whirlwind of planning and decisions, legal details and travel
Floyd | arrangements, the packing up and shipping away of your entire home,
Floyd | your entire life...
Floyd |
Floyd | Now suddenly here you are, after driving for the past two days
Floyd | straight, over a thousand miles away from the familiar warmth of
Floyd | Texas, getting ready to move into the ancestral mansion of a clan of
Floyd | relatives so far removed that not even Michael has ever heard of them.
Floyd | And you've only been married since June and none of this was any of
Floyd | your idea in the first place, and already it's starting to rain.
Floyd |
Floyd | These days, you often find yourself feeling confused and uprooted.
Floyd |
Floyd | You shake yourself and force the melancholy thoughts from your head,
Floyd | trying to focus on the errand at hand. You're to meet with the real
Floyd | estate agent and pick up the keys to your new house while Michael runs
Floyd | across town to take care of some paperwork at the university. He'll be
Floyd | back to pick you up in a few minutes, and then the two of you can
Floyd | begin the long, precarious process of settling in.
Floyd |
Floyd | A sullen belch emanates from the clouds, and the rain starts coming
Floyd | down harder -- fat, cold drops smacking loudly against the
Floyd | cobblestones. Shouldn't it be snowing in New England at this time of
Floyd | year? With a sigh, you open your umbrella.
Floyd |
Floyd | Welcome to Anchorhead...
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] * THE FIRST DAY * Floyd ] Floyd ] I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern Floyd ] sea was upon me. Floyd ] Floyd ] -- H.P. Lovecraft Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day one Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD Floyd | An interactive gothic by Michael S. Gentry Floyd | Floyd | (Type HELP or ABOUT for some useful information.) Floyd | Floyd | Release 5 / Serial number 990206 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf28" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cfanchordamnhatch" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh right. We have light problems now." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "So one idea - we may be able to brute force the flute thing." | ||
| DavidW asks, "oh?" | ||
| DavidW says, "That seems unlikely. There's 7 holes that can be independently covered or left open." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "If we only need two holes covered, that is. One column reacted to one particular hole being covered." | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. okay." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Shall we try that then?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at your clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | Your hands are full. Floyd | You don't have the correct key. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing a hooded robe, your clothes and your wedding ring; in Floyd | addition, you have in your hands a flask (which is open), inside which Floyd | is a small quantity of river water, a lantern, a broom and your Floyd | trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put flask in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FLASK IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | (closing the flask first) Floyd | You slip the flask into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take keys" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEYS Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We seem to have a lot less items than usual." | |
| DavidW asks, "Where did we leave the flute?" | ||
| Knight_Otu exclaims, "Were did we leave the coat?!" | ||
| Plover says, "Hi" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, wait, it's that coat/robe nonsense." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove robe" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You take off the hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a keyring, on which are five keys Floyd | (a small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a lantern, a broom Floyd | and a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a flask (which is closed), a Floyd | meat hook, a strange metal flute, a book of matches with five matches Floyd | left, a flashlight, a letter opener, a tattered drawing, a teddy bear, Floyd | a broken padlock, a small steel key, a newspaper, a silver locket, a Floyd | gold locket, an animal's skull, Michael's faculty card, a bundle of Floyd | soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open but empty), a slip of paper, Floyd | a family album, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, your umbrella Floyd | and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Hi Plover!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | That's unlocked at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That inventory looks better." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x w" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > X W Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Plover enters from the south, through an unauthorized orange door. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | You don't have a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take match" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATCH Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the lantern into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | The match isn't lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | You really should take it out of your pocket first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm really messing this up." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cfanchordamnhatch" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove robe" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > REMOVE ROBE Floyd | Floyd | You take off the hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | The street leads north and south from here, and another road splits Floyd | off to the southwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | (slipping the lantern into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | That's unlocked at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take matchbox and lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATCHBOX AND LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take matches and lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATCHES AND LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | book of matches: (slipping the flask into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | (closing the flask first) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | lantern: (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take match" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATCH Floyd | Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | The lantern is now lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ugh, I need to pull up my notes on these bottles." | |
| DavidW says, "[LINK]" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Faded-pinot noir-" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn faded" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN FADED Floyd | Floyd | The bottle with the faded label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn pinot" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN PINOT Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of robust Pinot Noir rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "-cabernet-torn-cheval should be it." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn cabernet" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CABERNET Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of vintage Cabernet Sauvignon rotates a quarter-turn Floyd | clockwise, then snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn torn" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN TORN Floyd | Floyd | (the bottle with the torn label) Floyd | The bottle with the torn label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn cheval" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CHEVAL Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of light Cheval Blanc rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, Floyd | then snaps back with a loud "click". A rumbling grating sound suddenly Floyd | fills the wine cellar, and the racks and a portion of the stone wall Floyd | behind them swing back, revealing a dark passageway to the north from Floyd | which blows a hot, foul wind. Floyd | Floyd | A hot, howling wind gusts up from the depths of the passageway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You take a few cautious steps into the corridor, when the wall Floyd | suddenly slams shut behind you with a reverberating boom. You are Floyd | trapped! Floyd | Floyd | Windy Passage Floyd | The walls of this passageway are carved from solid rock with unearthly Floyd | precision; ten feet wide, ten feet high, perfectly smooth and Floyd | perfectly square. The passage runs north, sloping downward into the Floyd | depths of the hillside. A foul wind gusts intermittently from the Floyd | darkness below. Floyd | Floyd | Another blast of hot, foul-smelling air comes shrieking out of the Floyd | pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | The passageway ends here at a fathomless pit, a puckered circular hole Floyd | in the rock from which the foul wind seems to emanate, howling up from Floyd | the depths like a reeking banshee. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath and step out onto the bridge once again. On Floyd | your fourth step, the board beneath you snaps in two. You plunge Floyd | through the gap into the yawning blackness with a terrified shriek Floyd | that is lost amid the roaring wind. You are only able to panic for a Floyd | few moments, however, before the bone-shattering impact silences you. Floyd | The wind carries the smell of you quickly through subterranean Floyd | crevices, and your ruptured corpse provides a grand feast for the Floyd | scuttling carrion feeders that live on the pit's stony floor. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 46 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Damn bridge." | ||
| DavidW says, "Might have guessed that the bridge was only good for one crossing." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I think it was actually three crossings in this playthrough." | ||
| DavidW asks, "oh?" | ||
| Plover says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "As I remember, I remarked on the text being the same during those crossings." | |
| DavidW says (to Plover), "an UNDO isn't gonna help." | ||
| Plover says, "Sorry" | ||
| Plover says (to Floyd), "delta707" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > DELTA707 Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We might have to restart from the beginning of day 3." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "save is anchorday3 for that." | ||
| Plover runs out of the room, with a smile on his face. | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | DavidW asks, "And we still cross when we did but try to solve the flute problem then?" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "anchorday3" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | |
| DavidW says, "Remember we MUST do the telescope bit before the bottles." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | Michael stands here, frowning and absently rubbing at his forehead. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "So we need to spy on Michael." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a newspaper, a strange metal Floyd | flute, a silver locket and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a gold locket, a flashlight, a Floyd | keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper key, an old-fashioned Floyd | brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to Floyd | the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's faculty card, a bundle of Floyd | soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open), inside which is a strange Floyd | black disk, a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip of Floyd | paper, a family album, a book of matches with six matches left, a torn Floyd | journal, a typewritten notice, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask michael about laptop" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK MICHAEL ABOUT LAPTOP Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Goddammit, just leave me the hell alone, why don't you?" Michael Floyd | suddenly turns on you, baring his teeth and shaking his finger in your Floyd | face. "I can't even think with you bothering me like this! Fuck this," Floyd | he says, shaking his head. "Fuck this. I'm getting out of here. I need Floyd | to be alone for a while." Floyd | Floyd | He storms out of the room, and a few moments later you hear the front Floyd | door slam. Floyd | Floyd | For a moment you can only stand there in the empty house, shaky and Floyd | close to tears. You've had fights before, but never has Michael been Floyd | so vicious. And the worst part of it is, you know something is wrong Floyd | with him, something terrible, but you don't know what it is, or how to Floyd | fix it, or why it seems to be tearing your husband away from you. Floyd | You've never felt so utterly helpless. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Laptop's a sore topic it seems." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think it's ANY topic." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "We got two answers out of him the first time I believe." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We did Child's first last time." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah. I mismoved just now." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah, he's left the building." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Weird." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "g" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > G Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Ellison arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | DavidW says, "The sitting room hole is east from here." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look through hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay this is odd." | |
| DavidW says, "well, maybe confronting Michael at this time loses the game? I dunno." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Or maybe we need to re-find him?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Arg, yes, that must be it." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Re-finding him?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I checked the old transcript, and the tantrum he threw there and the one now are different." | ||
| DavidW says, "huh" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "So this might be unwinnable now since we bothered him again." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We had already talked to him before the save. I forgot that." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "anchorday3" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "Once more without talking to our husband." | |
| DavidW says, "okay" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | Michael wanders in from the north. He gives you a strange look, as if Floyd | he hadn't expected to find you here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear Michael moving around elsewhere in the house, the Floyd | floorboards creaking uneasily with his footsteps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "If we kill you Michael, it's only because we love you!" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Or maybe because you creep us out." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look into hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK INTO HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | children's bedroom. Through some strange trick of the angle, you Floyd | appear to be looking straight down at the bed from the middle of the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly Michael walks into the bedroom. He moves slowly, looking Floyd | around and lightly touching things, as if visiting old memories. He Floyd | walks over to the crib and spends some minutes staring down into its Floyd | empty blankets, after which he sighs. Then he turns and adjusts the Floyd | coverlet on the child's bed. Floyd | Floyd | He walks over to the vanity and picks up the jewelry box. Carefully, Floyd | he opens it and, finding it empty, sets it down again with a soft Floyd | curse. He looks around the room suspiciously, as if expecting to find Floyd | the culprit hiding in a corner somewhere. For a moment Michael simply Floyd | stands there aimlessly, compulsively rubbing his forehead; then he Floyd | stalks out of the room and is gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "There he is." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | A thin beam of light slants through the dusty air, coming from a small Floyd | hole half way up one wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Roger arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look into hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK INTO HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see the Floyd | sitting room, from a vantage high up on the wall. It occurs to you Floyd | that you might well be looking directly through the eyes of the man in Floyd | the portrait hanging over the fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | At that moment, Michael wanders into the sitting room, muttering Floyd | something incoherent. He looks around blankly, lost, as if he had come Floyd | into the room in order to do something only in the next instant to Floyd | forget what it was. Then his eyes fall on you, and he smiles. Floyd | Floyd | You nearly jerk away from the spyhole, heart pounding wildly, when it Floyd | suddenly occurs to you that he's not looking at you at all; he's Floyd | looking at the portrait through which you are peering. Floyd | Floyd | Michael regards the portrait with a strange air of familiarity. He Floyd | gazes into its eyes (and also, unbeknownst to him, your own eyes) the Floyd | way one might appraise an old friend one hasn't seen for some time. Floyd | His expression is deferential, admiring, and... something else; you Floyd | can't quite put your finger on at first, but as your husband continues Floyd | to gaze rhapsodically at the terrible portrait, a sickening Floyd | realization strikes you. Floyd | Floyd | The expression is vanity. Ugly, self-absorbed vanity. Your husband is Floyd | staring at this portrait the way he might preen himself in a mirror. Floyd | Floyd | Michael brushes his fingers back through his hair and walks out of the Floyd | room, chuckling softly to himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | There is a small hole in one of the slats, about halfway up the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look into hole" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK INTO HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the small hole) Floyd | Standing on tiptoe and placing your eye up to the hole, you see only Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Just as you are about to move away from the spyhole, you hear Floyd | footsteps on a stone floor. A light shines in through a doorway, and a Floyd | moment later Michael skulks into the room, which you now realize is Floyd | the wine cellar, seen from down low in a corner, near the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Halfway across the room he stops, darts a suspicious glance over his Floyd | shoulder, and shines his light into every corner, as though searching Floyd | for potential spies. At one point he looks straight at you, and you Floyd | nearly recoil, alarmed at the sight of his crazed, red-rimmed eyes. He Floyd | does not spot you, however, and in a moment he moves on. Floyd | Floyd | He walks over to the rack at the north end of the room, and does Floyd | something with the bottles -- you can't quite see, because his back is Floyd | toward you. Then there is a click and a heavy grinding sound, and the Floyd | entire northern wall swings back, revealing a hidden passage! Floyd | Floyd | The room is filled for a moment with a wild, wretched keening, like a Floyd | cold wind blowing through an empty chasm. With one last, wary look Floyd | behind him, Michael steps through the portal. The light disappears, Floyd | the wall swings back with another grinding sound, and then all is Floyd | quiet. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Corridor day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Corridor Floyd | The walls are bare wooden slats, patched with crumbling plaster and Floyd | spiked with bent, rusted nails. The passage, no more than two feet Floyd | wide at its widest point, bends and twist at confusing angles, making Floyd | it hard to tell which direction you're heading in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Observatory Floyd | You are in a small, enclosed cupola situated, by the look of the view Floyd | through the dingy skylight over your head, on top of the roof of the Floyd | house. The walls are covered with astrological and astronomical charts Floyd | with equations and diagrams scribbled across them in crabbed, stilted Floyd | handwriting. The only exit seems to be an oddly-angled corridor to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Dominating the center of the room is a large mounted telescope, Floyd | pointed almost straight up through the skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a newspaper, a strange metal Floyd | flute, a silver locket and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a gold locket, a flashlight Floyd | (providing light), a keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper Floyd | key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to Floyd | the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's Floyd | faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open), Floyd | inside which is a strange black disk, a flask (which is closed), a Floyd | letter opener, a slip of paper, a family album, a book of matches with Floyd | six matches left, a torn journal, a typewritten notice, a lantern, Floyd | your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "'strange black disk'" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "put disk in slot" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT DISK IN SLOT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the strange black disk) Floyd | (slipping the silver locket into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | The strange black disk drops neatly into the slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Just checking where it's in the slot already." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look through telescope" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK THROUGH TELESCOPE Floyd | Floyd | For a few moments all you can see is a murky, swirling blackness; then Floyd | patterns of colors begin to emerge, like the rainbow sheen of oil on Floyd | water. The black disk grows translucent, stars become visible through Floyd | the swirling haze, and then... Floyd | Floyd | Dear Christ. Floyd | Floyd | Dear Christ, you can see it. Floyd | Floyd | The comet, roaring silently through the endless void, streaking toward Floyd | Earth, and it's alive, this thing that is coming is ALIVE, tendrils Floyd | that must be hundreds, thousands of miles long streaming before it, Floyd | reaching out to grasp and strangle and devour whole worlds, and it is Floyd | coming here, it is coming to Earth, and its great, lidless, red-rimmed Floyd | eye rolls over in a vast lake of vitreous fluid, and it Floyd | Floyd | looks Floyd | Floyd | at Floyd | Floyd | you Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ...you wake up some time later, shaking your head. You're not Floyd | sure what, exactly, you just witnessed; whether it was a genuine Floyd | astronomical phenomenon, or a hallucination, or the actual form of Floyd | some Dark God from the Outer Reaches, come to devour the world. You're Floyd | not even entirely sure you remember what it looked like. The only Floyd | thing you can clearly recall is a single name, pulsing in your brain Floyd | like a bruise: Floyd | Floyd | "Ialdabaoloth". Floyd | Floyd | And that's all. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by five points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get disk" | ||
Floyd ] Observatory day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET DISK Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Just in case." | |
| DavidW says, "mmhm" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Crawlspace day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | As you make your way down the corridor, you begin to get dizzy, then Floyd | nauseous. Lines seem to cross without bending, the ceiling becomes the Floyd | walls and the floor becomes the ceiling. Half-blind, unsure even of Floyd | which direction you were going in, you stagger forward and suddenly Floyd | find yourself in a... Floyd | Floyd | Crawlspace Floyd | The ceiling descends here to no more than three feet from the floor; Floyd | you are forced to crawl through the cramped darkness on your hands and Floyd | knees. To the east the attic becomes more spacious, while the Floyd | northwest corner opens into an oddly-angled corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | It's much cooler up here than in the rest of the house, and you find Floyd | it hard to suppress a shiver. Grotesque, looming shadows crawl across Floyd | the low, slanted ceiling, and the dust hangs thick and motionless in Floyd | the air. To the west the ceiling dips even lower until the space Floyd | beneath leaves hardly room enough to crawl, while to the north stands Floyd | a wooden door, draped in shadows and half-hidden by the slanting Floyd | eaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Attic day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | The ancient rungs creak alarmingly as you descend. Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn on light" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You descend the gloomy steps into the dank cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wine Cellar Floyd | This wing of the cellar is even older than the rest, with walls of Floyd | piled, unmortared stone. The entire room is filled with wine racks. Floyd | They cover every wall except for one spot to the west, where an exit Floyd | leads back to the main cellar. Floyd | Floyd | All of the racks are dust-covered and empty except for one against the Floyd | north wall, which contains some forty or fifty dark bottles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BOTTLES Floyd | Floyd | Row after row of smooth, dust-covered glass. The wine inside is dark Floyd | and murky, reminding you, somewhat irrationally, of blood. Floyd | Floyd | There are five bottles in the third row from the bottom that have been Floyd | handled recently; the fingermarks are clearly outlined on their dusty Floyd | labels. One label is partially torn and the other is all but faded Floyd | completely, but at a quick glance you count a Pinot Noir, a Cabernet Floyd | Sauvignon, and a Cheval Blanc. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x torn" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TORN Floyd | Floyd | (the bottle with the torn label) Floyd | The label on this bottle is partially torn away. There is a raised Floyd | letter "E" stamped into the bottom of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x faded" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FADED Floyd | Floyd | This bottle is so old that the label has almost faded beyond Floyd | legibility, although from what you can make out it is probably a fine Floyd | Merlot. A raised letter "C" has been stamped into the bottom of the Floyd | bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x pinot" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PINOT Floyd | Floyd | A robust Pinot Noir, vintage 1651; obviously one of those collector's Floyd | items that just keeps getting more and more valuable as long as you Floyd | don't open it. A raised letter "W" has been stamped into the bottom of Floyd | the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x cheval" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CHEVAL Floyd | Floyd | A light Cheval Blanc, 1886. There is a raised letter "M" stamped into Floyd | the bottom of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x cabernet" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CABERNET Floyd | Floyd | A vintage Cabernet Sauvignon from 1734. A raised letter "H" has been Floyd | stamped into the bottom of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn faded" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN FADED Floyd | Floyd | The bottle with the faded label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn noir" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN NOIR Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of robust Pinot Noir rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn cabernet" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CABERNET Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of vintage Cabernet Sauvignon rotates a quarter-turn Floyd | clockwise, then snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn torn" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN TORN Floyd | Floyd | (the bottle with the torn label) Floyd | The bottle with the torn label rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, then Floyd | snaps back with a loud "click". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn cheval" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN CHEVAL Floyd | Floyd | The bottle of light Cheval Blanc rotates a quarter-turn clockwise, Floyd | then snaps back with a loud "click". A rumbling grating sound suddenly Floyd | fills the wine cellar, and the racks and a portion of the stone wall Floyd | behind them swing back, revealing a dark passageway to the north from Floyd | which blows a hot, foul wind. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cfanchorwines" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Windy Passage day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You take a few cautious steps into the corridor, when the wall Floyd | suddenly slams shut behind you with a reverberating boom. You are Floyd | trapped! Floyd | Floyd | Windy Passage Floyd | The walls of this passageway are carved from solid rock with unearthly Floyd | precision; ten feet wide, ten feet high, perfectly smooth and Floyd | perfectly square. The passage runs north, sloping downward into the Floyd | depths of the hillside. A foul wind gusts intermittently from the Floyd | darkness below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | The passageway ends here at a fathomless pit, a puckered circular hole Floyd | in the rock from which the foul wind seems to emanate, howling up from Floyd | the depths like a reeking banshee. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you edge out onto the swaying planks. The planks creak and Floyd | bend beneath your weight. One of them snaps just as you lift your Floyd | weight from it, coming very close to spilling you into the abyss Floyd | below. A few more steps, however, and you are safely on the other Floyd | side. Floyd | Floyd | Other Side Floyd | The passageway turns east here, the stone floor dropping down in a Floyd | series of wide steps carved into the living rock. The stairs continue Floyd | down to the northeast, eventually curving out of sight. The only other Floyd | way on from here is a narrow, oddly-angled corridor in the northwest Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Great Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Great Stairs Floyd | The vast, stone staircase plunges down into the earth. The seemingly Floyd | interminable steps curve in a gentle sweep from the southwest, above Floyd | you, dropping toward black, unplumbed depths to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Stairs Floyd | The stairs end here at a huge, greenish-gold door set into the north Floyd | wall. There is nothing else here; nowhere to go but onward or back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ialdabaoloth" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > IALDABAOLOTH Floyd | Floyd | The metallic door suddenly rings out as if struck; it vibrates in Floyd | aching harmony with the blasphemous name -- a shrill, grating sound Floyd | like a dentist's drill. The air grows thick and terrible shapes waver Floyd | and melt in the air before you -- shapes that twitch and move with Floyd | hungry purpose, and seem to look at you -- and then the ringing fades Floyd | away. There is a moment of stillness, and then the gleaming door Floyd | swings smoothly open on perfectly balanced and utterly silent hinges. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The doorway opens out into a large, dome-ceilinged cavern. You stand Floyd | at the threshold for a moment, peering into the strange, Floyd | phosphorescent gloom, before your eyes can make out enough details to Floyd | see what this place is; even then, it is almost a full minute before Floyd | your mind can accept what you are seeing... Floyd | Floyd | Burial Mound Floyd | The cave is lined, floor to ceiling, with mummified human corpses. Floyd | Shrunken and desiccated, they lie in jumbled heaps inside irregularly Floyd | carved niches. Carvings cover the rock walls in between the niches -- Floyd | grotesque, leering faces too horrible even to look upon, their Floyd | features twitching and smirking in the wavering light that sifts down Floyd | from above. Floyd | Floyd | And dominating the center of the chamber: a dark monolith rising up Floyd | through the green, murky light -- what you first took to be a large, Floyd | supporting pillar, you now realize can only be the true base of the Floyd | town square obelisk. Floyd | Floyd | At the narrower, northern end of the vaguely egg-shaped cavern sits a Floyd | massive stone altar, flanked on either side by a pair of strange, Floyd | vibrating columns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x corpses" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CORPSES Floyd | Floyd | These bodies are very, very old; even the shapes of the skulls call to Floyd | mind a more primitive and degenerate sort of folk than even the Floyd | denizens of this town. This must be the inside of an ancient burial Floyd | mound, although what sort of Indian tribe could have erected such a Floyd | huge and monstrous obelisk, you can't imagine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OBELISK Floyd | Floyd | It is simply enormous. Nearly ten feet to a side at its base, the Floyd | massive structure rises straight up through the ceiling, its tip Floyd | penetrating the surface after what must be twenty or thirty feet of Floyd | intervening rock. The hieroglyphs on this portion of the obelisk, Floyd | untouched by eroding weather, are much clearer and deeper than the Floyd | ones above. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hieroglyphs" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HIEROGLYPHS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the first pictogram, the second pictogram, the Floyd | third pictogram or the fourth pictogram? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x first pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FIRST PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | A circle of stick-men, dancing or worshipping around a shape like an Floyd | upturned bowl -- perhaps a hill, or perhaps this very mound you're Floyd | standing in was once above ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x second pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SECOND PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | A fiery star-burst, decorated with trailing lines (perhaps indicating Floyd | a comet or shooting star?) descends from the sky, and rains fire and Floyd | death upon the people of the mound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x third pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X THIRD PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | The stick men are again pictured in a circle around the mound. One Floyd | figure stands on top of the mound, raising a dagger over a second Floyd | stick man bent backwards over some kind of altar. The mound is Floyd | decorated with wavy lines radiating from the altar at the top down to Floyd | the bottom -- perhaps indicating streams of blood? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x fourth pictogram" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FOURTH PICTOGRAM Floyd | Floyd | The mound is now deserted, and the stick men seem to be constructing a Floyd | tower of stones for some unclear purpose. The comet-symbol has Floyd | returned, although there is an added eye-motif; the comet appears to Floyd | be looking down on the tower with approval. Wavy lines radiate from Floyd | the eye in all directions, several of them converging to join at the Floyd | tower's tip. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x altar" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ALTAR Floyd | Floyd | A single block of jet-black, featureless stone, approximately the size Floyd | of a queen-sized bed. It is flanked by a pair of metal pillars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x left column" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LEFT COLUMN Floyd | Floyd | The column is approximately seven feet high and cylindrical, made of Floyd | some oily, greenish metal. It is vibrating very slightly, almost Floyd | imperceptibly; only a thin shimmering around its edges and the faint Floyd | ringing noise betray any motion at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cover third" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER THIRD Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the third pictogram or the third flute hole? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the third flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an eerie, low-pitched note. Floyd | Floyd | The right-hand column's vibrations suddenly grow stronger, resonating Floyd | in harmony with the warbling, metallic note of the flute. The two Floyd | dissonances seem to intertwine, reinforcing each other, and for a Floyd | single instant you think you see a strange rippling effect in the air Floyd | over the altar. Then it is gone, and the sound fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cover fourth hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER FOURTH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the fourth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. Floyd | Floyd | The columns' vibrations seem to grow momentarily stronger while the Floyd | flute's sound lingers, their dissonant ringing resonating strangely Floyd | with the warbling, metallic notes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cover fifth" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER FIFTH Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the fifth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. Floyd | Floyd | The columns' vibrations seem to grow momentarily stronger while the Floyd | flute's sound lingers, their dissonant ringing resonating strangely Floyd | with the warbling, metallic notes. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Remember you need to uncover a hole if you're trying to do one at a time." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "uncover fourth" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNCOVER FOURTH Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the fourth pictogram or the fourth flute hole? Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "yeah" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "hole" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You lift your finger from the fourth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. Floyd | Floyd | The columns' vibrations seem to grow momentarily stronger while the Floyd | flute's sound lingers, their dissonant ringing resonating strangely Floyd | with the warbling, metallic notes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "uncover fifth" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNCOVER FIFTH Floyd | Floyd | You lift your finger from the fifth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "you have 3rd and 5th covered" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cover sixth" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER SIXTH Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the sixth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. Floyd | Floyd | The strange harmony of the flute blends with the atonal ringing of the Floyd | two columns, and the three sounds suddenly grow stronger, resonating Floyd | with and reinforcing one another, intertwining like a dissonant, Floyd | invisible braid. The sound increases in volume, piercing your eardrums Floyd | and causing the very air to shimmer. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly the air above the altar begins to ripple as though with Floyd | extreme heat. The very fabric of space seems to twist and buckle Floyd | between the two columns; and then, with a sound like a wet sheet being Floyd | torn slowly down the middle, the fabric splits. Floyd | Floyd | You are immediately swept off your feet by a powerful sucking vacuum, Floyd | pulling everything within reach toward the portal. Dust and debris; Floyd | bones and loose rock from the burial niches; everything not nailed Floyd | down goes flying across the temple and into the all-devouring maw Floyd | hovering over the altar-stone. Desperately, you wedge your fingers Floyd | into a crack in the floor and hang on for dear life as the wind tries Floyd | to claw you away. You scream, and even the sound of your voice is Floyd | whipped away, pulled over your shoulder like a trailing ribbon and Floyd | sucked into whatever blasphemous dimension lies beyond that horrible Floyd | rift. Floyd | Floyd | For a few agonizing moments you don't think you're going to make it; Floyd | then, suddenly, the chaos stops, leaving you breathless on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Painstakingly, you pry your stiff, bleeding fingers out of the crack Floyd | and roll over. The rift is gone. The air is normal, and the columns Floyd | are ringing quietly, as if nothing had happened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flute" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | It appears to be some kind of wind instrument, fashioned out of Floyd | ornately carved, greenish metal. Seven holes of varying sizes are Floyd | drilled along the top Your fingers are covering the holes. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "So 3rd and 6th holes?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Seems so." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we can get rid of something here." | ||
| DavidW says, "hm." | ||
| DavidW says, "But the necessary something isn't here at the moment." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf29" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Stairs Floyd | The stairs end here at a huge, greenish-gold door set into the north Floyd | wall. There is nothing else here; nowhere to go but onward or back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Great Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You start back up the wide steps... Floyd | Floyd | Great Stairs Floyd | The vast, stone staircase plunges down into the earth. The seemingly Floyd | interminable steps curve in a gentle sweep from the southwest, above Floyd | you, dropping toward black, unplumbed depths to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Other Side day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Other Side Floyd | The passageway turns east here, the stone floor dropping down in a Floyd | series of wide steps carved into the living rock. The stairs continue Floyd | down to the northeast, eventually curving out of sight. The only other Floyd | way on from here is a narrow, oddly-angled corridor in the northwest Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you edge out onto the swaying planks. A blast of wind roars Floyd | up from beneath you, shaking the thin strand like a pennant in a stiff Floyd | breeze, and you cling grimly to the ropes. A few more steps, however, Floyd | and you are safely on the other side. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Pit Floyd | The passageway ends here at a fathomless pit, a puckered circular hole Floyd | in the rock from which the foul wind seems to emanate, howling up from Floyd | the depths like a reeking banshee. Floyd | Floyd | A thin and decrepit rope bridge spans the pit, shivering occasionally Floyd | in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | Another blast of hot, foul-smelling air comes shrieking out of the Floyd | pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Edge of the Pit day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath and step out onto the bridge once again. On Floyd | your fourth step, the board beneath you snaps in two. You plunge Floyd | through the gap into the yawning blackness with a terrified shriek Floyd | that is lost amid the roaring wind. You are only able to panic for a Floyd | few moments, however, before the bone-shattering impact silences you. Floyd | The wind carries the smell of you quickly through subterranean Floyd | crevices, and your ruptured corpse provides a grand feast for the Floyd | scuttling carrion feeders that live on the pit's stony floor. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 41 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Okay, two tries." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf29" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Burial Mound day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I suppose, instead of visiting Sir William of Octopus when visiting the outdoors, we might need to visit other places first." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says, "Because visiting him forced us to visit the church and THEN we got stuck with the mob on the bridge." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Restore to before going into the windy way?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I'd feel safer with both bridge uses remaining." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Do we have a save for then?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, I did one just in case." | ||
| DavidW says, "okay. please." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cfanchorwines" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
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| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "turn off light" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | The hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you step outside. Floyd | Something is wrong. Something is very wrong with the air. A heavy, Floyd | charged sensation, like standing next to high-tension wires; a faint Floyd | odor of spoiled meat drifting on the wind; you can't put your finger Floyd | on it, but it might have something to do with that strange hole in the Floyd | sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "There was something really odd in my notes that confused me. If we could examine the alley near the real estate agent's again?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Cat wants attention" | ||
| DavidW says, "okay, I'll drive there." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Alley Floyd | This narrow aperture between two buildings is nearly blocked with Floyd | piles of rotting cardboard boxes and overstuffed garbage cans. Ugly, Floyd | half-crumbling brick walls to either side totter oppressively over Floyd | you. The alley ends here at a tall, wooden fence. Floyd | Floyd | High up on the wall of the northern building there is a narrow, Floyd | transom-style window. One of the garbage cans has been pushed up Floyd | against the wall directly underneath it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fence" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > X FENCE Floyd | Floyd | One of the boards seems to be loose down at the bottom; you could Floyd | probably just squeeze through. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "You gotta be..." | |
| DavidW says, "We've missed that all along." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter fence" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER FENCE Floyd | Floyd | Dropping to your hands and knees, you wriggle underneath the loose Floyd | board and scramble down a muddy slope. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Beach Floyd | This narrow strip of beach is tucked away between two outcroppings in Floyd | the predominantly rocky shoreline, accessible only from a steep, muddy Floyd | slope to the west. The sand is filthy and strewn with rocks, seaweed, Floyd | litter and other bits of storm-tossed detritus. Floyd | Floyd | Near the bottom of the slope, a sewage outflow pipe juts out over the Floyd | beach, about three feet above the ground. A thin stream of Floyd | acrid-smelling sewer water trickles out over the lip of the pipe, Floyd | forming a puddle in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sand" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SAND Floyd | Floyd | There is nothing of any worth or interest here, just drifts of trash. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trash" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TRASH Floyd | Floyd | There is nothing of any worth or interest here, just drifts of trash. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave crashes against the rocks, sending a cloud of spray into Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PIPE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | It appears to be some kind of wind instrument, fashioned out of Floyd | ornately carved, greenish metal. Seven holes of varying sizes are Floyd | drilled along the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sewage pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SEWAGE PIPE Floyd | Floyd | The concrete pipe is about a foot and a half in diameter. Looking in, Floyd | you can only see about three feet before the inner walls of the pipe Floyd | disappear into blackness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER PIPE Floyd | Floyd | (the outflow pipe) Floyd | You don't really feel like crawling head first into a smelly, filthy, Floyd | pitch black sewer pipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah." | |
| DavidW says, "This isn't an entrance. It's an exit." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to protagonist), "You will once you're hunted by a mob." | ||
| DavidW says, "If we can get through the hatch, we can get to this beach." | ||
| DavidW says, "I think." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Yeah, but how to get through?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I still think we need oil from somewhere or other." | ||
| DavidW says, "But I have no idea where the oil might be." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But if it's neither oily water not lantern oil... right" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You pick your way up the slope, push the loose board aside and slip Floyd | back in through the gap. Floyd | Floyd | Alley Floyd | This narrow aperture between two buildings is nearly blocked with Floyd | piles of rotting cardboard boxes and overstuffed garbage cans. Ugly, Floyd | half-crumbling brick walls to either side totter oppressively over Floyd | you. The alley ends here at a tall, wooden fence. Floyd | Floyd | High up on the wall of the northern building there is a narrow, Floyd | transom-style window. One of the garbage cans has been pushed up Floyd | against the wall directly underneath it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can only exit the alley to the northwest or crawl through the Floyd | loose board to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I guess we should explre this side of the bridge" | |
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "before we rile up William again" | ||
| DavidW says, "This is a new day. Maybe Chuck has a new magazine." | ||
| DavidW says, "oh wait. Chuck is on the south side of the bridge." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Chucks, right." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Local Pub Floyd | A dank, drafty old drinking hole lit by flickering, oil-burning Floyd | lanterns. Smoke collects in greasy pools among the rafters, and Floyd | shadows crowd thick around. The bar runs the length of the room to Floyd | your right, while to the south a low doorway opens onto the street. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x people" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PEOPLE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "No patrons?" | |
| DavidW says, "Nope." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bar" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BAR Floyd | Floyd | A dark and dour expanse of wood, pitted and scarred and stained with Floyd | the rings from over a hundred years' worth of slopping beer mugs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind bar" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK BEHIND BAR Floyd | Floyd | Not a bartender in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bar" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BAR Floyd | Floyd | There is nothing on the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "They're already mobbing out somewhere I guess" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The exit is to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x lanterns" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LANTERNS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x oil" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OIL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||
Floyd ] Local Pub day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Try the twisting lane?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Twisting Lane Floyd | The lane narrows here to little more than a badly cobbled sidewalk as Floyd | it wends its way up through a series of tortuous bends and Floyd | switchbacks. In some places, the street is so steep that steps have Floyd | been cut into it, worn down over the years and slick with moss. Your Floyd | progress is blocked at the top of the street by a blank brick wall. Floyd | Floyd | Strange; the graffiti is gone now. Not a trace of it left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WALL Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking brick wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Twisting Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You take a few tentative steps back down the lane, but it seems to Floyd | lead only to a short switchback, bringing you right back to the brick Floyd | wall. You're not entirely sure now, which direction leads back to the Floyd | narrow street. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lamps" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LAMPS Floyd | Floyd | The lamps have curved, brass stands and frosted green shades; the kind Floyd | of thing you'd expect to see on an accountant's desk in the 1930s. Floyd | Floyd | The reading lamp is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Circulation Desk Floyd | A high counter divides the public portion of the library from the Floyd | reserved stacks -- all the more esoteric and mysterious volumes from Floyd | the university's collection. If anything, the area behind the counter Floyd | is even more shadowy than the side you're on. The main reading area Floyd | lies south. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging on the wall next to the counter is a small, printed sign. Floyd | Beneath the sign sits a heavy, dog-eared register, and sitting next to Floyd | the register is a bell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You're not allowed behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You may leave to the east, or approach the counter to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air becomes warmer, more dingy, Floyd | and slightly more difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | (opening the gate first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gate" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GATE Floyd | Floyd | The gate, a twenty-foot high barricade of narrowly spaced, thick, Floyd | black, iron bars, is designed to roll horizontally, sealing off the Floyd | entrance to the mill compound. It is currently shut and locked. There Floyd | are no guardhouses, no buzzers or intercoms, no apparent means of Floyd | getting in or letting anyone inside know you want in; just this Floyd | implacable gate in an unscalable wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The path curves southwest, leading you into an overgrown area behind Floyd | the mill. Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x weeds" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WEEDS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x concrete" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CONCRETE Floyd | Floyd | The broken rubble is all that remains of whatever building once stood Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mill wall" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MILL WALL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WALL Floyd | Floyd | The wall is twenty feet high, solid brick. Stepping back a bit and Floyd | looking up, you note that a forest of vicious glass shards is embedded Floyd | along the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shards" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHARDS Floyd | Floyd | The wall is twenty feet high, solid brick. Stepping back a bit and Floyd | looking up, you note that a forest of vicious glass shards is embedded Floyd | along the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Why would a mill have glass shards in its wall?" | |
| DavidW says, "That's really weird." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Not sure." | ||
| DavidW asks, "So you can't throw a rope and grabble up and climb to the roof?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Anti-William measure?" | ||
| DavidW says, "oo, maybe" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Railroad Tracks Floyd | The trail heads up a short embankment and emerges from the thicket Floyd | alongside the railroad tracks. The tracks run down from the northeast Floyd | and past the mill, continuing southwest but slowly curving westward Floyd | until they cross the Miskaton River some miles outside of town. From Floyd | the embankment you can look out over the entire heath: jagged, shadowy Floyd | rooftops to the south; the oily ribbon of the Miskaton to the west; Floyd | and to the east, the lighthouse sentinel and the leaden waters of the Floyd | Atlantic beyond. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lighthouse" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LIGHTHOUSE Floyd | Floyd | The lighthouse stands tall against the horizon, a dingy white tower Floyd | amidst a gray sky and a grayer sea. Despite the ominous cast to the Floyd | weather, no beacon is shining from the tower's top. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x river" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RIVER Floyd | Floyd | The Miskaton winds down from the northwest, then bends in a more Floyd | easterly direction some miles west of town. Its last half-mile or so Floyd | neatly divides the town of Anchorhead in half before emptying into the Floyd | sea. Its waters are murky and torpid, hiding many old secrets in its Floyd | languid depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The thickets block the way back, except for the trail to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > X THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | The thickets are full of painful thorns and appear quite impenetrable. Floyd | They are also very deep; there's no telling what could be hidden -- or Floyd | what could be hiding -- in their brambly depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Drat. No silver piece." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "way to tease zs ,thickets" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "*us" | ||
| DavidW says, "I've known generous thickets in my day." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x track" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TRACK Floyd | Floyd | They're just ordinary-looking railroad tracks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | It's dangerous to walk along railroad tracks. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "(The ones in IotA may be too generous)" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | It's dangerous to walk along railroad tracks. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It's not just IotA. I remember finding a gingerbread house once, I think." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Oh?" | ||
| DavidW says, "well, a burnt clearing that used to have a gingerbread house." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Darn kids and their witch-burning ways." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The road heads out over a narrow breakwater jutting out into the Floyd | ocean. Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave crashes against the rocks, sending a cloud of spray into Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | A monstrous slab of solid bronze set into the thick stone wall of the Floyd | lighthouse base. Age and seawater have covered its once gleaming Floyd | surface with an unhealthy green crust of verdigris. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ialdabaoloth" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > IALDABAOLOTH Floyd | Floyd | The blasphemous syllables crawl loathsomely from your lips. The word Floyd | lingers in the air like a cyst -- just hearing the sound of it makes Floyd | you nauseous. Nature itself seems to draw back from the sound, as Floyd | though horrified by your very voice. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "So far, besides the beach, we've only found the pub to be empty." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "It concerns me that I manage to write that from memory." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "What about Shanty Town?" | ||
| DavidW says, "But there was an underwater disturbance around the back of here." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, you climb down the rocks. The path bends northeast, Floyd | following the curve of the lighthouse wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Spur Floyd | A small outcropping of stone, just large enough for you to stand on, Floyd | sticks out from the end of the breakwater. The hungry sea laps at your Floyd | feet, surging over the rocks and then trickling down into crevices. To Floyd | the southwest, an uneven trail leads back up the rocks, around the Floyd | side of the lighthouse. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond the breakwater's tip, a turbulent patch of water bubbles and Floyd | seethes, as if something were lurking just beneath the surface -- Floyd | turning, perhaps, in uneasy sleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We'll check the shanty town, but I'm almost certain we can't do anything there until we know who to visit there." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WATER Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the sea or the patch of turbulent water? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "patch" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > PATCH Floyd | Floyd | It looks... unnatural. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in patch" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN PATCH Floyd | Floyd | The patch of turbulent water is just beyond your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sky" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SKY Floyd | Floyd | There is a spinning, churning hole in the clouds, directly over the Floyd | lighthouse; an inverted whirlpool sucking streamers of gray up into Floyd | itself. You'd think it was some sort of funnel cloud, except that it's Floyd | not moving anywhere. It's simply hanging, turning slowly in the sky. Floyd | The sight of that horrible, whirling hole makes you shudder, Floyd | involuntarily recalling that hideous entity that lurks behind those Floyd | clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "swim" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > SWIM Floyd | Floyd | The water doesn't look inviting. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I bet it doesn't." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a strange black disk, a newspaper, Floyd | a strange metal flute and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a silver locket, a gold locket, Floyd | a flashlight, a keyring, on which are five keys (a small copper key, Floyd | an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the Floyd | house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Michael's faculty Floyd | card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open but empty), Floyd | a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a family Floyd | album, a book of matches with six matches left, a torn journal, a Floyd | typewritten notice, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take notice" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE NOTICE Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave crashes against the rocks, sending a cloud of spray into Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put notice in patch" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT NOTICE IN PATCH Floyd | Floyd | The typewritten notice hits the water with a splash. Before it can Floyd | even begin to sink, dozens of thin, gelatinous tendrils, like the Floyd | tentacles of a jellyfish, swarm up from the water, entangling the Floyd | typewritten notice and dragging it under. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Well." | |
| DavidW says, "I left my mini-nuke in my other trenchcoat, alas." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Rocky Spur day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Spur Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I think a mini-nuke may be too small." | |
| DavidW says, "It might need to be 4-dimensional too." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "At the very least." | ||
| DavidW says, "There are games with 9-d creme brulees in them." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "(Big game is big. The after-action-report might get pretty long.)" | ||
| DavidW says, "Shanty Town next, I guess." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Unless you have something for our underwater fiend?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I don't think so." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The trail turns northwest, following the curve of the lighthouse wall. Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air becomes warmer, more dingy, Floyd | and slightly more difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Shanty Town Floyd | The road peters out at a wide clearing of rutted mud, flanked by Floyd | uneven rows of decrepit, clapboard shacks. The town is quiet, almost Floyd | deserted; only a few bits of loose tarpaper blowing listlessly in the Floyd | wind betray the overall stillness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tarpaper" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TARPAPER Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shacks" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHACKS Floyd | Floyd | All peeling paint, broken glass and missing shingles, the houses are Floyd | poorly built and teetering on the verge of falling apart completely. Floyd | They are arranged in a vague suggestion of rows on either side of the Floyd | mud clearing, numbered #1 through #12 with those cheap little nail-up Floyd | plastic numbers you can buy at hardware stores. Presumably, these Floyd | denote each shack's "street address". Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It's a bit tempting to ialdaetc it, but let's not risk it." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #1" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #1
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #2" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #2
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | Flakes of ash drift gently down from the sky like gray snow, coating
Floyd | everything with a thin layer of soot.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #3" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #3
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #4" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #4
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #5" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #5
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #6" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #6
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #7" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #7
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #8" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #8
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle
Floyd | drifting on the wind. You look to the east in time to see the train go
Floyd | by, rolling southwest past the mill toward less melancholy climes.
Floyd |
Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #9" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #9
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #10" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #10
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #11" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #11
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #12" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #12
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > X NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | It's the "Weekly Arkham Herald". Anchorhead, apparently, is not large Floyd | enough to warrant its own newspaper. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | The front page story is about Jeffrey Greer, 8 years old, who was Floyd | abducted from his home at #11 Mill Town Road last night. Little Floyd | Jeffrey is the latest victim in a series of abductions that stretches Floyd | back for years, one every six months or so, and that authorities Floyd | believe is the work of a single perpetrator. Local police had hoped to Floyd | prove that Edward Verlac had been behind the kidnappings, but were Floyd | unable to obtain a confession or any hard proof. Edward Verlac was Floyd | convicted of murdering his wife and two daughters, one of whom was 15 Floyd | months old, in January of this year; he was found not guilty by reason Floyd | of insanity and incarcerated in Danvers Asylum, where he remained Floyd | until committing suicide last March. This latest kidnapping, occurring Floyd | after Edward's death, seems to have cleared up any lingering Floyd | suspicions that he might have been the culprit. Floyd | Floyd | Anyone possessing information regarding the whereabouts of Jeffrey Floyd | Greer is strongly urged to speak to the authorities as soon as Floyd | possible. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "#11 Mill Town" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh." | ||
| DavidW asks, "If we had the teddy bear...?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a typewritten notice, a strange Floyd | black disk, a newspaper and a broom. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a strange metal flute, a silver Floyd | locket, a gold locket, a flashlight, a keyring, on which are five keys Floyd | (a small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip Floyd | of paper, a family album, a book of matches with six matches left, a Floyd | torn journal, a lantern, your umbrella and a towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "But we don't, of course." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Right, we don't." | ||
| DavidW says, "We have to solve the mob/hatch first." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We haven't met William yet in this timeline." | ||
| DavidW says, "Correct." | ||
| DavidW says, "Let's re-check the asylum." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Then again, what do we tell them? "Sorry, your son was eaten by a supposedly dead verlac turned eldritch abomination?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | Airy strains of vacuous elevator music waft through the room from Floyd | invisible speakers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x orderly" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ORDERLY Floyd | Floyd | The pockmarked and overweight orderly is absorbed in his magazine, Floyd | which is just as well, since it's kept him from turning his leering Floyd | attentions to you. He occasionally pauses to tweak a swollen blackhead Floyd | on the back of his neck, or to mutter some crass observation about one Floyd | of the women in his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | There's a name tag pinned to his expansive chest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tag" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TAG Floyd | Floyd | It reads: "CHUCK". Floyd | Floyd | The orderly honks loudly into a handkerchief, pauses to take a quick Floyd | peek at the goods, then stuffs the rag back into his pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x magazine" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MAGAZINE Floyd | Floyd | "Juggs". How charming. Floyd | Floyd | The orderly honks loudly into a handkerchief, pauses to take a quick Floyd | peek at the goods, then stuffs the rag back into his pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Same Chuck. Same mag." | |
| Roger says, "'How Charming' is literally the subtitle on the masthead" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about edward" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT EDWARD Floyd | Floyd | The orderly squints at you. "Who? -- Oh, wait! You mean the guy, Floyd | ventilated his whole goddamn family early this year. Yeah, I remember Floyd | him. What a nutball. We put him in a rubber room, he lasted two weeks. Floyd | Bashed his fuckin' brains in on the little observation window. Floyd | Reinforced glass, took him right out." The orderly scratches his head. Floyd | "Christ, I gotta get around to cleaning that mess up one of these Floyd | days." Then with a heavy sigh, he returns to his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about rubber room" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT RUBBER ROOM Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about cell" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT CELL Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, Danvers Asylum or the large cell key? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "asylum" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASYLUM Floyd | Floyd | "Listen, I just work here, lady." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT KEY Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the keys, the small copper key or the large cell Floyd | key? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cell" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > CELL Floyd | Floyd | "You know what this thing is hanging off my belt?" gloats the orderly, Floyd | patting the key proudly. "I'll tell you what it is: it's fuckin' Floyd | responsibility, that's what it is. And don't you touch it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch cell key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH CELL KEY Floyd | Floyd | The orderly slaps your hand away. "Nice try, lady, " he sneers, "but I Floyd | got eyes in the back of my head; I'm like a fuckin' hawk." Floyd | Floyd | Airy strains of vacuous elevator music waft through the room from Floyd | invisible speakers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x speakers" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SPEAKERS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about juggs" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT JUGGS Floyd | Floyd | He fixes you with a disgusting leer. "Great stuff, ain't it? Floyd | Fuckin-ay. You should see the nutballs when they get a hold of this Floyd | shit. Man, they can't get enough!" The orderly guffaws for a moment or Floyd | two, then finally catches your withering stare and, embarrassed, Floyd | throws himself into the magazine with renewed abandon. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "More like a Disorderly." | |
| DavidW says, "heh" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about plant" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT PLANT Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SING Floyd | Floyd | You try, but your heart's not in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sing lullaby" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SING LULLABY Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to sing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | (first taking the strange metal flute) Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | You blow an open chord into the little flute, and it resonates with an Floyd | eerie, metallic warble. The sound lingers in the air for a moment, Floyd | then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I seem to be out of tit-shaped poisoned cakes to offer Chuck." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I sure hope there wasn't an oil can on that beach day 1 that has since been swept away." | ||
| DavidW asks, "There wasn't any obvious oil source in the church or the slaughterhouse, was there?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Im pretty sure there wasnt." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover third hole" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER THIRD HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the third flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover sixth hole" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > COVER SIXTH HOLE Floyd | Floyd | You place your finger over the sixth flute hole. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play flute" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY FLUTE Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute) Floyd | The flute emits an odd mixture of metallic, warbling notes which Floyd | intertwine and harmonize eerily with each other. The sound lingers in Floyd | the air for a moment, then gently fades away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put flute in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT FLUTE IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | (the strange metal flute in the trenchcoat) Floyd | You slip the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Side Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Side Alley Floyd | This is a featureless blind alley, a dead end. Through the narrow and Floyd | heavily shadowed opening to the northeast, you can see the square and Floyd | the obelisk at its center. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You hear only silence, and your own breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Blasphemous thought for the future - can we drop the flashlight on the top of the sewer entrance before going to William, use the lantern for light, and save the flashlight from its watery fate?" | |
| DavidW says, "maybe. We'd have to use the lantern in the Church, though, instead." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "True." | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, and we can't climb rope with a lantern in our hands." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hrm." | ||
| DavidW says, "Sorry, but I think the flashlight is doomed to die in this game." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Poor flashlight." | ||
| DavidW says, "I wonder if there's a safe way to find out if we really need oil and tell us where it is." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get xix" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET XIX Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not through noun guessing, I guess." | |
| DavidW) Michael says, "I left some bath oil in the tub. Didn't you look there?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "You joke, but I think we really didn't." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah, we haven't checked there on day 3." | ||
| DavidW asks, "You think we oughta look?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I have no better I ideas." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You open the front door. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in tub" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN TUB Floyd | Floyd | The bathtub is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wallpaper" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WALLPAPER Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shower" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under tub" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHOWER Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking shower attachment. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TUB Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push tiles" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH TILES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "There ought to be puzzle in a public restroom where you have to flush the toilets in a specific order to make an event happen." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Sorry, no modern plumbing in the world of IotA." | ||
| DavidW says, "That's okay." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under bed" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER BED Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Sitting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting Room Floyd | The east wall is occupied by a beautiful antique sofa, and a large, Floyd | hand-woven rug covers the hardwood floor. The huge marble fireplace in Floyd | the north wall helps complete the impression of comfort and warmth, Floyd | and for a moment or two you can almost think of this place as Floyd | somewhere you could live, as opposed to merely somewhere others have Floyd | died. The foyer lies west, and a doorway to the left of the fireplace Floyd | leads north. Floyd | Floyd | The portrait gazes down at you with crimson-edged malice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "oh, we've exhausted these already, haven't we?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lamps" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LAMPS Floyd | Floyd | The lamps are made of polished brass, with frosted green shades -- Floyd | like an old-fashioned desk lamp, only mounted on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open lamps" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN LAMPS Floyd | Floyd | They're not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not in this playthrough, but probably yes." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pictures" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PICTURES Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A group of old midwives cluster around a bed-ridden woman who is Floyd | apparently giving birth. The old women are wizened and grim, with Floyd | crooked hands and bloodstained aprons. They seem to confer with each Floyd | other in dark whispers that the younger woman, who is drenched in Floyd | sweat and obviously in great pain, cannot hear. By the corner of the Floyd | bed, an ominous detail: a bucket full of murky, red water. Floyd | Floyd | Strangely, though, the old women are not the only ones present at the Floyd | birth. Nearby, in another bed, lies a shriveled, decrepit old man. Floyd | Although seemingly at death's door, he struggles to raise himself, as Floyd | if to see the birthing over the heads of the hunched midwives. His Floyd | wasted visage shows an expression of satisfaction or approval, and he Floyd | is reaching out with one skeletal arm in a manner curiously similar to Floyd | the famous picture on the Sistine Chapel, of God giving life to His Floyd | creation Adam. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Actually, that's a new one?" | |
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pictures" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PICTURES Floyd | Floyd | All of them are bizarre, and most of them border on the grotesque. Floyd | Alien landscapes peopled by writhing, malformed creatures; ancient Floyd | temples built in strange, eye-bending architectures; monstrous beasts Floyd | crawling through shadows that cannot quite conceal their disturbingly Floyd | human shapes -- these seem to make up the bulk of the paintings' Floyd | subject matter. And yet, despite the fantastical nature of the images Floyd | painted, the style is neither abstract nor surreal. In fact, the level Floyd | of detail approaches the photorealistic. Excruciating attention has Floyd | been paid to light, shadows, and textures; even the alien creatures Floyd | are depicted with gruesome anatomical accuracy. It is as though the Floyd | artist had worked from actual, living models rather than from what Floyd | must have been a thoroughly deranged imagination, and the overall Floyd | effect is rather chilling. Floyd | Floyd | One scene in particular catches your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A madman, clad only in a filthy, ragged loincloth, his thin body Floyd | covered with dirt and sores, dances wildly on a precipice between two Floyd | massive, metal pillars. His long, gray hair whips about his face in an Floyd | unseen wind; behind him, beyond the precipice, violet clouds seethe Floyd | and roil. He seems to be playing some strange sort of wind instrument, Floyd | like a flute, making the whole scene look oddly like a macabre Jethro Floyd | Tull album cover. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think maybe we've seen that one before." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "That we did." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Gallery Floyd | A long, oak-paneled room, with doorways to the south and west. Floyd | Paintings line the walls, mounted beneath small, shaded lamps that Floyd | would illuminate the canvasses nicely if only the electricity were Floyd | working. Still, even in the shadowed gloom you can see that all were Floyd | done by the same artist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scene" | ||
Floyd ] Gallery day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SCENE Floyd | Floyd | A strange scene, showing only a clergyman staring down into the pages Floyd | of a large, black-bound book. The point of view is that of someone Floyd | standing beneath the pulpit, looking up -- so that the text of the Floyd | book is hidden from the viewer, while the preacher's face is clearly Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | He seems to be caught in a paroxysm of terror: his face livid; his Floyd | lips stretched back in a gruesome rictus; his eyes bulging wide and Floyd | shot red with blood. The cords in his neck are rigid and taut, as Floyd | though he were straining to tear his gaze from the page, and yet he Floyd | still grips the edges of the pulpit with whitened knuckles. Floyd | Floyd | You shake yourself suddenly, and realize you've been staring intently Floyd | at the painting for minutes on end. You step back and rub your tired Floyd | eyes. When you look again, however, the picture you were just Floyd | examining is no longer in front of you. None of the other paintings Floyd | have moved as far as you can tell, but that particular scene seems to Floyd | have disappeared without leaving so much as a blank space on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock back door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK BACK DOOR Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | You unlock the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | A high, spiked iron fence surrounds the rear and sides of the Floyd | property, running all the way to the tree line. If you want to get Floyd | around it, you'll have to go back through the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The undergrowth is too thick in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | A high, spiked iron fence surrounds the rear and sides of the Floyd | property, running all the way to the tree line. If you want to get Floyd | around it, you'll have to go back through the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The undergrowth is too thick in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I kinda want there to be a shed with a li'l ol' can of motor oil." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Speaking of motor oil, our car was towed out of town, I think?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Otherwise we might have been able to cannibalize it." | ||
| DavidW says, "was it? I know Michael mentioned a car back on day one." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah. Towed to Arkham." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hint" | ||
Floyd ] Things you might like to know Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] > About This Game Floyd ] About the Author Floyd ] Credits and Thank-yous Floyd ] How to Play Interactive Fiction Floyd ] A Short Tutorial Floyd ] The Trophy Room Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | Knight_Otu says, "I think I'm officially out of ideas on how to find oil" | |
| DavidW says, "I wonder what 'The Trophy Room' is." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "p" | ||
Floyd ] Things you might like to know Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] About This Game Floyd ] About the Author Floyd ] Credits and Thank-yous Floyd ] How to Play Interactive Fiction Floyd ] A Short Tutorial Floyd ] > The Trophy Room Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] | ||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] The Trophy Room Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ANCHORHEAD is the proud winner of the 1998 XYZZY Award for Best Floyd | Setting. Floyd | Floyd | It was also nominated for Best Game, Best Writing, Best Story, Best Floyd | Puzzles, and Best Individual NPC (for Michael). These awards all went Floyd | to some very excellent, very deserving games, but I still get to brag Floyd | about the nominations. Floyd | Floyd | Not bad, really. Not bad at all. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | DavidW says, "oh." | |
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Things you might like to know Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] About This Game Floyd ] About the Author Floyd ] Credits and Thank-yous Floyd ] How to Play Interactive Fiction Floyd ] A Short Tutorial Floyd ] > The Trophy Room Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] [press BACKSPACE to return to game] Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "q" | ||
Floyd ] Path Behind the House day three Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Path Behind the House Floyd | A gravel path starts here at the back door of the house, and marks a Floyd | trail nearly overgrown by weeds and briars. It disappears into the Floyd | undergrowth to the northwest, framed by crooked trees with overhanging Floyd | branches that seem to form a stunted, jagged archway into the dim Floyd | recesses of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "So the threads on intfiction seem to be about Anchorhead 2018. Not sure if they'll be applicable here (still not looked at them)." | |
| DavidW says, "That'll be about the new game mass-authored and organized by Ryan Veeder." | ||
| DavidW says, "Looking at my old notes and 'look in thickets' (as opposed to 'search thickets') is supposed to find a rusty metal hatch." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "..." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the back door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air becomes warmer, more dingy, Floyd | and slightly more difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | (opening the gate first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The path curves southwest, leading you into an overgrown area behind Floyd | the mill. Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Railroad Tracks Floyd | The trail heads up a short embankment and emerges from the thicket Floyd | alongside the railroad tracks. The tracks run down from the northeast Floyd | and past the mill, continuing southwest but slowly curving westward Floyd | until they cross the Miskaton River some miles outside of town. From Floyd | the embankment you can look out over the entire heath: jagged, shadowy Floyd | rooftops to the south; the oily ribbon of the Miskaton to the west; Floyd | and to the east, the lighthouse sentinel and the leaden waters of the Floyd | Atlantic beyond. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | You can hear a low rumbling and a distant, plaintive whistle coming Floyd | from the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "that's odd" | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "enter thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Railroad Tracks day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | They're not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | The train lumbers into view, its rumbling passage growing louder as it Floyd | approaches. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, maybe at Bare Foundations." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, away from the train." | ||
| DavidW says, "We probably shouldn't get run over by the train" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Might be bad for our health." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | Carefully pushing the prickly branches aside, you find a rusty metal Floyd | hatch set into the base of the wall. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. You look to the east in time to see the train go Floyd | by, rolling southwest past the mill toward less melancholy climes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You go through all the keys on your keyring, trying each one in turn, Floyd | but none of the keys seem to fit. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "What isn't locked in this game?" | |
| DavidW says, "Seems to be a different hatch." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says, "My old notes suggest that 'take bath' gains us a point." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I thought we tried that." | ||
| DavidW says, "I thought so too." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We took the bath.... towel." | ||
| DavidW says, "yes. I know we'll need the towel in the mill. I remember that much." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But we never took a bath, it seems." | ||
| DavidW says, "My notes say there's a 'C' scratched into the dining room table." | ||
| DavidW says, "Dunno if that means anything or not." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We examined it, but didn't see the scratching, on day 2." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I guess back to the house again?" | ||
| DavidW says, "'clean table' is suggested." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The street goes west from here. You can enter the office to the east Floyd | or the alley to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to rise sharply as the road climbs up into the hills Floyd | south of town. Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Room Floyd | Much of the elegance has faded from this room. The huge dining table Floyd | running the length of it is covered with a thick gray film of dust, Floyd | and the china cupboard standing against the far wall is draped in Floyd | shadow. Doorways to the north and east offer little relief from the Floyd | gloom. For what must be the hundredth time, you wish you could open Floyd | the windows in this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TABLE Floyd | Floyd | It's a finely built table, a valued antique like much of the furniture Floyd | in this house. It will need to be oiled after so many months of Floyd | neglect, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu | It will need to be oiled after so many months of neglect, though. | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLEAN TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You wipe your finger through the dust, revealing the rich teak beneath Floyd | -- and a heavy scratch. Alarmed, you wipe away more dust... someone Floyd | has scratched the letter "C" into the beautiful surface of this table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x c" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X C Floyd | Floyd | A deep scar in the shape of the letter "C", gouged into the teak. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLEAN TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You wipe away some more dust, but find no further damage. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Damn you Croseus." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn table on Croseus" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN TABLE ON CROSEUS Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the dining table on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN TABLE Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "crawl under table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > CRAWL UNDER TABLE Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cupboard" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > CUPBOARD Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x cupboard" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CUPBOARD Floyd | Floyd | It's a free-standing cabinet about as tall as you are, crafted of Floyd | cherrywood. The double paneled doors are open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | The cupboard is empty; the china must have been auctioned off, in the Floyd | confusion before Michael was contacted, perhaps. Down at the bottom of Floyd | the cupboard is a velvet lining, where the silverware would usually be Floyd | kept. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Did we open a desk drawer in the study?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Okay, nothing more there." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I don't think so?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DESK Floyd | Floyd | It's an ordinary writing desk with a small drawer, which is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | You open the drawer, revealing the Cryptical Haermoniacon. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "How did we miss that?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cryptical" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CRYPTICAL Floyd | Floyd | The leather covers are worn and cracked; the metal corner fittings Floyd | tarnished; the pages yellow and brittle. Inscribed on the title page Floyd | are the words Cryptical Haermoniacon: Manual of the Atonal Floyd | Servitors beneath what you presume must be the same words written Floyd | in some strange, vaguely Arabic-looking alphabet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read it" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ IT Floyd | Floyd | The greater portion of the book is written in an incomprehensible, Floyd | flowing cipher; however, the margins in several pages are glossed in Floyd | English. The book appears to contain instructions for traveling to Floyd | somewhere called "the Domain of Nehilim", and for worshipping or Floyd | perhaps summoning an entity that dwells there: He Who Is Named Floyd | Not; nor may that Name be taught among His followers; that Name which Floyd | may be learned only by gazing upon His Terrible Countenance... Floyd | Floyd | The only specific details involve a ritual used to open a one-way Floyd | portal into the Womb of Nehilim, allowing the magician to enter or Floyd | possibly throw some hapless soul into its chaotic, blasphemous depths. Floyd | The ritual seems to have something to do with music, and requires the Floyd | magician to "Attune ye Pillars to ye Resonant Haermonicae", whatever Floyd | that means. Floyd | Floyd | The rest, by only the barest contrast, is nothing but pure raving. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "That didn't ring a bell, but it seems we've seen it." | |
| DavidW says, "I think the Nehilim are dark elves in Thor comics." | ||
| DavidW says, "maybe" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I misread that as Nephilim at first." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Niflheim?" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, that sounds better." | ||
| Iria arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Iria asks, "Another game of Anchorhead, huh?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Rather, still the same one, yes." | ||
| Iria says, "Holy Zeiram..." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "So we still have no oil for those damn hinges, and no idea where to get it." | ||
| DavidW says, "sorry, there a lot of notes and they're handwritten and unorganized." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Wasn't against you or your notes, just against the game." | ||
| DavidW says, "There's something at The Cauldron where I wrote ' -- shine light through c--ds onto a wall to open a gateway to another world" | ||
| DavidW says, "Could be cards there. My handwriting isn't clear." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But we can't return to the Cauldron..." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yet, I assume." | ||
| DavidW says, "I think that was on day 2 only" | ||
| DavidW says, "At the Broken Tunnel, I've written 'put oil on hinge, open hatch'" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hrm. And the transcripts say there are tarot cards there." | ||
| DavidW says, "And it leads to a place called Outflow Tunnel which connects to Narrow Beach." | ||
| DavidW says, "Perhaps I asked the guy about the cards when I first played." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I think we never tried just PUT OIL ON HINGES." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Like, now?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "We tried POUR WATER and the like." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Study day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | This smaller room adjoining the library seems comfortable enough, Floyd | although it is dusty and cluttered from having not been lived in for Floyd | the better part of a year. Aside from the desk and the chair and the Floyd | empty shelves, the only real feature of the room is the large, ornate Floyd | fireplace in the southern wall. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead west, to the library. Floyd | Floyd | A dark, narrow corridor gapes in the wall to the southwest, partially Floyd | hidden by the marble fireplace. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's laptop sits in the middle of the desk, humming quietly to Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Whatever else their faults may have been, the Verlacs were evidently Floyd | not ones to shun the printed word. Books line the walls from floor to Floyd | ceiling in this dark-paneled, green-carpeted room, interrupted only by Floyd | doorways to the east and south. A rich, brown leather armchair sits in Floyd | stately repose near the window, with a polished brass pipe stand Floyd | nearby completing the picture of some blue-blooded country squire's Floyd | literary refuge. Once again, you are struck by how easily this place Floyd | could have been the perfect home. Floyd | Floyd | A beautiful pair of mahogany sliding doors lead east, to the study. Floyd | Floyd | A section of the shelves in the western wall has slid to one side, Floyd | revealing a hidden safe. Floyd | Floyd | Resting on the pipe stand is a sizable volume decorated with a gilded Floyd | pentagram on its cover. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I guess we can try." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Hall Floyd | The shuttered window at the end of the hall throws a gloomy rectangle Floyd | of light onto the bare wooden floor. Doorways lead north and south. Floyd | Floyd | A rickety wooden ladder stands here, descending from a three-foot by Floyd | three-foot square of darkness in the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You pass through the gate and down the stone steps, which curve Floyd | northwest as they lead down to the edge of the river. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the small metal door first) Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put oil on hinges" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT OIL ON HINGES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put oil on hinge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT OIL ON HINGE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hinge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HINGE Floyd | Floyd | It's a rectangle of corroded metal, just over a foot long on each Floyd | side. There are hinges along one edge on this side; if you could get Floyd | your fingers under the opposite edge, you could probably pry it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | There's no need to take the oil out of the lantern. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Well, that was anticlimactic." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "oil hinge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OIL HINGE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. My notes have the pillars resonate with the 2nd and 7th holes." | |
| DavidW says, "That might be randomized." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Huh." | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. My notes skip straight from the Church region to giving the teddy bear at #11 Mill Town Road." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Odd." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I got weak and peeked at the intfiction sewer thread. It didn't help much - mentioning a mural that seems to be the equal of our wine rack? And playing the flute behind the gate?" | ||
| DavidW says, "nope, sorry, my old notes say absolutely nothing about where the oil is from." | ||
| DavidW says, "My notes suggest that Jeffrey's mother has the key that'll get us into the mill, and that Claudia's desk drawer has the key for the lighthouse." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | ||
| DavidW says, "As far as the asylum goes, my notes seem contradictory." | ||
| DavidW says, "We can visit relatives there, for example, if Michael was a 'patient'." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Okay..." | ||
| DavidW says, "At one point, our inventory is straightjacket, clothes, and wedding ring only." | ||
| DavidW says, "And 'give porno' is possible at one point." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Yes, that seems contradictory. Maybe one happens after the other... wait what?" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, I had to enlarge a word. 'give porno to madman'." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "... I guess that's what Chuck was takling about." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "*talking" | ||
| DavidW asks, "Maybe we clonk Chuck on the head with the broken padlock or whatever, steal his key and porno, do something, then he wakes up and imprisons us?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe. I'm rather getting too tired for brainwork though." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah, it's almost been 3 hours now." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search pipes" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH PIPES Floyd | Floyd | You find only broken debris. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search debris" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH DEBRIS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about michael" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | "Look, lady," the orderly interrupts you. "Is your old man in there?" Floyd | He jerks his thumb toward the southern hallway. "I didn't think so. Floyd | Which means I don't give a fuck." Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "I don't think we managed much that requires saving, beyond establishing that we need to restart from day 3?" | |
| DavidW says, "correct" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get magazine" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > GET MAGAZINE Floyd | Floyd | "Hey, you fuckin' mind?" snaps the orderly, snatching it away from Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > HIT CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | Much as you'd like to, it probably wouldn't be wise in the long run. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > KICK CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | Much as you'd like to, it probably wouldn't be wise in the long run. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "rip magazine" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > RIP MAGAZINE Floyd | Floyd | "Hey, you fuckin' mind?" snaps the orderly, snatching it away from Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (the cell key) Floyd | The orderly slaps your hand away. "Nice try, lady, " he sneers, "but I Floyd | got eyes in the back of my head; I'm like a fuckin' hawk." Floyd | Floyd | "... ooh, yeah," whispers the orderly, ogling his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take plant" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PLANT Floyd | Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "summon an elder god to consume all who oppose us" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SUMMON AN ELDER GOD TO CONSUME ALL WHO OPPOSE US Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think we tried saying the elder god's name here and he said that was f'd up." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "act crazy" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ACT CRAZY Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > DANCE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "tell orderly about michael" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TELL ORDERLY ABOUT MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | "Look, lady," the orderly interrupts you. "Is your old man in there?" Floyd | He jerks his thumb toward the southern hallway. "I didn't think so. Floyd | Which means I don't give a fuck." Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, ">No, I was hoping you'd take him here." | |
| DavidW says, "maybe at one point Michael will be in here, but I think it's just as likely he's in charge of the mob." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly." | ||
| *** Session 7 *** | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "May the record also show that I cheated." | ||
| DavidW says, "Yes, well, we were very very stuck." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Sure. I think the save is cfanchorwines." | ||
| DavidW asks, "And we *won't* go across the bridge at all this time?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "At least not yet." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask anchor" | ||
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Floyd ] The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind
Floyd ] is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind
Floyd ] of fear is fear of the unknown.
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "r" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cfanchorwines" | ||
Floyd ] Wine Cellar day three
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| Roger arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | DavidW asks, "Have we done the telescope yet?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I think so. I believe we went over the bridge and Ialdaetced the door after opening the wine racck last time." | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. Let's see that fish oil can that spoilerbirds tweeted about." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | The old, flagstone walls gleam with unwholesome-smelling moisture, and Floyd | the sagging timbers creak uneasily above your head. Ancient, frayed Floyd | wiring festoons the ceiling like some strange species of clinging Floyd | vine. Portions of the cellar extend south and east into the clammy Floyd | darkness, though you could always beat a hasty retreat up the stairs Floyd | to the north. Floyd | Floyd | One largish bundle of wires leads down to a rusty old fuse cabinet Floyd | bolted to the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Gratefully, you leave the clammy confines of the cellar behind. Floyd | Floyd | Pantry Floyd | The pantry is empty save for a layer of dust on the shelves. A door to Floyd | the south leads down to the cellar, or you can return to the kitchen Floyd | to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cellar door stands open, revealing dark stairs leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Pantry day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Kitchen day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Where once pots and skillets and various utensils hung in profusion, Floyd | the kitchen walls are now merely ranks of dusty cabinets and a forest Floyd | of empty hooks. Doorways lead east and south, a small pantry lies to Floyd | the northwest, and the back door to the north leads out of the house. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cardboard box (in which are some newspaper Floyd | clippings) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "You did mention taking a bath last time, too." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Back Hall day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back Hall Floyd | A short hallway, connecting rooms to the east, west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ALL Floyd | Floyd | newspaper: Dropped. Floyd | strange black disk: Dropped. Floyd | strange metal flute: Dropped. Floyd | broom: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undress" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDRESS Floyd | Floyd | You take off the trenchcoat. Floyd | You take off the clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP ALL Floyd | Floyd | trenchcoat: Dropped. Floyd | clothes: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bath" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BATH Floyd | Floyd | (the towel) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shower" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SHOWER Floyd | Floyd | You've always been more of a bath person, actually. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bath" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER BATH Floyd | Floyd | (the towel) Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter tub" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom, in the bathtub day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER TUB Floyd | Floyd | You get into the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take a bath" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom, in the bathtub day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE A BATH Floyd | Floyd | (the towel) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom, in the bathtub day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "hah" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom, in the bathtub day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to get out of the bathtub first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You get out of the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a broom, a strange metal flute, a strange black disk Floyd | and a newspaper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop towel" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a broom, a strange metal flute, a strange black disk Floyd | and a newspaper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop towel" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a broom, a strange metal flute, a strange black disk Floyd | and a newspaper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter tub" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom, in the bathtub day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER TUB Floyd | Floyd | You get into the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bath" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom, in the bathtub day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BATH Floyd | Floyd | There's no need for a bath right now; you're perfectly clean. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Moop." | |
| DavidW says, "So there's a right and wrong time for bath." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You get out of the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | A small chamber of cold, white tile and floral-print wallpaper. It Floyd | sports a genuine, whitewashed, claw-foot bathtub with a shower Floyd | attachment, which is a definite plus. The bedroom lies east. Floyd | Floyd | Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Your trenchcoat is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a broom, a strange metal flute, a strange black disk Floyd | and a newspaper here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear clothes" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the clothes) Floyd | You put on the clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Well, we'll get dirty soon enough." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the trenchcoat) Floyd | You put on the trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||
Floyd ] Bathroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL Floyd | Floyd | newspaper: Taken. Floyd | broom: Taken. Floyd | strange metal flute: Taken. Floyd | strange black disk: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Master Bedroom Floyd | The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Floyd | Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully Floyd | carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned Floyd | accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most Floyd | striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the Floyd | largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a towel here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Master Bedroom day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Upstairs Landing day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Landing Floyd | A narrow hallway runs east, from the top of the stairs down the length Floyd | of the house. To the north, directly opposite the stairs, is the Floyd | master bedroom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Foyer day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Foyer Floyd | Although it appears spacious from the outside, the house's interior Floyd | feels cramped and gloomy. The walls seem too close together; the Floyd | ceiling is too high. The doorways, leading in several directions, are Floyd | narrow and filled with shadows, and the stairs leading up to the Floyd | second floor are steep and rickety. This is not a house that makes you Floyd | feel welcome. It is a house that makes you feel tiny and timid, and Floyd | afraid of dark places. It is a house that makes you feel alone. Floyd | Floyd | Your luggage is still here, spread out all over the foyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the front door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the House Floyd | The lane runs up from the southeast and ends at a wide clearing Floyd | surrounded by gnarled and ancient trees. A wide, curving driveway runs Floyd | up to the front door of your house, which lies north. Floyd | Floyd | The front door stands open to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The Verlac mansion looms before you, casting an air of menace over the Floyd | clearing. Floyd | Floyd | The hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you step outside. Floyd | Something is wrong. Something is very wrong with the air. A heavy, Floyd | charged sensation, like standing next to high-tension wires; a faint Floyd | odor of spoiled meat drifting on the wind; you can't put your finger Floyd | on it, but it might have something to do with that strange hole in the Floyd | sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the front door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sky" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the House day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SKY Floyd | Floyd | There is a spinning, churning hole in the clouds, directly over the Floyd | lighthouse; an inverted whirlpool sucking streamers of gray up into Floyd | itself. You'd think it was some sort of funnel cloud, except that it's Floyd | not moving anywhere. It's simply hanging, turning slowly in the sky. Floyd | The sight of that horrible, whirling hole makes you shudder, Floyd | involuntarily recalling that hideous entity that lurks behind those Floyd | clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Scenic View day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Scenic View Floyd | The treeline falls away on the north side of this northwest-northeast Floyd | bend in the road, giving way to a panoramic view of the Miskaton River Floyd | Valley and the grubby little town of Anchorhead nestled within it. Floyd | From here you can see the paper mill almost directly to the north; the Floyd | solitary lighthouse and surrounding ocean to the northeast; and the Floyd | dilapidated stone church below you to the east. Winding through it all Floyd | is the oily black ribbon of the Miskaton, and almost directly in the Floyd | center lies the little clearing of Town Square. You can just make out Floyd | the shape of the obelisk from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A filthy old mattress lies among the weeds over in one corner of the Floyd | lot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wharf Floyd | The gentle creaking of hawsers and the hollow slap of water beneath Floyd | the wooden pier provide a faint counterpoint to the endless, rhythmic Floyd | surging of the sea. The fishing industry (like the paper industry) has Floyd | all but died away in Anchorhead; nonetheless there are still a few Floyd | boats tied to the pier. A path leads back through an opening in a Floyd | chain-link fence to the northwest; otherwise, it's just you and the Floyd | ocean. Floyd | Floyd | An old, discarded tin of fish oil sits at the end of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tin" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TIN Floyd | Floyd | It's dented and rusty, and you can barely make out the words "Skagen, Floyd | Denmark" printed along the side. The lid is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take tin" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TIN Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the strange metal flute into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put tin in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT TIN IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | You slip the old tin into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "A 'lid' suggests openable/closeable at will." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take tin" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TIN Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open tin" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN TIN Floyd | Floyd | You open the old tin, revealing a smelly quantity of fish oil. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x oil" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OIL Floyd | Floyd | (the fish oil) Floyd | It's a viscous, nasty-smelling goo, made from and made for feeding Floyd | fish. Not very appetizing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell it" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL IT Floyd | Floyd | Ugh. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close tin" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE TIN Floyd | Floyd | You close the old tin. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave crashes against the rocks, sending a cloud of spray into Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "enter boat" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER BOAT Floyd | Floyd | The boats are not your property, and you have no desire to trespass on Floyd | what is probably someone's last feeble source of livelihood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put tin in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT TIN IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | You slip the old tin into the pocket of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Wharf Floyd | The gentle creaking of hawsers and the hollow slap of water beneath Floyd | the wooden pier provide a faint counterpoint to the endless, rhythmic Floyd | surging of the sea. The fishing industry (like the paper industry) has Floyd | all but died away in Anchorhead; nonetheless there are still a few Floyd | boats tied to the pier. A path leads back through an opening in a Floyd | chain-link fence to the northwest; otherwise, it's just you and the Floyd | ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ocean" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OCEAN Floyd | Floyd | The sea is the color of old pewter, surging and chopping restlessly Floyd | beneath the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "We won't enter boats, but offices, now that's a different story." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pier" | ||
Floyd ] Wharf day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PIER Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "well, yeah" | |
| DavidW asks, "anyway, hook and teddy bear next?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Vacant Lot day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vacant Lot Floyd | Where once a building stood, there is now only cracked pavement and Floyd | rampant weeds. A high chain-link fence surrounds this vacant lot; the Floyd | only breaks lie to the west and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A filthy old mattress lies among the weeds over in one corner of the Floyd | lot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Chilly Avenue day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chilly Avenue Floyd | Perhaps it is merely the effect of some unwholesome vapour rising from Floyd | the murky waters of the nearby Miskaton, but the temperature along Floyd | this street seems perceptibly cooler than normal, even for a New Floyd | England autumn. Two dirt roads lead south and southwest, into the Floyd | dense woods at the edge of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | There's something strangely familiar about the woods here... scenes Floyd | from last night's dream flicker through your memory, but you are Floyd | unable to recall the details. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x woods" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WOODS Floyd | Floyd | You scrutinize the edge of the road carefully, looking for whatever it Floyd | was you saw... Floyd | Floyd | There. On the west side. That stump, and the twisted sapling growing Floyd | next to it; you recognize them. And just beyond them... the path. It's Floyd | the path you took in your dream, a narrow rut running west through the Floyd | underbrush. You can hardly believe it, but there it is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x path" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PATH Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trunk" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TRUNK Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Trampled Path day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Trampled Path Floyd | The tangled undergrowth has been beaten down in a path leading roughly Floyd | from the east to the southwest. Shrubs and grass have been flattened Floyd | and pushed aside, vines torn down, and small trees bent or even Floyd | snapped in half, as though something heavy with huge, flat feet had Floyd | simply trampled its way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Trampled Path day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Even if the woods weren't so singularly uninviting, the underbrush is Floyd | too thick to wade through, and there are no paths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Slaughterhouse Floyd | The decayed remains of an old slaughterhouse stand here, now little Floyd | more than a shell of crumbling brick and gaping holes, surrounded by a Floyd | clearing of yellow, sickly grass. A path leads northeast, back toward Floyd | the road; to the west, a gaping hole that might once have been a Floyd | doorway leads into the rotting building. Floyd | Floyd | The forest is unnaturally quiet here, you notice; there are no birds Floyd | calling, no leaves rustling or branches creaking; even the Floyd | whippoorwills have fallen silent. All is still, holding its collective Floyd | breath in an expectant hush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | There's something odd about the ground here; some faint marking or Floyd | pattern. Floyd | Floyd | An old rusty meat hook sticks out of the ground nearby, its point Floyd | half-buried in the dirt. Floyd | Floyd | Over in the far corner, a tattered sheet of drawing paper lies Floyd | discarded on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hook. take it" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X HOOK. TAKE IT
Floyd |
Floyd | The crossbar fits in your palm, leaving the hook part to stick out
Floyd | between the third and fourth fingers. It's a heavy sucker, nearly
Floyd | fifteen inches long from handle to point, made for hauling around
Floyd | carcasses with a minimum of ceremony. You wouldn't like to think what
Floyd | this could do to a living person.
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paper. take it" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X PAPER. TAKE IT
Floyd |
Floyd | (the newspaper)
Floyd | It's the "Weekly Arkham Herald". Anchorhead, apparently, is not large
Floyd | enough to warrant its own newspaper.
Floyd | (slipping the strange black disk into the pocket of your trenchcoat to
Floyd | get a hand free)
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x drawing. take it" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X DRAWING. TAKE IT
Floyd |
Floyd | The drawing is of a pair of crudely rendered figures, scrawled with
Floyd | dark, heavy lines that occasionally punch right through the paper. The
Floyd | two figures are holding hands. The one on the left is a smiling woman
Floyd | with long, straight hair; the one on the right...
Floyd |
Floyd | Well, you don't know. Frankly, you'd rather not speculate. An octopus
Floyd | on human legs, maybe, if you could believe any healthy child would
Floyd | conceive of such a thing. Above the first figure is scribbled the word
Floyd | "MOMY"; above the second, "WILAM (ME)".
Floyd | (slipping the towel into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand
Floyd | free)
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. A circle of rotting plywood covers the Floyd | opening. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move plywood" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE PLYWOOD Floyd | Floyd | You dig your fingers under the edge of the plywood and, straining as Floyd | hard as you can, manage to slide the heavy cover off the top of the Floyd | well and onto the grass. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Carefully testing each foothold, you descend into the well. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BONES Floyd | Floyd | You can deduce only two things about the gruesome pile: there are more Floyd | bones here than could be produced by a single child, and some of the Floyd | bones are older than others. Whoever has been throwing them down here Floyd | has been doing it for a long time. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger asks, "Did you look at the pattern on the ground back there?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BONES Floyd | Floyd | You notice a tuft of brown among the yellowed-ivory of the bones. Floyd | Moving aside a clattering pile of ribs, you discover a child's teddy Floyd | bear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bear. x bear" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE BEAR. X BEAR
Floyd |
Floyd | (slipping the meat hook into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a
Floyd | hand free)
Floyd | You pick up the teddy bear. It is old and threadbare, its fur worn
Floyd | through to the stuffing in some places. Stitched onto its behind is
Floyd | the name "Jeffrey".
Floyd | It is old and threadbare, its fur worn through to the stuffing in some
Floyd | places. Stitched onto its behind is the name "Jeffrey".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You painstakingly climb out of the old well. Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | There's something odd about the ground here; some faint marking or Floyd | pattern. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "We did last time." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PATTERN Floyd | Floyd | The marks in the dirt are tracks of some kind, but not of any animal Floyd | you're familiar with, unless there's a lame elephant loose in the New Floyd | England woods. The prints are large -- quite a bit larger than your Floyd | outspread hand, and vaguely round. They criss-cross the ground in Floyd | every direction. Whatever made them obviously lives here, or at least Floyd | visits quite often. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "ok" | |
| DavidW says, "ok, now trying to leave should prompt William's arrival. We run and hide under the bones." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You are about to step back through the eastern wall when a noise makes Floyd | you stop. In the woods outside, to the east -- something is there. Floyd | Something breathing. Something huge. Floyd | Floyd | A branch cracks sharply; and another. It's coming this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | The sound of tearing undergrowth grows louder. Whatever it is, it's Floyd | practically bulldozing its way through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | As quickly as you are able, you scramble down the rough stone walls. Floyd | Ten feet from the bottom, you slip, landing with a clatter amidst the Floyd | dusty bones. Floyd | Floyd | In the Well Floyd | The sky is a dim circle of light far above you. The stone walls press Floyd | in on you from all sides, and the air is clammy and frigid. A faint Floyd | odor of decay drifts up from the floor; the smell of a trapped animal Floyd | decomposing under the back porch. Floyd | Floyd | You are standing knee deep in a rattling jumble of children's bones. Floyd | Floyd | The ground trembles slightly with the thing's thunderous footsteps as Floyd | it tromps up the path. It's right outside the slaughterhouse! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hide under bones" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well, lying under the children's boday three Floyd | Floyd | > HIDE UNDER BONES Floyd | Floyd | You burrow down into the bones, piling more bones on top of you for Floyd | cover while trying to make as little noise as possible. Floyd | Floyd | You hear it pause inside the building, its hide slithering loudly Floyd | against the brick walls as it moves about. There is a horrible, wet Floyd | snorting sound, as if it were trying to pick up a scent, then an Floyd | unspeakable, inhuman grunt of anger. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well, lying under the children's boday three Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Scarcely daring to breathe, you lie as still as possible beneath your Floyd | cover of bones as the thing, whatever it is, moves closer. A shadow Floyd | falls across the mouth of the well, and then the circle of light above Floyd | you is blotted out by a shape so utterly, blasphemously hideous that Floyd | it is all you can do to remain conscious. Two grotesquely blue and Floyd | childlike eyes blink down into the darkness of the well, searching... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | And then it is gone. Floyd | Floyd | You must have lost consciousness after all, judging from the stiffness Floyd | in your limbs and the difference in the light. You have no idea how Floyd | long you were out, but the creature must have passed you by. The Floyd | forest is still again; the breathing and footsteps, gone. Floyd | Floyd | Involuntarily, you let out a long, shuddering breath. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Now we can escape, only to find the mob, and we enter the church." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] In the Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The bones fall away, clattering loudly as you stand up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Old Stone Well day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You painstakingly climb out of the old well. Floyd | Floyd | Old Stone Well Floyd | Beyond the south wall of the old slaughterhouse, there is nothing but Floyd | a tangled thicket so dense as to be impenetrable in every direction Floyd | except to the north, where you can slip back into the ruined Floyd | slaughterhouse through a hole in the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the midst of the underbrush is a squat circle of stone: Floyd | the top of an ancient well. Floyd | Floyd | A rotting circle of plywood leans against the side of the well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Crumbled Ruin day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Crumbled Ruin Floyd | The roof has collapsed, leaving the interior open to the sky; the Floyd | floor is nothing but bare, beaten dirt. Gaps in the bricks lead east Floyd | and south. Although nothing stands now but the tottering, crumbling Floyd | stonework (and that only barely), you fancy you can still detect a Floyd | faint miasma of death -- a palpable, chilling reminder of the bloody Floyd | work which once went on within these walls. Floyd | Floyd | Faint tracks mark the dirt here; large, rounded footprints tracking Floyd | back and forth across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Abandoned Slaughterhouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Slaughterhouse Floyd | The decayed remains of an old slaughterhouse stand here, now little Floyd | more than a shell of crumbling brick and gaping holes, surrounded by a Floyd | clearing of yellow, sickly grass. A path leads northeast, back toward Floyd | the road; to the west, a gaping hole that might once have been a Floyd | doorway leads into the rotting building. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Trampled Path day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Trampled Path Floyd | The tangled undergrowth has been beaten down in a path leading roughly Floyd | from the east to the southwest. Shrubs and grass have been flattened Floyd | and pushed aside, vines torn down, and small trees bent or even Floyd | snapped in half, as though something heavy with huge, flat feet had Floyd | simply trampled its way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Down the Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Down the Road Floyd | The forest grows denser as you go, crowding thickly up to either side Floyd | of the road. The groping, tangled branches block out what little Floyd | sunlight there is left. Your footsteps are muffled; whispering leaves Floyd | and the slow drip of water are the only sounds you can hear. Beyond Floyd | the watching trees, the shadows are impenetrably thick. The road Floyd | stretches interminably, north to south. Floyd | Floyd | At the edge of the forest, on the west side of the road, stand the Floyd | rotted stump and twisted sapling from your dream. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Deserted Lane day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Deserted Lane Floyd | The gently winding lane makes its way through the birch woods south of Floyd | town. New England foliage is famous for its splendid colors in the Floyd | fall, but the oppressive weather and pervading murk have leached these Floyd | trees of most of their tint. The road continues south into the Floyd | increasingly dense forest, and in the other direction heads back to Floyd | town. A paved walk also leads east through the trees. Floyd | Floyd | A small group of townsfolk has gathered up at the north end of the Floyd | road. As you approach, still breathless from your encounter with the Floyd | thing at the slaughterhouse, they turn toward you -- and that's when Floyd | you notice that the one in the lead has an axe in his hand. And the Floyd | one behind him has a pair of garden shears. Floyd | Floyd | A couple of men move over to your left, and several more step out of Floyd | the forest behind you. All of them carry weapons or nasty farm Floyd | implements of some kind, and all of them look as though they're just Floyd | about ready to put an end to a certain over-curious, outsider woman Floyd | who doesn't know enough to keep her nose out of things better left Floyd | undisturbed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Churchyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You dart past the men on your right, making a break for the church. Floyd | The townsfolk hover around the entrance to the churchyard but do not Floyd | follow you, confident that there is no way you can escape. Floyd | Floyd | Churchyard Floyd | A low, wrought-iron fence, its spike-tipped bars bent or leaning at Floyd | crazy angles, surrounds the overgrown yard of this dark, abandoned Floyd | church. A gap in the fence leads back west, while a bare path beaten Floyd | through the groping weeds leads around the church to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | The path bends northeast, around the side of the church. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Church Floyd | The forest encroaches right up to the iron fence here, some of which Floyd | is literally buried in the tangled underbrush. There are no doors on Floyd | this side, although a wooden trap door over by the corner of the Floyd | building probably leads into a cellar. A path leads southwest, around Floyd | to the front of the church. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break padlock with hook" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK PADLOCK WITH HOOK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the meat hook) Floyd | (slipping the newspaper into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You raise the meat hook high over your head and bring it squarely down Floyd | onto the padlock. The rusted metal casing splits open, the hasp falls Floyd | loose, and the padlock, now nothing but a broken shell, slides to the Floyd | ground. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the tattered drawing into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | You pick up the broken padlock. It's little more than a twisted hunk Floyd | of torn metal. You'd hardly even guess it was ever used as a padlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Church day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You open the trap door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | As you drop to the floor, the trap door suddenly slams shut above you. Floyd | You hear noises outside -- something thumping against the door, and Floyd | low voices. You hear someone muttering, and a brief round of Floyd | unpleasant laughter. Then the voices drift away. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight emits a warm yellow beam. Floyd | Floyd | Church Cellar Floyd | Centipedes and beetles scurry away across the rotten floorboards as Floyd | you shine your light across the room. Over in the corner sits a Floyd | hulking shape of black metal that was probably once a wood-burning Floyd | furnace; aside from that, the cellar looks empty. A dark alcove, the Floyd | shadows within too thick to see through, opens in the west wall, and a Floyd | trap door in the ceiling leads back up to the outside. Floyd | Floyd | At the very edge of your light's glow, you can just make out a Floyd | horribly suggestive shape lying in the shadows behind the furnace. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "So, we get a key, a robe, and a rope, if I recall." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shape" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SHAPE Floyd | Floyd | It's the dead body of a woman. Her head has been raggedly hacked away, Floyd | and her clothes above the waist are soaked through with blood. As you Floyd | fight to control your rising gorge, you note that the body cannot have Floyd | been here for very long; the decay, though bad, is not very far Floyd | advanced. She must have been killed within the last couple of days at Floyd | most. Floyd | Floyd | A skittering movement from the corpse makes you jump. When you look Floyd | again, you see it's only an insect crawling across her blouse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search corpse" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH CORPSE Floyd | Floyd | Gingerly, trying to avoid the worst of the blood, you lift the woman's Floyd | lapel, hoping to find something -- identification, maybe. Her wallet Floyd | is missing; however, you do find, tucked into the pocket of her Floyd | blazer, a small, steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Only to use and abandon that poor rope." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take steel key" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | Your throat tightens as you slowly open the bloodstained hatch... Floyd | Floyd | Slow horror washes over you. You found exactly what you expected to Floyd | find, of course. It's the real estate agent's severed head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x head" | ||
Floyd ] Church Cellar day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HEAD Floyd | Floyd | It's the gore-spattered head of the real estate agent -- you recognize Floyd | her from the cover of a brochure she sent you in the mail several Floyd | months ago. The eyes are still open and the mouth thrown wide in a Floyd | silent scream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Empty Stairwell day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Empty Stairwell Floyd | This alcove used to house a stairwell leading up and down; now it Floyd | contains only a few rotted boards jutting from the walls and an empty Floyd | shaft dropping down out of sight. Above you hang the broken-off Floyd | remains of the stairs leading up to the ground floor, the last Floyd | shattered riser only a couple of tantalizing feet out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a few steps back, draw in a deep breath, and make a dash for Floyd | the edge. At the last possible second you jump, sailing out over the Floyd | pit as you make a desperate grab for the bottom riser... Floyd | Floyd | ... and catch it. Floyd | Floyd | Unfortunately, you lose your grip on the broom, the teddy bear, the Floyd | meat hook, the broken padlock and the small steel key while trying to Floyd | grab the riser, and they tumble it tumbles into the darkness below. Floyd | Floyd | The riser bends ominously under your weight but doesn't give. Panting, Floyd | you haul yourself up onto the creaking stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs stop short about seven feet shy of the basement floor, the Floyd | bottom-most steps hanging suspended over an empty shaft that descends Floyd | beyond sight into the shadowy depths. What's left of the structure Floyd | creaks and shifts uneasily under your feet. At the top of the stairs Floyd | to the north, a doorway opens onto the ground floor of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking under your feet is getting louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | through a shadowy doorway to the south you can see stairs leading Floyd | down. Floyd | Floyd | Piled in one dusty corner is a heap of old cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cloth" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CLOTH Floyd | Floyd | You shake the cloth out, revealing it to be a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | From the stairwell behind you there is a sudden, painful shriek of Floyd | nails ripping out of stone, a loud, protracted splintering, and Floyd | finally a thunderous crash that seems to echo up the shaft from far Floyd | below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x robe" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ROBE Floyd | Floyd | The robe is made of some rough, heavy material, dyed a deep, murky Floyd | red, like old wine. Its voluminous folds would easily cover you head Floyd | to toe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Looking at the tome twice is fatal, iirc." | |
| DavidW asks, "Can we even take it?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOME Floyd | Floyd | A horrid coldness seeps into your fingers as you try to pick the book Floyd | up; it flows from the book itself into your body, soaking into your Floyd | bones and making your back teeth ache. Quickly, you set the book down Floyd | again, absently trying to rub the unpleasant sensation from your Floyd | hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Rather, taking a closer look is." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cross" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CROSS Floyd | Floyd | From the way it fell, it looks as though it must have been hung Floyd | upside-down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close tome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE TOME Floyd | Floyd | Strange; the spine won't bend. The book is rigid as a board and will Floyd | not close. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Chapel Floyd | This little room behind the chapel is hardly bigger than a broom Floyd | closet. A ladder bolted to the wall leads up through a hatch, Floyd | presumably up into the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Steeple Floyd | A tiny space inside the tip of the church's steeple, barely five feet Floyd | across, the walls tapering to only two feet across some twelve feet Floyd | above your head. There is a narrow window, but it seems to have been Floyd | painted black at some point. The only exit seems to be the ladder from Floyd | which you just emerged. Floyd | Floyd | An old length of rope dangles down from a square hole cut in the Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL ROPE Floyd | Floyd | You tug on the rope, but it seems firmly attached to whatever it's Floyd | tied to at the top of the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB ROPE Floyd | Floyd | You haul yourself up onto the rope, bringing your whole weight to Floyd | bear. It holds for about three seconds -- then there is a sharp snap Floyd | from above you and a muffled clank. The rope falls, spilling you to Floyd | the floor amidst an untidy tangle of coils. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rope" | ||
Floyd ] Steeple day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ROPE Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the length of rope. It's about twenty feet long, frayed in Floyd | a few places but still sturdy enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Behind the Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Chapel Floyd | This little room behind the chapel is hardly bigger than a broom Floyd | closet. A ladder bolted to the wall leads up through a hatch, Floyd | presumably up into the steeple. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | Broken shards from the shattered the stained glass windows grits under Floyd | your feet as you step around rows of overturned pews. The dust and Floyd | cobwebs have been busy here, reclaiming another bit of this town's Floyd | abandoned history. To the west lies the vestibule; to the east, a Floyd | small doorway behind the pulpit leads to the back of the church. Floyd | Floyd | The big wooden cross that once hung above the pulpit has fallen, split Floyd | in half. Floyd | Floyd | On the pulpit is a huge, black tome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Vestibule day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vestibule Floyd | A dim antechamber, opening onto the main chapel to the east. To the Floyd | west, the main doors to the church have been solidly nailed shut, and Floyd | a shadowy doorway to the south leads to further darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Stairs Floyd | The stairs are completely gone, now. All that's left is a narrow ledge Floyd | overlooking an empty shaft, and a fair portion of the railing still Floyd | nailed to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to railing" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > TIE ROPE TO RAILING Floyd | Floyd | You tie the rope securely to the railing, letting the other end dangle Floyd | down into the dark shaft. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put all in coat" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL IN COAT Floyd | Floyd | hooded robe: No matter how tightly you roll up the heavy robe, it is Floyd | still too big to fit in your pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x broom" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BROOM Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hand a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a tattered drawing, a Floyd | newspaper, a towel, a strange black disk, an old tin (which is Floyd | closed), a strange metal flute, a silver locket, a gold locket, a Floyd | flashlight (providing light), a keyring, on which are five keys (a Floyd | small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip Floyd | of paper, a family album, a book of matches with six matches left, a Floyd | torn journal, a typewritten notice, a lantern and your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Did we leave the broom in the bathroom, then?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I think you jumped with stuff in your hands." | ||
| DavidW asks, "oh. You mean we lost it in the Empty Stairwell?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "It should be in the sewers now." | ||
| DavidW says, "Easy to find out." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put robe in shaft" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Stairs day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ROBE IN SHAFT Floyd | Floyd | The hooded robe drops down out of sight, and a few seconds later you Floyd | hear a faint splash. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Hanging From the Rope day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Gripping the end of the rope tightly, you lower yourself off the edge Floyd | and shimmy down into the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging From the Rope Floyd | Your feet dangle over empty space. Looking down, you can barely make Floyd | out a faint glimmer of water, far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Hanging From the Rope day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You're at the end of the rope; there's nowhere else to go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath, shut your eyes tight, say a quick prayer... Floyd | and let go of the rope. Floyd | Floyd | The heart-stopping plunge lasts only a second or two before you hit Floyd | shockingly cold water. Your flashlight goes out and blackness Floyd | envelopes you. Water rushes into your mouth and nose; the stone bottom Floyd | slams into your side and nearly knocks the wind out of you... and then Floyd | you find your feet, and your head breaks the surface. Blindly, you Floyd | thrash about until you find higher ground, and you crawl, choking and Floyd | sputtering, feeling cold brick beneath your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight must not be quite as waterproof as you originally Floyd | thought; the beam flickers unsteadily, and you have to bang it against Floyd | the palm of your hand a couple of times to get it to work. Floyd | Floyd | Vaulted Tunnel Floyd | The walls of this long, rectangular chamber are made of crumbling Floyd | brick, not concrete; most likely it was built at some earlier period Floyd | than the rest of the tunnels. The ceiling is lost in darkness above Floyd | you, but from the sounds of the echoes it must be pretty high. Water Floyd | flowing in from the northwestern tunnel has pooled in a depression Floyd | sunk into the limestone floor, becoming quite deep near the far end. Floyd | Floyd | The shattered wreckage of the church stairway lies half submerged in Floyd | the water-filled depression. You're lucky to have missed it in your Floyd | fall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a hooded robe, a broom, a teddy bear, a meat hook, a Floyd | broken padlock and a small steel key here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||
Floyd ] Vaulted Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL Floyd | Floyd | small steel key: Taken. Floyd | hooded robe: Taken. Floyd | broom: Taken. Floyd | teddy bear: Taken. Floyd | meat hook: (slipping the small steel key into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | broken padlock: (slipping the teddy bear into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "geez. I didn't even notice I'd dropped all those things." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take tin" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TIN Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the meat hook into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | You open the old tin, revealing a smelly quantity of fish oil. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour oil on hinge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > POUR OIL ON HINGE Floyd | Floyd | (the fish oil on the rusty hatch) Floyd | Stop trying to make a mess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put oil on hinge" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT OIL ON HINGE Floyd | Floyd | (first getting some fish oil) Floyd | You dip your finger in and come up with a small glob of pungent fish Floyd | oil. Floyd | Floyd | You rub a good amount of fish oil all over the rusty hinges. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close tin" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE TIN Floyd | Floyd | You close the old tin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | The oiled hinges give a little, allowing you to wiggle your fingers Floyd | further under the door's edge. A sharp tug -- and the door swings down Floyd | suddenly, spilling filthy water into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Outflow Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outflow Tunnel Floyd | From the smell of it, this must be a sewage outflow tunnel. Filthy Floyd | water swirls past a metal grate to the west and eddies around your Floyd | hands and knees, on which you are forced to crawl in this cramped Floyd | cylindrical passageway. To the east, the tunnel narrows still further, Floyd | terminating about twenty feet further in a circle of dim light. Floyd | Much of the water is pouring through an open hatch set in the floor of Floyd | the tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight beam flickers uncertainly for a moment, then comes back Floyd | a bit weaker than before. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu exclaims, "IT'S OPEN!" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You reach the end of the pipe and wriggle your way out, dropping Floyd | awkwardly to the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Beach Floyd | This narrow strip of beach is tucked away between two outcroppings in Floyd | the predominantly rocky shoreline, accessible only from a steep, muddy Floyd | slope to the west. The sand is filthy and strewn with rocks, seaweed, Floyd | litter and other bits of storm-tossed detritus. Floyd | Floyd | Near the bottom of the slope, a sewage outflow pipe juts out over the Floyd | beach, about three feet above the ground. A thin stream of Floyd | acrid-smelling sewer water trickles out over the lip of the pipe, Floyd | forming a puddle in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You switch the flashlight off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x puddle" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PUDDLE Floyd | Floyd | The water coming from the pipe is foul-smelling and brown. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you can hear the lonesome keening of a train whistle Floyd | drifting on the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x litter" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LITTER Floyd | Floyd | There is nothing of any worth or interest here, just drifts of trash. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | At the top of the slope you find a tall, wooden fence with a loose Floyd | board near the bottom; pushing it aside, you manage to wriggle through Floyd | the gap. Floyd | Floyd | Alley Floyd | This narrow aperture between two buildings is nearly blocked with Floyd | piles of rotting cardboard boxes and overstuffed garbage cans. Ugly, Floyd | half-crumbling brick walls to either side totter oppressively over Floyd | you. The alley ends here at a tall, wooden fence. Floyd | Floyd | High up on the wall of the northern building there is a narrow, Floyd | transom-style window. One of the garbage cans has been pushed up Floyd | against the wall directly underneath it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | (opening the real estate office door first) Floyd | Floyd | Office Floyd | Pallid gray light trickles in through the drawn blinds. The office is Floyd | deserted, papers still scattered across the top of the desk. The front Floyd | door lies west, and the file room lies east. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the corner of the paper-strewn desk are a telephone and an Floyd | answering machine. Floyd | Floyd | Someone seems to have left a cup of coffee sitting out, half-finished Floyd | and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the real estate office door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock drawer with steel key" | ||
Floyd ] Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DRAWER WITH STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the small steel key) Floyd | (slipping the broken padlock into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | You unlock the drawer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | You open the drawer, revealing a hastily written letter and a Floyd | tarnished bronze key. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all from drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL FROM DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | tarnished bronze key: (slipping the old tin into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | You remove the tarnished bronze key from the drawer. It is heavy and Floyd | apparently very old, crusted over in places with a thin rime of Floyd | verdigris. Floyd | hastily written letter: (slipping the small steel key into the pocket Floyd | of your trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | You remove the hastily written letter from the drawer. It consists of Floyd | several pages torn from a yellow legal pad and stapled in the corner; Floyd | each page is covered on both sides, top to bottom, with erratic, Floyd | frightened handwriting. It is dated two days ago -- the day you Floyd | arrived in Anchorhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read letter" | ||
Floyd ] Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ LETTER Floyd | Floyd | (the hastily written letter) Floyd | The letter reads: Floyd | Floyd | "To whom it may concern -- Floyd | Floyd | "My name is Claudia Benson, and I attest that I am of sound mind and Floyd | body, at least for what little time I have left. Floyd | Floyd | "If you are reading this anywhere within the city limits of Floyd | Anchorhead, be aware that your life is in grave and immediate danger. Floyd | Nearly all of the inhabitants of this city are members of a secret Floyd | cult that has thrived since before the first settlers arrived here in Floyd | the early 1600s and is still strong today. Its members are fanatical Floyd | and quite insane, and will kill anyone who learns their secrets. I Floyd | received a phone call early this morning which I believe is a threat Floyd | to my life; I assume the cult somehow discovered that I was planning Floyd | to divulge information to an outsider and now plans to silence me. In Floyd | case I don't make it, I am leaving this testimony for someone to find; Floyd | hopefully it will be someone who can put a stop to this madness once Floyd | and for all. Floyd | Floyd | "The cult originally evolved from the rituals of the ancient Misquat Floyd | Indian tribe that once lived in this region. Although this tribe is Floyd | now extinct, its beliefs have been passed down relatively unchanged Floyd | through generations of settlers for nearly four centuries. These Floyd | beliefs center around the worship of some sort of demon or god from Floyd | the outer reaches of space, which visited the earth millions of years Floyd | ago and will return some day to wreak terrible destruction. I am Floyd | unclear on the exact details as there is very little historical Floyd | information available on this tribe, unless the University is hiding Floyd | material from me, which I am half-convinced it may well be. Floyd | Floyd | "The ringleaders of this cult are and have always been the Verlac Floyd | family. Every second generation a male Verlac is born, and the role of Floyd | high priest is passed down from grandfather to grandson, following Floyd | some arcane ritual of ascension. There is a persistent legend that Floyd | this ritual somehow involves a transmigration of souls -- that, in Floyd | fact, all male Verlacs are actually the reincarnation of the original Floyd | founder of the American line. Although this is obviously nothing more Floyd | than local superstition, the legend has such a hold on the people of Floyd | the region that it may have become a self-perpetuating delusion on the Floyd | part of the members of the Verlac family, each male child honestly Floyd | believing that he is his own grandfather reborn. Edward Verlac Floyd | rejected this obscene birthright, and I believe that the townspeople Floyd | drove him to insanity for it. Floyd | Floyd | "Regardless of the truth behind these legends, the cult is planning to Floyd | act very soon. In the 1920s, Edward's grandfather Mordecai Verlac Floyd | began preaching that the return of the 'Nameless God' was imminent -- Floyd | specifically, that it would occur the day after tomorrow. He re-opened Floyd | the defunct paper mill, converting it into a factory to build some Floyd | sort of device, a 'beacon' with which to facilitate the Nameless God's Floyd | entry into this world. This device is very nearly finished, and in two Floyd | days they will be ready to enact their great ritual -- what they call Floyd | the 'Blessed Event'. It will most likely entail the wholesale Floyd | slaughter of every non-cultist man, woman and child in the city. The Floyd | child abductions of the past few years were most likely preparatory Floyd | sacrifices perpetrated by the cult, and there is no reason to believe Floyd | that the killing will stop once their great ritual is complete. Floyd | Floyd | "If you are, in fact, the young man who planned to move into the Floyd | Verlac estate, you must be careful. The cult is almost certainly Floyd | watching your every move, and will attempt to induct and brainwash you Floyd | into their cult or, failing that, murder both you and your wife. I had Floyd | hoped to warn you upon your arrival; however, as the message on my Floyd | answering machine this morning attests, I don't have much time left. Floyd | With any luck, I'll be out of the city by tonight. If I don't make it, Floyd | please try to stop these people. This key might help -- I managed to Floyd | dig it out our old property file on the lighthouse. I know they Floyd | consider that building important for some reason. Do what you can with Floyd | it. And be careful. These cultists are a menace, inbred and insane to Floyd | the last man, and no one will be safe until they are wiped off the Floyd | face of the earth. Floyd | Floyd | "Good luck, and be careful. Floyd | Floyd | -- Claudia Benson" Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Such a charming little town. Not." | |
| DavidW says, "goodness" | ||
| DavidW says, "Let's hope we can sneak past the mob and deliver the teddy bear next." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | (opening the real estate office door first) Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The office door is open. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the real estate office door. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the south, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "f w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > F W Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air becomes warmer, more dingy, Floyd | and slightly more difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Shanty Town Floyd | The road peters out at a wide clearing of rutted mud, flanked by Floyd | uneven rows of decrepit, clapboard shacks. The town is quiet, almost Floyd | deserted; only a few bits of loose tarpaper blowing listlessly in the Floyd | wind betray the overall stillness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #11" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #11
Floyd |
Floyd | It looks run-down and weather-beaten, just like all the others.
Floyd |
Floyd | Flakes of ash drift gently down from the sky like gray snow, coating
Floyd | everything with a thin layer of soot.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on #11" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > KNOCK ON #11
Floyd |
Floyd | After a moment or two of silence, you hear a furtive rattling, and the
Floyd | door opens a crack to reveal a woman's pale and haggard face. She
Floyd | stares out you with a mixture of trepidation and mistrust.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about Jeremy" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT JEREMY Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show bear to woman" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW BEAR TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the teddy bear) Floyd | (slipping the tarnished bronze key into the pocket of your trenchcoat Floyd | to get a hand free) Floyd | The woman's eyes widen in sudden recognition, and she takes the teddy Floyd | bear from you, turning it over to read the name stitched on the back. Floyd | Tears well up in her eyes, spilling over onto her pale, sunken cheeks. Floyd | "This is my boy's," she whispers. "This is Jeffrey's." Floyd | Floyd | She looks at you suddenly. "Where did you find this? Did you find..." Floyd | but then she stops. She can see from your face that you have not found Floyd | her son, only this one clue. But... even one clue, however tenuous, Floyd | offers possibility. And the woman's face softens, just a little bit, Floyd | with something that you guess hasn't made its home there in a very, Floyd | very, long time: Floyd | Floyd | Hope. Floyd | Floyd | "Come in," she says softly. "Thank you for bringing me this. Please, Floyd | come in." Floyd | Floyd | She steps aside from the door, and you enter her home. Floyd | Floyd | #11 Mill Town Road Floyd | A dirty, ramshackle home, scraped together out of the bits and ends of Floyd | working-class poverty. The floor is warped and broken wood, bare dirt Floyd | showing through the cracks between boards. Rags hang across the window Floyd | in lieu of curtains. Over in the far corner is a rickety old stove; in Floyd | the opposite corner a threadbare cot; it hits you suddenly that a Floyd | family of three once lived, slept and ate all in this single room, Floyd | which is slightly smaller than your bedroom back at the house. Floyd | Floyd | The woman watches you expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | On the threadbare cot is a teddy bear. Floyd | Floyd | A set of grime-smeared overalls hangs on a hook next to the front door Floyd | to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf30" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x woman" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | She is pale and thin from lack of food. Her hair is prematurely gray. Floyd | The dismal poverty and constant fear that she has lived in all her Floyd | life have leached her body of its youth, leaving her aged before her Floyd | time, stooped and scarred with worry. She clutches a tattered shawl, Floyd | its fabric the faded color of old dishwater, close around her throat, Floyd | and she watches you the way a wounded rabbit might watch a potentially Floyd | hungry cat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. Ideas?" | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "Ask her about Jeffrey?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "You tried Jeremy." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about jeffrey" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT JEFFREY Floyd | Floyd | "It came in the night," the woman tells you, her voice barely above a Floyd | whisper, "just like when it took all the other children over the Floyd | years. It came through the window and took him away while we slept." Floyd | The woman's voice breaks, and she shakes her head, trying not to weep. Floyd | "Without my Jeffrey, I don't know if I can go on." Her look implores Floyd | you. "If you do find him, please tell me. Please bring my boy back to Floyd | me!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell woman about william" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > TELL WOMAN ABOUT WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | She shakes her head. "I don't know much about those folks, except that Floyd | they're bad all the way through. I try to stay away from their Floyd | business. They said it was Edward who was stealing all those children, Floyd | but I guess that wasn't ever true." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell woman about well" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > TELL WOMAN ABOUT WELL Floyd | Floyd | The woman presses her fist against her mouth and looks away. "No," she Floyd | says softly, "I can't believe that. I can't believe my little boy Floyd | could be down in that..." She breaks off, unable even to complete the Floyd | thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell woman about bones" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > TELL WOMAN ABOUT BONES Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the dog's skeleton or the well? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about mob" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT MOB Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about kidnapping" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT KIDNAPPING Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about overalls" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT OVERALLS Floyd | Floyd | She smiles, sad and wistful. "Max did maintenance work up at the Floyd | mill," she says, "until the accident. It was five years ago this Floyd | September. One of the big presses must have malfunctioned... they told Floyd | me there were no remains to speak of..." She sighs. "Max was a good Floyd | man. He took care of Jeffrey and me. I keep his overalls there to Floyd | remember him by." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about max" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT MAX Floyd | Floyd | She smiles, sad and wistful. "Max did maintenance work up at the Floyd | mill," she says, "until the accident. It was five years ago this Floyd | September. One of the big presses must have malfunctioned... they told Floyd | me there were no remains to speak of..." She sighs. "Max was a good Floyd | man. He took care of Jeffrey and me. I keep his overalls there to Floyd | remember him by." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about mill" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT MILL Floyd | Floyd | The woman's expression grows hard and bitter. "They keep us like Floyd | animals," she says, indicating the shack, the town, the poverty around Floyd | her. "We're forced to live in company housing, buy all our food and Floyd | goods from the company, all on the pittance the company gives us." She Floyd | bites her lower lip. "And now I don't even get that; with Max gone I'm Floyd | drawing compensation, which was barely enough to feed Jeffrey and Floyd | me... before... " She stops as her lips begin to tremble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask woman about cult" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT CULT Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about claudia" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT CLAUDIA Floyd | Floyd | The woman just looks away absently; apparently, she doesn't know very Floyd | much about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about lighthouse" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT LIGHTHOUSE Floyd | Floyd | The woman just looks away absently; apparently, she doesn't know very Floyd | much about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "show letter to woman" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW LETTER TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | (the hastily written letter to the pale, frightened woman) Floyd | The woman hardly even looks at it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about michael" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT MICHAEL Floyd | Floyd | Somehow, you feel uncomfortable talking about your own husband to this Floyd | woman, who so recently lost her own. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x overalls" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OVERALLS Floyd | Floyd | They look like a normal set of industrial overalls, the kind of Floyd | uniform you'd see mill workers in. Stitched into the fabric just above Floyd | the breast pocket is the name "Max". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search overalls" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH OVERALLS Floyd | Floyd | In the overalls is a long steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | "Max had lots of keys to the mill. He did maintenance work there." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman for long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN FOR LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | "Oh!" exclaims the woman softly. "I didn't even realize that was still Floyd | in his pocket. I suppose it opens some door at the mill." She takes Floyd | the key out of the overalls and looks at it for a long while. "Yes," Floyd | she says, finally. "Take it. I don't need it... and perhaps it will Floyd | help you find Jeffrey." Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Ah." | |
| DavidW asks, "Say our goodbyes and leave?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "goodbye" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > GOODBYE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "woman, goodbye" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > WOMAN, GOODBYE
Floyd |
Floyd | The woman seems lost in contemplation.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about name" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT NAME Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The woman attempts a wan smile as you make ready to leave. "Thank Floyd | you," she says softly, indicating the stuffed bear. "If you discover Floyd | anything else, please let me know." Floyd | Floyd | Shanty Town Floyd | The road peters out at a wide clearing of rutted mud, flanked by Floyd | uneven rows of decrepit, clapboard shacks. The town is quiet, almost Floyd | deserted; only a few bits of loose tarpaper blowing listlessly in the Floyd | wind betray the overall stillness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | (opening the gate first) Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The path curves southwest, leading you into an overgrown area behind Floyd | the mill. Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | Carefully pushing the prickly branches aside, you find a rusty metal Floyd | hatch set into the base of the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock hatch with long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK HATCH WITH LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | (opening the metal hatch first) Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | The noise of machinery is growing steadily louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight must not be quite as waterproof as you originally Floyd | thought; the beam flickers unsteadily, and you have to bang it against Floyd | the palm of your hand a couple of times to get it to work. Floyd | Floyd | The machines behind the walls are reaching a feverish pitch, and an Floyd | unpleasant vibration ripples up and down the crawlway. Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gauge" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GAUGE Floyd | Floyd | The gauge has a circular face with a needle that sweeps in a 270 Floyd | degree arc across a set of numbered calibrations, most of which are Floyd | colored green. The last 30 degrees or so are colored bright red. The Floyd | needle is slowly traveling down the right side of the dial, about Floyd | three-quarters of the way to the red zone. Floyd | Floyd | Just as the mechanical noises reach a crescendo, the pipes at the Floyd | north end of the crawlway suddenly give vent to an enormous gout of Floyd | superheated steam. The entire north half of the crawlway is Floyd | momentarily filled with vapor and intense heat, which just as quickly Floyd | dissipates. The noise behind the walls recedes to a calmer level, and Floyd | the needle on the gauge swings back down to zero. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "So we can be steam-boiled if we're not careful." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Looks like it." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Careful with the flashlight." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | The metal wheel is incredibly hot, and you jerk your blistered hands Floyd | away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, this is what the towel's for. I remember now." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn wheel with towel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN WHEEL WITH TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the valve wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put towel on wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT TOWEL ON WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the towel) Floyd | (slipping the hastily written letter into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | You drape the towel over the valve wheel. Floyd | Floyd | The needle slowly creeps up the dial. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | You grip the sides of the wheel -- even through the towel, you can Floyd | feel the heat radiating from it -- and haul it clockwise with all your Floyd | strength. It squeaks reluctantly at first, then gives all at once. Floyd | From down the corridor you hear an enormous hissing rush as steam is Floyd | vented from the pipes, and the needle in the gauge drops abruptly down Floyd | to zero. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight beam flickers uncertainly for a moment, then comes back Floyd | a bit weaker than before. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I'd have suggested the towel." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The air grows hotter the farther in you go, and it is becoming Floyd | difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is closed. Floyd | Floyd | It is now pitch dark in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You stumble forward blindly... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the book of matches) Floyd | (slipping the long steel key into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | You really should take it out of your pocket first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the towel into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | It is now pitch dark in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "argh" | |
| DavidW asks, "Was our last save point in the woman's home?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I think so." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf30" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about mill" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT MILL Floyd | Floyd | The woman's expression grows hard and bitter. "They keep us like Floyd | animals," she says, indicating the shack, the town, the poverty around Floyd | her. "We're forced to live in company housing, buy all our food and Floyd | goods from the company, all on the pittance the company gives us." She Floyd | bites her lower lip. "And now I don't even get that; with Max gone I'm Floyd | drawing compensation, which was barely enough to feed Jeffrey and Floyd | me... before... " She stops as her lips begin to tremble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about max" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT MAX Floyd | Floyd | She smiles, sad and wistful. "Max did maintenance work up at the Floyd | mill," she says, "until the accident. It was five years ago this Floyd | September. One of the big presses must have malfunctioned... they told Floyd | me there were no remains to speak of..." She sighs. "Max was a good Floyd | man. He took care of Jeffrey and me. I keep his overalls there to Floyd | remember him by." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about overalls" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT OVERALLS Floyd | Floyd | She smiles, sad and wistful. "Max did maintenance work up at the Floyd | mill," she says, "until the accident. It was five years ago this Floyd | September. One of the big presses must have malfunctioned... they told Floyd | me there were no remains to speak of..." She sighs. "Max was a good Floyd | man. He took care of Jeffrey and me. I keep his overalls there to Floyd | remember him by." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search overalls" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH OVERALLS Floyd | Floyd | In the overalls is a long steel key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | "Max had lots of keys to the mill. He did maintenance work there." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman for long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN FOR LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | "Oh!" exclaims the woman softly. "I didn't even realize that was still Floyd | in his pocket. I suppose it opens some door at the mill." She takes Floyd | the key out of the overalls and looks at it for a long while. "Yes," Floyd | she says, finally. "Take it. I don't need it... and perhaps it will Floyd | help you find Jeffrey." Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The woman attempts a wan smile as you make ready to leave. "Thank Floyd | you," she says softly, indicating the stuffed bear. "If you discover Floyd | anything else, please let me know." Floyd | Floyd | Shanty Town Floyd | The road peters out at a wide clearing of rutted mud, flanked by Floyd | uneven rows of decrepit, clapboard shacks. The town is quiet, almost Floyd | deserted; only a few bits of loose tarpaper blowing listlessly in the Floyd | wind betray the overall stillness. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The path curves southwest, leading you into an overgrown area behind Floyd | the mill. Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | Flakes of ash drift gently down from the sky like gray snow, coating Floyd | everything with a thin layer of soot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search thickets" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH THICKETS Floyd | Floyd | Carefully pushing the prickly branches aside, you find a rusty metal Floyd | hatch set into the base of the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf31" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock hatch with long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK HATCH WITH LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | You unlock the metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | (opening the metal hatch first) Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | Set into the base of the mill wall, nearly covered by the thickets, is Floyd | a metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the hastily written letter into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind cuts through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Darkness day three Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | Floyd | The machines behind the walls are reaching a feverish pitch, and an Floyd | unpleasant vibration ripples up and down the crawlway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT MATCH Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the book of matches) Floyd | (slipping the long steel key into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | One of the matches starts to burn. Floyd | Floyd | Just as the mechanical noises reach a crescendo, the pipes at the Floyd | north end of the crawlway suddenly give vent to an enormous gout of Floyd | superheated steam. The entire north half of the crawlway is Floyd | momentarily filled with vapor and intense heat, which just as quickly Floyd | dissipates. The noise behind the walls recedes to a calmer level. Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "light lantern" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LIGHT LANTERN Floyd | Floyd | The lantern is now lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read gauge" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ GAUGE Floyd | Floyd | The gauge has a circular face with a needle that sweeps in a 270 Floyd | degree arc across a set of numbered calibrations, most of which are Floyd | colored green. The last 30 degrees or so are colored bright red. The Floyd | needle is currently resting all the way to the left, at zero. Floyd | Floyd | The needle slowly creeps up the dial. Floyd | Floyd | Ouch! You drop the match as it burns down to your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put towel on wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT TOWEL ON WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the towel) Floyd | (slipping the book of matches into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | You drape the towel over the valve wheel. Floyd | Floyd | The noise of machinery is growing steadily louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | You grip the sides of the wheel -- even through the towel, you can Floyd | feel the heat radiating from it -- and haul it clockwise with all your Floyd | strength. It squeaks reluctantly at first, then gives all at once. Floyd | From down the corridor you hear an enormous hissing rush as steam is Floyd | vented from the pipes, and the needle in the gauge drops abruptly down Floyd | to zero. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by one point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The air grows hotter the farther in you go, and it is becoming Floyd | difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You shove the handle down, and it remains in the lowered position when Floyd | you let go. Behind the metal walls you can hear mechanisms clanking Floyd | into gear, and a faint, rapid ticking sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't light rapid ticking sounds in mysterious mills." | |
| DavidW says, "er like" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Neither do I." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the hatch first) Floyd | The handle is down as far as it will go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HATCH Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is round and quite sturdy-looking. There is a handle on this Floyd | side, and a small notice fixed to the wall nearby. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a heavy clunking sound from within the hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read notice" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ NOTICE Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the printed sign or the typewritten notice? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "printed" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > PRINTED Floyd | Floyd | "Maintenance hatch operates on a timed-release mechanism. Door will Floyd | unlock approx. 15 s after handle is pulled." Floyd | Floyd | There is a sharp metallic CLANK from within the hatch, and the handle Floyd | snaps back to an upright position. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | You shove the handle down, and it remains in the lowered position when Floyd | you let go. Behind the metal walls you can hear mechanisms clanking Floyd | into gear, and a faint, rapid ticking sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN HATCH Floyd | Floyd | The handle is down as far as it will go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the hatch first) Floyd | The handle is down as far as it will go. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a heavy clunking sound from within the hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm confused as to what's happening." | |
| Knight_Otu asks, "I think now it's open?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the hatch first) Floyd | With a sharp tug, the heavy metal door swings open. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I left the towel behind. I hope that's not a mistake." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "We'll notice I guess." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x vats" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X VATS Floyd | Floyd | The machines squat like gigantic mechanical trolls all around you, Floyd | ceaselessly clanking, groaning, vibrating and spitting steam. Floyd | Floyd | Strange; although you could hardly call yourself acquainted with the Floyd | workings of a paper mill, you can't help but notice that none of the Floyd | machines you can see seem to be involved with anything like the making Floyd | of paper. At any rate, you don't see any paper -- or any wood pulp, or Floyd | any dye, or anything else you might reasonably assume a paper mill Floyd | would have on hand -- anywhere. The machines are definitely busy Floyd | churning out something -- but what? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x controls" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CONTROLS Floyd | Floyd | The waist-high bank has all number of arcane lights, dials and gauges Floyd | on it; however, the only two controls that bear mentioning are a lever Floyd | and a large red button. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x button" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BUTTON Floyd | Floyd | It's a large button, colored bright red. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X LEVER Floyd | Floyd | The lever juts out about a foot from the panel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x chain" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CHAIN Floyd | Floyd | It runs all the way up past the catwalk to the ceiling. Its links look Floyd | somewhat greasy. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "North? Another direction? Play with the controls?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Let's try north first." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath, check your clothing for any loose, dangling Floyd | hems that could be caught by a hungry gear shaft, and edge your way Floyd | into the works. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "cf32" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "oh dear. Is this a maze?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh. Hm." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | A red light bulb set high up on one of the machines begins blinking on Floyd | and off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a light bulb set high up on one of the machines, blinking Floyd | bright, angry red. Floyd | Floyd | Bolted to the side of one of the machines is a steel ladder, leading Floyd | up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | Several workbenches and racks of arcane electronic equipment have been Floyd | dragged together to form a sort of open laboratory on this wide Floyd | balcony overlooking the mill. A wide table dominates the area, strewn Floyd | with precision tools, bits of wire, and scribbled calculations. To the Floyd | south, a narrow catwalk hangs above the mill floor, and a metal ladder Floyd | leads down into the machinery below. Floyd | Floyd | Prominent among the strange tools scattered across the table is a Floyd | strange caliper-like instrument. Floyd | Floyd | On the workbenches are some notes and some arcane electronic Floyd | equipment. Floyd | Floyd | One of the racks contains a number of circular mirrors, stacked side Floyd | by side like dishes in a dishwasher. Floyd | Floyd | Tacked up on the wall is a large technical blueprint. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ok, I lucked out there." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Well, that was surprisingly lucky." | ||
| DavidW says, "okay, I think these mirrors are the things that MUST NOT BE TOUCHED WITH BARE HANDS." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mirrors" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MIRRORS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the mirror labeled #1, the mirror labeled #2, the Floyd | mirror labeled #3 or the mirror labeled #4? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x #1" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > X #1
Floyd |
Floyd | The mirror is perfectly round and exquisitely polished. It is very
Floyd | slightly concave on its reflecting surface, distorting the edges of
Floyd | your face as you stare into it. On the back is a small label with the
Floyd | number 1 written on it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x blueprint" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BLUEPRINT Floyd | Floyd | The blueprint is a technical schematic for some extremely complicated Floyd | device, the exact purpose of which is anything but clear. It looks a Floyd | bit like a telescope, a bit like a microwave oven turned inside out, Floyd | and a bit like the "industrial laser" from Goldfinger. The Floyd | inner workings of the device involve a complicated arrangement of Floyd | lenses and mirrors and a hopeless tangle of circuitry that vaguely Floyd | resembles several dozen street maps of Manhattan laid across each Floyd | other. Some of the notations on the circuitry don't even look like Floyd | technical symbols; they look more like cabbalistic runes. Floyd | Floyd | Next to what must represent the main focusing mirror of the device, Floyd | someone has written the number "0.0113"; someone else, in another Floyd | handwriting, has scratched that number out and written below it, Floyd | "0.0128". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x equipment" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X EQUIPMENT Floyd | Floyd | Circuitboards, electronic components of various shapes and sizes. It's Floyd | all entirely beyond you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x caliber" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CALIBER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x caliper" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CALIPER Floyd | Floyd | Made of stainless steel, molded in a strangely flowing, almost organic Floyd | design, the calipers -- if that is what they are -- resemble no other Floyd | tool you've ever seen. It has three independently adjustable arms, Floyd | each ending in a needle-point pincer, which fold back on themselves at Floyd | grotesque, asymetrical angles toward a floating center point. There is Floyd | a calibrated readout set near the base, which presumably provides a Floyd | measure of whatever strange contortion of space is occupied by Floyd | whatever object is placed between the pincers at the tool's other end. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take caliper" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CALIPER Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "use caliper" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > USE CALIPER Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > MEASURE Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to measure? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure #1 with caliper" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > MEASURE #1 WITH CALIPER
Floyd |
Floyd | The instrument holds the mirror delicately clamped between its
Floyd | pincers; the readout reads "0.0191".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure #2" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > MEASURE #2
Floyd |
Floyd | (with the calipers)
Floyd | The instrument holds the mirror delicately clamped between its
Floyd | pincers; the readout reads "0.0189".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure #3" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > MEASURE #3
Floyd |
Floyd | (with the calipers)
Floyd | The instrument holds the mirror delicately clamped between its
Floyd | pincers; the readout reads "0.0128".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure #4" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > MEASURE #4
Floyd |
Floyd | (with the calipers)
Floyd | The instrument holds the mirror delicately clamped between its
Floyd | pincers; the readout reads "0.0160".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu asks, "So does that mean we want #3?" | |
| DavidW says, "So #3 matches the cultist's new desired measurement, and none of them have the old." | ||
| DavidW says, "I suppose we do." | ||
| DavidW says, "But we must not grab it with bare hands." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "On the other hand, as yu said, it's what the cultists want." | ||
| DavidW says, "We might even need a carrying case." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Now where do wqe get gloves?" | ||
| DavidW says, "No idea." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Or a carrying case, as the case may be." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x notes" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X NOTES Floyd | Floyd | The notes are a mess of incomprehensibly scrawled numbers; long Floyd | printouts of technical data, tangled diagrams and complex formulae. Floyd | Even if you had the slightest idea what all the calculations meant, Floyd | the numbers are barely even legible. Floyd | Floyd | Lifting up a sheet of cribbed equations, you notice what looks to be a Floyd | general memo to all mill workers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x memo" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MEMO Floyd | Floyd | It's a flimsy sheet of paper with the following message printed on it: Floyd | Floyd | !!NOTICE TO ALL BRETHREN!! Floyd | The focusing mirrors must be kept absolutely clean at ALL TIMES. Even Floyd | the slightest smudge of dirt or grease can create dangerous Floyd | instabilities in the refraction patterns. Floyd | Floyd | All mirrors must receive ionization treatment as a matter of course. Floyd | As an extra precaution, however, always use sterilized surgical gloves Floyd | when handling them. Floyd | Floyd | In the Name of He Who Is Named Not, Floyd | the Mgt. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "So we need an ionizer too?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "It seems a distinct possibility." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TABLE Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Good job on finding that memo." | |
| DavidW says, "We might need to map the aisles and experiment with the control panel." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says, "I wonder how difficult it is to find out way back." | ||
| DavidW says, "Also, we could scope out the lighthouse at some point." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "True, we could." | ||
| DavidW says, "For all we know, the gloves and ionizer are there." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | Bolted to the side of one of the machines is a steel ladder, leading Floyd | up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop notice" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP NOTICE Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the typewritten notice) Floyd | (slipping the calipers into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | A red light bulb set high up on one of the machines begins blinking on Floyd | and off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop flashlight" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP FLASHLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the flashlight) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a light bulb set high up on one of the machines, blinking Floyd | bright, angry red. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a lantern (providing light), a Floyd | broom and a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a pair of calipers, a book of Floyd | matches with five matches left, a hastily written letter, an old tin Floyd | (which is closed), a broken padlock, a meat hook, a tattered drawing, Floyd | a newspaper, a strange black disk, a strange metal flute, a silver Floyd | locket, a gold locket, a keyring, on which are five keys (a small Floyd | copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron key, a Floyd | key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip Floyd | of paper, a family album, a torn journal, your umbrella and three keys Floyd | (a long steel key, a tarnished bronze key and a small steel key). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop padlock" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > DROP PADLOCK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the broken padlock) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | Without warning, a shrieking steam-release valve lets loose a scalding Floyd | gout of vapor right in front of you, causing you to stagger backward, Floyd | strike a low railing with the back of your knees, and topple over into Floyd | a stainless-steel mixing vat twenty feet deep. Floyd | Floyd | Before you can recover from the fall, two dozen jet nozzles set around Floyd | the inner circumference of the vat's rim squirt several hundred Floyd | gallons of high-density mold-injection polymer onto you, at a Floyd | temperature high enough to set cloth on fire -- although this is not a Floyd | major concern for you, since you are almost instantaneously submerged Floyd | and completely cut off from the air. The vat is filled to the rim in Floyd | less than a second and a half -- slightly less time than it takes for Floyd | the heat and lack of oxygen to kill you, and you are still to some Floyd | degree conscious when the hydraulic mold-press slams down onto the Floyd | seething liquid, generating a pressure that rapidly turns your body Floyd | into something resembling a wet, wadded-up beach towel. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 54 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "huh. Red lights are warning lights. Who knew?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeesh." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf32" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON Floyd | Floyd | The control panel emits a nasty buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LEVER Floyd | Floyd | You feel something click as the lever activates a hidden releasing Floyd | mechanism; then, suddenly, the chain snaps up into the air with a loud Floyd | metallic rattle. You quickly step back as a large block of heavy Floyd | equipment -- attached to the other end of the chain -- comes Floyd | plummeting down from the ceiling. At the last instant, a system of Floyd | reducing pulleys slows the block's descent and prevents it from Floyd | crashing into the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x equipment" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X EQUIPMENT Floyd | Floyd | A dense conglomeration of tubes and compressors packed into a sturdy Floyd | metal frame; a bit like a cooling unit from the back of a Floyd | refrigerator, only larger and even more technical looking. It's Floyd | securely attached to the end of a chain, which in turn must be Floyd | attached to some kind of pulley system up near the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tubes" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TUBES Floyd | Floyd | A dense conglomeration of tubes and compressors packed into a sturdy Floyd | metal frame; a bit like a cooling unit from the back of a Floyd | refrigerator, only larger and even more technical looking. It's Floyd | securely attached to the end of a chain, which in turn must be Floyd | attached to some kind of pulley system up near the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | There is nothing on the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "get on it" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > GET ON IT Floyd | Floyd | You get onto the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LEVER Floyd | Floyd | The lever pulls down and then snaps back up -- ka-chunk! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH LEVER Floyd | Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON Floyd | Floyd | You can't quite reach the button while standing on the piece of heavy Floyd | equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Leaning over, you just manage to press the button with the end of the Floyd | broomstick. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the sound of something large and mechanical powering up, a Floyd | low whirring sound, and the block of heavy equipment is lifted gently Floyd | from the floor, carrying you up into the air. It comes to rest just Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | The block of equipment sways and tilts slightly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Finally, the broom is useful again!" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Good thing we didn't abandon it in the church." | ||
| Roger says, "the finger longerer" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to get off the block of heavy equipment first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "off" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > OFF Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You get off the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x balcony" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BALCONY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see it very well from here. It looks to be a workshop of Floyd | some kind, with workbenches and several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | Several workbenches and racks of arcane electronic equipment have been Floyd | dragged together to form a sort of open laboratory on this wide Floyd | balcony overlooking the mill. A wide table dominates the area, strewn Floyd | with precision tools, bits of wire, and scribbled calculations. To the Floyd | south, a narrow catwalk hangs above the mill floor, and a metal ladder Floyd | leads down into the machinery below. Floyd | Floyd | Prominent among the strange tools scattered across the table is a Floyd | strange caliper-like instrument. Floyd | Floyd | On the workbenches are some notes and some arcane electronic Floyd | equipment. Floyd | Floyd | One of the racks contains a number of circular mirrors, stacked side Floyd | by side like dishes in a dishwasher. Floyd | Floyd | Tacked up on the wall is a large technical blueprint. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Alternate route." | |
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||
| DavidW asks, "except, how do we return?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "An alternate route down would... right." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take calipers" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CALIPERS Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the calipers. Made of stainless steel, molded in a Floyd | strangely flowing, almost organic design, the calipers -- if that is Floyd | what they are -- resemble no other tool you've ever seen. It has three Floyd | independently adjustable arms, each ending in a needle-point pincer, Floyd | which fold back on themselves at grotesque, asymetrical angles toward Floyd | a floating center point. There is a calibrated readout set near the Floyd | base, which presumably provides a measure of whatever strange Floyd | contortion of space is occupied by whatever object is placed between Floyd | the pincers at the tool's other end. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure #4" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > MEASURE #4
Floyd |
Floyd | (with the calipers)
Floyd | The instrument holds the mirror delicately clamped between its
Floyd | pincers; the readout reads "0.0160".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure 1" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > MEASURE 1 Floyd | Floyd | (the mirror labeled #1) Floyd | (with the calipers) Floyd | The instrument holds the mirror delicately clamped between its Floyd | pincers; the readout reads "0.0191". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh good. Same as before." | |
| DavidW says, "For all I knew, they might be randomized." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "They might be at the start of the game." | ||
| DavidW says, "They still could be on a ... yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put caliper on bench" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT CALIPER ON BENCH Floyd | Floyd | You put the calipers on the workbenches. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | Bolted to the side of one of the machines is a steel ladder, leading Floyd | up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | A red light bulb set high up on one of the machines begins blinking on Floyd | and off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a light bulb set high up on one of the machines, blinking Floyd | bright, angry red. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | Without warning, a shrieking steam-release valve lets loose a scalding Floyd | gout of vapor right in front of you, causing you to stagger backward, Floyd | strike a low railing with the back of your knees, and topple over into Floyd | a stainless-steel mixing vat twenty feet deep. Floyd | Floyd | Before you can recover from the fall, two dozen jet nozzles set around Floyd | the inner circumference of the vat's rim squirt several hundred Floyd | gallons of high-density mold-injection polymer onto you, at a Floyd | temperature high enough to set cloth on fire -- although this is not a Floyd | major concern for you, since you are almost instantaneously submerged Floyd | and completely cut off from the air. The vat is filled to the rim in Floyd | less than a second and a half -- slightly less time than it takes for Floyd | the heat and lack of oxygen to kill you, and you are still to some Floyd | degree conscious when the hydraulic mold-press slams down onto the Floyd | seething liquid, generating a pressure that rapidly turns your body Floyd | into something resembling a wet, wadded-up beach towel. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 54 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf32" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hmph." | |
| DavidW asks, "Feel like visiting a lighthouse?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, that might be more fruitful." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's damp bath towel is draped across the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | Set into the base of the mill wall, nearly covered by the thickets, is Floyd | a metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The road heads out over a narrow breakwater jutting out into the Floyd | ocean. Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door with bronze key" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR WITH BRONZE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the tarnished bronze key) Floyd | (slipping the towel into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You unlock the massive bronze door. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave crashes against the rocks, sending a cloud of spray into Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Mazes are mean enough without instakills attached." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | (opening the massive bronze door first) Floyd | With great effort, you manage to pull the ancient, creaking door open Floyd | a few inches, enough to slip through. Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of the Lighthouse Floyd | The sound of the ocean is muffled behind the thick cinderblock walls, Floyd | and the air is damp and heavy. You can almost feel the weight of two Floyd | hundred feet of hoary old whitewashed brick pressing down on you from Floyd | above. To the west, a narrow strip of dim light marks the exit. Floyd | Cracked concrete steps lead up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You climb the winding stairs in a gradual spiral around the inner Floyd | circumference of the tower, and finally emerge, breathless, at the Floyd | top. Floyd | Floyd | Top of the Lighthouse Floyd | The stairs give onto a wide, circular chamber surrounded by windows. Floyd | The glass is old and streaked with grime, but you still have to catch Floyd | your breath at the magnificence of the view. In one direction, the Floyd | dying heath and the stunted cluster of buildings that is Anchorhead; Floyd | in the other, the ocean like a vast, undulating blanket. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in the middle of the room is what looks like a swivel mount of Floyd | some kind, although nothing is mounted on it now. Looking up, you see Floyd | that it rests directly below a large, hexagonal skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mount" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MOUNT Floyd | Floyd | The mounting is ring-shaped, about three feet in diameter, and is Floyd | designed to allow whatever is to be mounted on it to turn freely in Floyd | all directions. It was probably originally intended to hold the beacon Floyd | when the lighthouse was still in operation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x skylight" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X SKYLIGHT Floyd | Floyd | That big, churning hole in the sky is perfectly framed by the Floyd | hexagonal skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn mount e" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN MOUNT E Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the swivel mount. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn mount" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > TURN MOUNT Floyd | Floyd | The swivel mount itself is not designed to turn; only whatever's Floyd | mounted on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HOLE Floyd | Floyd | (the sky) Floyd | There is a spinning, churning hole in the clouds, an inverted Floyd | whirlpool sucking streamers of gray up into itself. You'd think it was Floyd | some sort of funnel cloud, except that it's not moving anywhere. It's Floyd | simply hanging, turning slowly in the sky. The sight of that horrible, Floyd | whirling hole makes you shudder, involuntarily recalling that hideous Floyd | entity that lurks behind those clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I suppose the mirror goes on the mount." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yes." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But still no surgical gloves." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah, no gloves." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "And the only place I can think of where they could be is the asylum." | ||
| DavidW says, "of course, there's also the question of what might be in the asylum" | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Which raises the question on how to get in." | ||
| DavidW says, "Either to see a patient or, more likely, AS a patient." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look at hole through disk" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK AT HOLE THROUGH DISK Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x anchorhead" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ANCHORHEAD Floyd | Floyd | From this distance, all you can make out of Anchorhead are the leaning Floyd | shapes of its rooftops, huddled in a thin, jagged line against the Floyd | base of the hills to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x ocean" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X OCEAN Floyd | Floyd | The great, gray ocean stretches out as far as you can see, merging Floyd | with the clouds on the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "act mad" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > ACT MAD Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe we have the workshop entry/exit backwards. Maybe we do the maze in and slide down the greasy chain after." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "But with a mirror in tow?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "or wait, is the chain down still dangling when the block is up?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf32" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LEVER Floyd | Floyd | You feel something click as the lever activates a hidden releasing Floyd | mechanism; then, suddenly, the chain snaps up into the air with a loud Floyd | metallic rattle. You quickly step back as a large block of heavy Floyd | equipment -- attached to the other end of the chain -- comes Floyd | plummeting down from the ceiling. At the last instant, a system of Floyd | reducing pulleys slows the block's descent and prevents it from Floyd | crashing into the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get on block" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > GET ON BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You get onto the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Leaning over, you just manage to press the button with the end of the Floyd | broomstick. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the sound of something large and mechanical powering up, a Floyd | low whirring sound, and the block of heavy equipment is lifted gently Floyd | from the floor, carrying you up into the air. It comes to rest just Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x chain" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CHAIN Floyd | Floyd | It runs all the way up past the catwalk to the ceiling. Its links look Floyd | somewhat greasy. Floyd | Floyd | The block of equipment sways and tilts slightly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to get off the block of heavy equipment first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You get off the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You slide down the chain, landing awkwardly on the floor below. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hands" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X HANDS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "xme" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > XME Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | You look good, considering you're covered in grimy ash, filthy from Floyd | splashing around in the sewers and soaking wet. A bit rattled by Floyd | recent events, perhaps, but well-poised and collected, all the same. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm." | |
| DavidW says, "So we can avoid the maze." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "The maze seems ..right." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Your path is blocked by a towering bank of chugging machinery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath, check your clothing for any loose, dangling Floyd | hems that could be caught by a hungry gear shaft, and edge your way Floyd | into the works. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | You take a deep breath, check your clothing for any loose, dangling Floyd | hems that could be caught by a hungry gear shaft, and edge your way Floyd | into the works. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Aisle Floyd | You are picking your way through a narrow gap between high banks of Floyd | vibrating machinery. Twisting aisles branch off in numerous Floyd | directions, some of them so narrow you'd have to turn sideways to make Floyd | your way through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Unless of course we can't chain-slide with a mirror." | |
| DavidW says, "Also, we have no way to reach the south end of the town unless the mob lets us past." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Maybe now that we are hunted, we can go through the beach exit?" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh wait, we can jump off the bridge and reach the south side that way." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But then we lose that grace turn as well...." | ||
| DavidW asks, "You think we can enter the beach pipe now?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "If I was the protagonist, I'd consider it at least." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's damp bath towel is draped across the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gauge" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GAUGE Floyd | Floyd | The gauge has a circular face with a needle that sweeps in a 270 Floyd | degree arc across a set of numbered calibrations, most of which are Floyd | colored green. The last 30 degrees or so are colored bright red. The Floyd | needle is currently resting all the way to the left, at zero. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | Set into the base of the mill wall, nearly covered by the thickets, is Floyd | a metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door with long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR WITH LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock gate with long steel key" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK GATE WITH LONG STEEL KEY Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the long steel key) Floyd | (slipping the towel into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | There don't seem to be any keyholes or locking mechanisms. Irritated, Floyd | you wonder how anybody manages to get to work on time in this city. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the south, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Outside the Real Estate Office day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Real Estate Office Floyd | A grim little cul-de-sac, tucked away in a corner of the Floyd | claustrophobic tangle of narrow, twisting avenues that largely Floyd | constitute the older portion of Anchorhead. Like most of the streets Floyd | in this city, it is ancient, shadowy, and leads essentially nowhere. Floyd | The lane ends here at the real estate agent's office, which lies to Floyd | the east, and winds its way back toward the center of town to the Floyd | west. A narrow, garbage-choked alley opens to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Alley day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Alley Floyd | This narrow aperture between two buildings is nearly blocked with Floyd | piles of rotting cardboard boxes and overstuffed garbage cans. Ugly, Floyd | half-crumbling brick walls to either side totter oppressively over Floyd | you. The alley ends here at a tall, wooden fence. Floyd | Floyd | High up on the wall of the northern building there is a narrow, Floyd | transom-style window. One of the garbage cans has been pushed up Floyd | against the wall directly underneath it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Beach day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Dropping to your hands and knees, you wriggle underneath the loose Floyd | board and scramble down a muddy slope. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Beach Floyd | This narrow strip of beach is tucked away between two outcroppings in Floyd | the predominantly rocky shoreline, accessible only from a steep, muddy Floyd | slope to the west. The sand is filthy and strewn with rocks, seaweed, Floyd | litter and other bits of storm-tossed detritus. Floyd | Floyd | Near the bottom of the slope, a sewage outflow pipe juts out over the Floyd | beach, about three feet above the ground. A thin stream of Floyd | acrid-smelling sewer water trickles out over the lip of the pipe, Floyd | forming a puddle in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Outflow Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER PIPE Floyd | Floyd | (the outflow pipe) Floyd | Well, you've already been through this pipe from the other end, and at Floyd | this point you can't get much dirtier than you already are, so... Floyd | taking a deep breath, you duck your head and wriggle your way into the Floyd | pipe. Floyd | Floyd | Note to self: if you ever make it through this alive, you'd better get Floyd | one hell of an anniversary present come next June. Floyd | Floyd | Outflow Tunnel Floyd | From the smell of it, this must be a sewage outflow tunnel. Filthy Floyd | water swirls past a metal grate to the west and eddies around your Floyd | hands and knees, on which you are forced to crawl in this cramped Floyd | cylindrical passageway. To the east, the tunnel narrows still further, Floyd | terminating about twenty feet further in a circle of dim light. Floyd | Much of the water is pouring through an open hatch set in the floor of Floyd | the tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "heh, you're right!" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Whew." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Outflow Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The thick metal grate blocks further progress up the tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Broken Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Broken Tunnel Floyd | This looks to be an older part of the sewer system that has fallen Floyd | into disrepair. Many of the pipes here have crumbled and are filled Floyd | with debris. Floyd | Floyd | Set in the low ceiling is an old iron hatch, hanging open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I mean, before, she had no reason to go through, but now." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dripping Tunnel Floyd | The ceiling in this north-south tunnel is so low you must bend nearly Floyd | double to navigate it. Water drips endlessly through the walls and Floyd | ceiling, seeping in through thousands of invisible fissures, the Floyd | constant plip-plip-plipping echoing loudly throughout the tunnel. The Floyd | air is so damp you can hardly breathe. Unless your sense of direction Floyd | is mistaken, you must be crossing the Miskaton River -- underneath Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] Dripping Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | The constant echoes of dripping water are quite loud in here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Sewer Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sewer Tunnel Floyd | The tunnel is ankle-deep in brackish water, though raised walkways on Floyd | either side provide relatively dry footing. The walls are slick, the Floyd | air damp and foul. The main tunnel runs north and southeast. Numerous Floyd | smaller pipelines lead in all directions, but all are too small for Floyd | you to crawl through. Iron rungs embedded in the wall lead up through Floyd | an access shaft, back to the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Access Shaft day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Access Shaft Floyd | This tiny, concrete-lined alcove within the underside of the bridge Floyd | forms the top of a vertical shaft leading down into darkness. Iron Floyd | rungs embedded in the wall provide a way down. Floyd | Floyd | In the north wall is a small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | (opening the small metal door first) Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | The ponderous stones of Whateley Bridge arch overhead, casting this Floyd | little concrete ledge into deep shadow. At your feet, the dark waters Floyd | lap quietly against the stones with a hollow, subterranean sound. Floyd | Stone steps to the southeast lead back up to street level. Floyd | Floyd | A small metal door, blotchy with rust, is set into the south bank of Floyd | the river, underneath the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||
Floyd ] Under the Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLOSE DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You close the small metal door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Riverwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Riverwalk Floyd | A low, irregular brick wall to the north divides this street from the Floyd | steep, mud-slick banks of the sinuous Miskaton, while a rusty iron Floyd | gate provides access to a precarious flight of stone steps leading Floyd | down the bank to the water's edge. The street bends south here, Floyd | turning into a misty avenue between the trees. The town square lies Floyd | west, a vacant lot lies east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The street leads east and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > KISS CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | The very thought is repellent. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about edward" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT EDWARD Floyd | Floyd | The orderly squints at you. "Who? -- Oh, wait! You mean the guy, Floyd | ventilated his whole goddamn family early this year. Yeah, I remember Floyd | him. What a nutball. We put him in a rubber room, he lasted two weeks. Floyd | Bashed his fuckin' brains in on the little observation window. Floyd | Reinforced glass, took him right out." The orderly scratches his head. Floyd | "Christ, I gotta get around to cleaning that mess up one of these Floyd | days." Then with a heavy sigh, he returns to his magazine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck for key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK FOR KEY Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the cell key, the long steel key, the tarnished Floyd | bronze key, the small steel key, the small copper key, the Floyd | old-fashioned brass key, the old-fashioned iron key, the key to the Floyd | house or the key to the cellar? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cell key" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > CELL KEY Floyd | Floyd | The orderly laughs. "I don't think so, lady." Floyd | Floyd | You pointedly look the other way as the orderly takes another tweak at Floyd | the pimple on his neck. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put all keys on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL KEYS ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | You need to be holding the keyring before you can put it on top of Floyd | something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put all keys in keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL KEYS IN KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | You need to be holding the keyring before you can put it into Floyd | something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the long steel key into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put all keys in keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT ALL KEYS IN KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | You can't put something inside itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put brass key on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT BRASS KEY ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | The old-fashioned brass key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | The orderly scratches himself absently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put long steel on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT LONG STEEL ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the long steel key) Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | The long steel key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put small steel on keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUT SMALL STEEL ON KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the small steel key) Floyd | The small steel key is now on the keyring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x keyring" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X KEYRING Floyd | Floyd | It's just an ordinary-looking keyring. There are seven keys (a small Floyd | steel key, a long steel key, an old-fashioned brass key, a small Floyd | copper key, an old-fashioned iron key, a key to the house and a key to Floyd | the cellar) on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake keys" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHAKE KEYS Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the keyring) Floyd | That would accomplish very little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "attack chuck with keys" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ATTACK CHUCK WITH KEYS Floyd | Floyd | Much as you'd like to, it probably wouldn't be wise in the long run. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | (opening the barred gate first) Floyd | The orderly laughs at your attempts. "Nice try, lady, but you're never Floyd | gettin' in there without this," he says, patting the key on his belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie belt" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNTIE BELT Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck for gloves" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK FOR GLOVES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about gloves" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT GLOVES Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about asylum" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT ASYLUM Floyd | Floyd | "Listen, I just work here, lady." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about inmates" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT INMATES Floyd | Floyd | "We get all kinds of freaks in here, lady. You have no idea." The Floyd | orderly laughs unpleasantly. "We got some professor in week before Floyd | last, found him naked in his office, he'd cut off his own fuckin' foot Floyd | and was tryn'a eat it. Last year some guy killed his whole family with Floyd | a goddamn shotgun." The orderly shakes his head. "It's a great fuckin' Floyd | world, ain't it, lady? Great fuckin' world." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck aobut professor" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK AOBUT PROFESSOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "eat foot" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > EAT FOOT Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about julia" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT JULIA Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about william" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT WILLIAM Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | The orderly leers at you. "I get off later this evening, if you want Floyd | to get to know me better." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about verlac" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT VERLAC Floyd | Floyd | (the Verlac family) Floyd | "I don't give a shit who you're related to," the orderly says wearily. Floyd | "You'll have to visit them somewhere else, because they ain't here." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about jeffrey" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT JEFFREY Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about benson" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT BENSON Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about rebis" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT REBIS Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "tell chuck about claudia" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell chuck about claudia" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > TELL CHUCK ABOUT CLAUDIA Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about mob" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT MOB Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "burn magazine" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > BURN MAGAZINE Floyd | Floyd | "Hey, you fuckin' mind?" snaps the orderly, snatching it away from Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "burn chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > BURN CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | You don't have a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x matches" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MATCHES Floyd | Floyd | A label on the side reads, "Water-resistant matches. Strike on cover." Floyd | There are five matches left. Floyd | Floyd | You pointedly look the other way as the orderly takes another tweak at Floyd | the pimple on his neck. Floyd | Floyd | Airy strains of vacuous elevator music waft through the room from Floyd | invisible speakers. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, ">burn chuck WITH MY MIND" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pimple" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PIMPLE Floyd | Floyd | Not to put too fine a point on it, you'd just as soon not get anywhere Floyd | near that thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think there must be something we can do to get us committed, but I have no idea what." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about getting committed" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT GETTING COMMITTED Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask chuck about max" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK CHUCK ABOUT MAX Floyd | Floyd | The orderly shrugs. "Wouldn't know," he mutters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read newspaper" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > READ NEWSPAPER Floyd | Floyd | The front page story is about Jeffrey Greer, 8 years old, who was Floyd | abducted from his home at #11 Mill Town Road last night. Little Floyd | Jeffrey is the latest victim in a series of abductions that stretches Floyd | back for years, one every six months or so, and that authorities Floyd | believe is the work of a single perpetrator. Local police had hoped to Floyd | prove that Edward Verlac had been behind the kidnappings, but were Floyd | unable to obtain a confession or any hard proof. Edward Verlac was Floyd | convicted of murdering his wife and two daughters, one of whom was 15 Floyd | months old, in January of this year; he was found not guilty by reason Floyd | of insanity and incarcerated in Danvers Asylum, where he remained Floyd | until committing suicide last March. This latest kidnapping, occurring Floyd | after Edward's death, seems to have cleared up any lingering Floyd | suspicions that he might have been the culprit. Floyd | Floyd | Anyone possessing information regarding the whereabouts of Jeffrey Floyd | Greer is strongly urged to speak to the authorities as soon as Floyd | possible. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "It might just happen through the story progresion." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "I wonder if 'Max Greer' is in the courthouse records." | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > I WONDER IF 'MAX GREER' IS IN THE COURTHOUSE RECORDS.
Floyd |
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to inventory.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Knight_Otu says, "Maybe." | |
| DavidW says, "ack. I'm getting tired." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x windows" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WINDOWS Floyd | Floyd | The whole place exudes a sense of oppressive claustrophobia -- Floyd | standing in its shadow for even a second is enough to make your skin Floyd | crawl. Even the seemingly innocuous motto emblazoned over the main Floyd | entrance fills you with an inexplicable sense of foreboding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter window" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The asylum grounds are surrounded by a high brick wall, and the only Floyd | way back to the outside world is to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb wall" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB WALL Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu asks, "Now if crawling in through the window doesn't get us committed, what does?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Birth Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up max greer in records" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MAX GREER IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Max Greer: born March 19, 1963. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up claudia benson in records" | ||
Floyd ] Birth Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CLAUDIA BENSON IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > SW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Death Records Floyd | A bare room with cinderblock walls. Thousands of records and Floyd | documents, most yellow and brittle with age, are stacked everywhere in Floyd | towering piles. The exit lies northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up max greer in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MAX GREER IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | Max Greer: died September 2, 1992. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up claudia benson in records" | ||
Floyd ] Death Records day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CLAUDIA BENSON IN RECORDS Floyd | Floyd | (in the archives) Floyd | You can find no records under that heading. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse Basement day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Basement Floyd | A single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a watery, yellow light Floyd | against the brick walls. A rickety staircase to the north leads back Floyd | up to the ground floor, and two narrow doorways lead into the record Floyd | archives. Over the southeast door hangs a sign that reads "BIRTH Floyd | RECORDS", while the southwest door bears the sign "DEATH RECORDS". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Courthouse Floyd | A long, dimly lit, north-south corridor stretches away from the Floyd | courthouse entrance. Closed, unmarked doors line either side of the Floyd | hall, their pebbled glass windows lit from within by a murky, Floyd | yellow-orange light. Silence reigns here; your footsteps echo eerily Floyd | on the tiled floor, and occasionally you can hear muted conversation Floyd | behind one of the doors -- you can't tell which. At the hall's Floyd | southern end, a staircase leads down into the basement; a sign hanging Floyd | above it reads "RECORDS". You can return to Town Square to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Courthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | All of the doors are locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Town Square day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Town Square Floyd | A wide expanse of uneven pavestones lies open to the sky, bordered on Floyd | all sides by the leaning, steep-roofed architecture that looms over Floyd | everything in this city. The municipal courthouse stands at the south Floyd | end of the square, next to the mouth of a dark, narrow alley to the Floyd | southwest. Avenues to the west and east lead back into the cramped and Floyd | ingrown streets, while to the north lies Whateley Bridge. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the north, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the square, rising from a circular lawn of Floyd | unhealthy-looking grass and weeds, stands a strange, stone obelisk. It Floyd | seems to be a monument of some sort, although you can see no plaque or Floyd | marker anywhere near it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Dark Corner day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dark Corner Floyd | The rooftops above you lean so close together as to nearly block out Floyd | the sky altogether, making this a particularly dark and unpleasant Floyd | section of the city. The street leads away to the east, and a shadowy Floyd | driveway leads through a high brick wall to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Asylum Courtyard day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Asylum Courtyard Floyd | The grim, white-washed edifice of Danvers Asylum bounds this tiny, Floyd | shadowed courtyard to the south, its narrow, barred windows staring Floyd | blankly down at you like ranks of shriveled, empty eye sockets. You Floyd | can escape through a narrow gateway in the high, brick wall to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting Room Floyd | Ugly, mint-green tiles and walls of whitewashed cinderblock comprise Floyd | the decor of this inhospitable waiting room. A hard little sofa Floyd | upholstered in avocado vinyl and a feebly struggling potted palm are Floyd | provided for the comfort of visitors, although you get the feeling Floyd | that few inmates of this institution are fortunate enough to have Floyd | visitors. A metal gate bars entrance to a southern passageway, which Floyd | you assume leads to the inmates' section. The exit lies north. Floyd | Floyd | An orderly sits by the gate, leisurely perusing a pornographic Floyd | magazine. Floyd | Floyd | A large key dangles from the orderly's belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show letter to chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW LETTER TO CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the hastily written letter or the letter opener? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hastily" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > HASTILY Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the hastily written letter) Floyd | (slipping the keyring into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | He glances at the hastily written letter without anything remotely Floyd | resembling interest, and returns to his magazine without a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show skull to chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW SKULL TO CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the animal's skull) Floyd | (slipping the hastily written letter into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | He glances at the animal's skull without anything remotely resembling Floyd | interest, and returns to his magazine without a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands an animal's skull, a lantern Floyd | (providing light), a broom and a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a hastily written letter, a Floyd | keyring, on which are seven keys (a small steel key, a long steel key, Floyd | an old-fashioned brass key, a small copper key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), a towel, a book of Floyd | matches with five matches left, a tarnished bronze key, an old tin Floyd | (which is closed), a broken padlock, a meat hook, a tattered drawing, Floyd | a newspaper, a strange black disk, a strange metal flute, a silver Floyd | locket, a gold locket, a flashlight, Michael's faculty card, a bundle Floyd | of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which is open but empty), a flask (which Floyd | is closed), a letter opener, a slip of paper, a family album, a torn Floyd | journal, a typewritten notice and your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show faculty card to chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW FACULTY CARD TO CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the faculty card) Floyd | (slipping the animal's skull into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get Floyd | a hand free) Floyd | He glances at the faculty card without anything remotely resembling Floyd | interest, and returns to his magazine without a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show robe to chuck" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW ROBE TO CHUCK Floyd | Floyd | He glances at the hooded robe without anything remotely resembling Floyd | interest, and returns to his magazine without a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "threaten chuck with meathook" | ||
Floyd ] Waiting Room day three Floyd | Floyd | > THREATEN CHUCK WITH MEATHOOK Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm curious if the mob will react differently if we approach from the north side or while we're so filthy." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I suspect we were filthy the first time, too, from the sewer." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "As for approaching from the north... I guess either no change, or even worse." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Should we show Claudia's letter to Mrs Greer?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Didn't we try that?" | ||
| DavidW says, "no, I don't think so." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess we can try, then." | ||
| DavidW says, "We could also grab the blueprint and show that too." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm. Maybe." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf32" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LEVER Floyd | Floyd | You feel something click as the lever activates a hidden releasing Floyd | mechanism; then, suddenly, the chain snaps up into the air with a loud Floyd | metallic rattle. You quickly step back as a large block of heavy Floyd | equipment -- attached to the other end of the chain -- comes Floyd | plummeting down from the ceiling. At the last instant, a system of Floyd | reducing pulleys slows the block's descent and prevents it from Floyd | crashing into the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on block" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > STAND ON BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You get onto the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Leaning over, you just manage to press the button with the end of the Floyd | broomstick. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the sound of something large and mechanical powering up, a Floyd | low whirring sound, and the block of heavy equipment is lifted gently Floyd | from the floor, carrying you up into the air. It comes to rest just Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to get off the block of heavy equipment first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > STAND Floyd | Floyd | The block of heavy equipment sways alarmingly as you step off, almost Floyd | spilling you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | Several workbenches and racks of arcane electronic equipment have been Floyd | dragged together to form a sort of open laboratory on this wide Floyd | balcony overlooking the mill. A wide table dominates the area, strewn Floyd | with precision tools, bits of wire, and scribbled calculations. To the Floyd | south, a narrow catwalk hangs above the mill floor, and a metal ladder Floyd | leads down into the machinery below. Floyd | Floyd | Prominent among the strange tools scattered across the table is a Floyd | strange caliper-like instrument. Floyd | Floyd | On the workbenches are some notes and some arcane electronic Floyd | equipment. Floyd | Floyd | One of the racks contains a number of circular mirrors, stacked side Floyd | by side like dishes in a dishwasher. Floyd | Floyd | Tacked up on the wall is a large technical blueprint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take blueprint" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BLUEPRINT Floyd | Floyd | The blueprint curls up into a loose tube as you pull it from the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WALL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You slide down the chain, landing awkwardly on the floor below. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's damp bath towel is draped across the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the blueprint into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | Set into the base of the mill wall, nearly covered by the thickets, is Floyd | a metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Shanty Town Floyd | The road peters out at a wide clearing of rutted mud, flanked by Floyd | uneven rows of decrepit, clapboard shacks. The town is quiet, almost Floyd | deserted; only a few bits of loose tarpaper blowing listlessly in the Floyd | wind betray the overall stillness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock on #11" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > KNOCK ON #11 Floyd | Floyd | The door opens a crack and the woman peers fearfully out; but when she Floyd | sees it is you, she smiles and beckons you inside. Floyd | Floyd | #11 Mill Town Road Floyd | A dirty, ramshackle home, scraped together out of the bits and ends of Floyd | working-class poverty. The floor is warped and broken wood, bare dirt Floyd | showing through the cracks between boards. Rags hang across the window Floyd | in lieu of curtains. Over in the far corner is a rickety old stove; in Floyd | the opposite corner a threadbare cot; it hits you suddenly that a Floyd | family of three once lived, slept and ate all in this single room, Floyd | which is slightly smaller than your bedroom back at the house. Floyd | Floyd | The woman watches you expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | On the threadbare cot is a teddy bear. Floyd | Floyd | A set of grime-smeared overalls hangs on a hook next to the front door Floyd | to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show letter to woman" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW LETTER TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, the hastily written letter or the letter opener? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hastily" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > HASTILY Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the hastily written letter) Floyd | (slipping the towel into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | The woman hardly even looks at it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show blueprint to woman" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW BLUEPRINT TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the blueprint) Floyd | (slipping the hastily written letter into the pocket of your Floyd | trenchcoat to get a hand free) Floyd | The woman hardly even looks at it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cot" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > X COT Floyd | Floyd | It looks barely big enough to sleep even one person comfortably, and Floyd | yet it's the only thing in the room approximating a bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about cot" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT COT Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about asylum" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT ASYLUM Floyd | Floyd | The woman just looks away absently; apparently, she doesn't know very Floyd | much about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask woman about shanty town" | ||
Floyd ] #11 Mill Town Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > ASK WOMAN ABOUT SHANTY TOWN Floyd | Floyd | You can't think of anything to say about that for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Shanty Town day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The woman attempts a wan smile as you make ready to leave. "Thank Floyd | you," she says softly, indicating the stuffed bear. "If you discover Floyd | anything else, please let me know." Floyd | Floyd | Shanty Town Floyd | The road peters out at a wide clearing of rutted mud, flanked by Floyd | uneven rows of decrepit, clapboard shacks. The town is quiet, almost Floyd | deserted; only a few bits of loose tarpaper blowing listlessly in the Floyd | wind betray the overall stillness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | The street goes east and northwest, or you can take the road out of Floyd | town to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day three Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Circulation Desk Floyd | A high counter divides the public portion of the library from the Floyd | reserved stacks -- all the more esoteric and mysterious volumes from Floyd | the university's collection. If anything, the area behind the counter Floyd | is even more shadowy than the side you're on. The main reading area Floyd | lies south. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging on the wall next to the counter is a small, printed sign. Floyd | Beneath the sign sits a heavy, dog-eared register, and sitting next to Floyd | the register is a bell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up greer in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP GREER IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up rebis in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP REBIS IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess the letter is a more explicit hint that Claudia borrowed books from here." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Possibly." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up julia in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP JULIA IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up mordecai in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP MORDECAI IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up edward in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP EDWARD IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up croseus in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP CROSEUS IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "look up anna in register" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UP ANNA IN REGISTER Floyd | Floyd | (in the dog-eared register) Floyd | You don't find that name on the register. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Circulation Desk day three Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your trenchcoat, your clothes and your wedding ring; Floyd | in addition, you have in your hands a blueprint rolled into a loose Floyd | tube, a lantern (providing light), a broom and a hooded robe. Floyd | Floyd | The pockets of your trenchcoat contain a hastily written letter, a Floyd | towel, a book of matches with five matches left, three keys (a long Floyd | steel key, a tarnished bronze key and a small steel key), an old tin Floyd | (which is closed), a broken padlock, a meat hook, a tattered drawing, Floyd | a newspaper, a strange black disk, a strange metal flute, a silver Floyd | locket, a gold locket, a flashlight, a keyring, on which are five keys Floyd | (a small copper key, an old-fashioned brass key, an old-fashioned iron Floyd | key, a key to the house and a key to the cellar), an animal's skull, Floyd | Michael's faculty card, a bundle of soggy pages, a puzzle box (which Floyd | is open but empty), a flask (which is closed), a letter opener, a slip Floyd | of paper, a family album, a torn journal, a typewritten notice and Floyd | your umbrella. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I want to try approaching the mob." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Go for it." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Library day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Library Floyd | Shadows roost thickly in the vaulted ceiling, and small, green-shaded Floyd | desk lamps cast pools of warm radiance here and there around the Floyd | library's dim interior. You pause a moment to let the hushed Floyd | peacefulness of this place soak in -- a welcome relief from the Floyd | unsettling events of the day. An exit lies east, and a small alcove to Floyd | the north houses the circulation counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] University Court day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | University Court Floyd | Isolated and serene within its high, ivy-covered walls, Miskaton Floyd | University represents this benighted town's single, if somewhat Floyd | dubious, claim to cultural achievement. Founded some time in the early Floyd | 1800s, the school's reputation and enrollment have diminished somewhat Floyd | as Anchorhead drifts further and further into the abyss of provincial Floyd | backwaterism. Still, it is generally recognized for its collection of Floyd | folklore and esoteric mythology (one of the oldest and most extensive Floyd | on the east coast). The Board of Deans was also kind enough to offer Floyd | Michael a full professorship upon hearing of his recently discovered Floyd | heritage and his plans to move into the estate. Ivory tower, perhaps, Floyd | but at least they take care of their own. Floyd | Floyd | There are numerous buildings surrounding this cobbled court, but the Floyd | only one you are interested in is the library to the west. Floyd | Floyd | A gust of wind blows your hair into your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "I have no better ideas right now." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Junction day three Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | To the north, a gap in the crowded press of gloomy buildings opens Floyd | onto a country lane, heading out over a grassy heath. The main street Floyd | continues to the east, while to the northwest, over the top of a steep Floyd | rise, you can just make out the vaulted rooftops of the university. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Narrow Street day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Street Floyd | As the lane winds along from east to west, it narrows until the steep, Floyd | jagged rooftops on either side of the street practically touch each Floyd | other. To the south, a side street leads across Whateley Bridge toward Floyd | the center of town, and a twisting lane leads up a hill to the Floyd | northwest. A short flight of steps to the north leads down to the Floyd | local watering hole. Floyd | Floyd | There appears to be a commotion of sorts to the south, where a group Floyd | of townsfolk have gathered. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Whateley Bridge Floyd | A hoary monument of crumbling, moss-eaten flagstones, Whateley Bridge Floyd | is possibly older than any other structure in the entire city. Floyd | Ponderously it spans the dark, torpid waters of the Miskaton River, Floyd | connecting the north and south halves of the city and occasionally Floyd | raining bits of gravel and mortar from its underside into the water. Floyd | It looks just wide enough for two cars to pass each other between the Floyd | flanking stone parapets, but you wouldn't volunteer to try it. Floyd | Floyd | A group of wary-looking townsfolk has gathered, keeping a watchful eye Floyd | on the streets leading to and from the bridge. Floyd | Floyd | The townsfolk turn toward you as you walk blithely up to them. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, someone's finger jabs out at you. "It's the woman!" He Floyd | shouts. "Get her!!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Whateley Bridge day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | The game is up. You turn to run, but already the men are on your Floyd | heels... Floyd | Floyd | There is no time to run. Heavy boots on the cobblestones; hands Floyd | lunging toward you -- they are everywhere, grabbing you from every Floyd | side, immobilizing you. Someone's huge, calloused paw closes around Floyd | your windpipe and starts to squeeze. Just before you black out, you Floyd | can feel yourself being lifted off your feet... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 54 out of a possible 100 points; you are Floyd | hopelessly enmeshed in the tentacles of an ancient and sinister plot. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. That wasn't helpful." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "But it was something to try." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf32" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cfanchormill" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "I'm strongly tempted to end today's session here." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I wouldn't mind horribly." | ||
| DavidW says, "I should at least check my notes to see if there's something in the maze other than the workshop to be found." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Now that would be even meaner than it already is." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Since we'll probably play IFComp games next, it'll be a while until we pick this back up." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah, I suppose." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "A break from it would be nice." | ||
| DavidW says, "My notes don't seem to indicate anything special in the mill maze." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Good." | ||
| DavidW says, "Six locations in there." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Hm. And a timer on it." | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm now thinking: try taking a mirror with the towel and hope it's good enough." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I suspect not, but worth a try." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah. Lemme try that quickly." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on block" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > STAND ON BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LEVER Floyd | Floyd | You feel something click as the lever activates a hidden releasing Floyd | mechanism; then, suddenly, the chain snaps up into the air with a loud Floyd | metallic rattle. You quickly step back as a large block of heavy Floyd | equipment -- attached to the other end of the chain -- comes Floyd | plummeting down from the ceiling. At the last instant, a system of Floyd | reducing pulleys slows the block's descent and prevents it from Floyd | crashing into the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on block" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > STAND ON BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You get onto the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Leaning over, you just manage to press the button with the end of the Floyd | broomstick. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the sound of something large and mechanical powering up, a Floyd | low whirring sound, and the block of heavy equipment is lifted gently Floyd | from the floor, carrying you up into the air. It comes to rest just Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You'll have to get off the block of heavy equipment first. Floyd | Floyd | The block of equipment sways and tilts slightly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You get off the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | Several workbenches and racks of arcane electronic equipment have been Floyd | dragged together to form a sort of open laboratory on this wide Floyd | balcony overlooking the mill. A wide table dominates the area, strewn Floyd | with precision tools, bits of wire, and scribbled calculations. To the Floyd | south, a narrow catwalk hangs above the mill floor, and a metal ladder Floyd | leads down into the machinery below. Floyd | Floyd | Prominent among the strange tools scattered across the table is a Floyd | strange caliper-like instrument. Floyd | Floyd | On the workbenches are some notes and some arcane electronic Floyd | equipment. Floyd | Floyd | One of the racks contains a number of circular mirrors, stacked side Floyd | by side like dishes in a dishwasher. Floyd | Floyd | Tacked up on the wall is a large technical blueprint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x blueprint" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BLUEPRINT Floyd | Floyd | The blueprint is a technical schematic for some extremely complicated Floyd | device, the exact purpose of which is anything but clear. It looks a Floyd | bit like a telescope, a bit like a microwave oven turned inside out, Floyd | and a bit like the "industrial laser" from Goldfinger. The Floyd | inner workings of the device involve a complicated arrangement of Floyd | lenses and mirrors and a hopeless tangle of circuitry that vaguely Floyd | resembles several dozen street maps of Manhattan laid across each Floyd | other. Some of the notations on the circuitry don't even look like Floyd | technical symbols; they look more like cabbalistic runes. Floyd | Floyd | Next to what must represent the main focusing mirror of the device, Floyd | someone has written the number "0.0113"; someone else, in another Floyd | handwriting, has scratched that number out and written below it, Floyd | "0.0128". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take caliper" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CALIPER Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the calipers. Made of stainless steel, molded in a Floyd | strangely flowing, almost organic design, the calipers -- if that is Floyd | what they are -- resemble no other tool you've ever seen. It has three Floyd | independently adjustable arms, each ending in a needle-point pincer, Floyd | which fold back on themselves at grotesque, asymetrical angles toward Floyd | a floating center point. There is a calibrated readout set near the Floyd | base, which presumably provides a measure of whatever strange Floyd | contortion of space is occupied by whatever object is placed between Floyd | the pincers at the tool's other end. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x towel" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "forgot to bring the towel" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf32" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > RESTORE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: Floyd ] Narrow Aisle day three Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | Michael's damp bath towel is draped across the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take towel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x towel" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X TOWEL Floyd | Floyd | It's a bit mildewy since Michael didn't hang it up, but otherwise it's Floyd | a perfectly ordinary bath towel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The air grows hotter the farther in you go, and it is becoming Floyd | difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON Floyd | Floyd | The control panel emits a nasty buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LEVER Floyd | Floyd | You feel something click as the lever activates a hidden releasing Floyd | mechanism; then, suddenly, the chain snaps up into the air with a loud Floyd | metallic rattle. You quickly step back as a large block of heavy Floyd | equipment -- attached to the other end of the chain -- comes Floyd | plummeting down from the ceiling. At the last instant, a system of Floyd | reducing pulleys slows the block's descent and prevents it from Floyd | crashing into the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on block" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > STAND ON BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You get onto the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Leaning over, you just manage to press the button with the end of the Floyd | broomstick. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the sound of something large and mechanical powering up, a Floyd | low whirring sound, and the block of heavy equipment is lifted gently Floyd | from the floor, carrying you up into the air. It comes to rest just Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Your score has just gone up by two points. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You get off the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | Several workbenches and racks of arcane electronic equipment have been Floyd | dragged together to form a sort of open laboratory on this wide Floyd | balcony overlooking the mill. A wide table dominates the area, strewn Floyd | with precision tools, bits of wire, and scribbled calculations. To the Floyd | south, a narrow catwalk hangs above the mill floor, and a metal ladder Floyd | leads down into the machinery below. Floyd | Floyd | Prominent among the strange tools scattered across the table is a Floyd | strange caliper-like instrument. Floyd | Floyd | On the workbenches are some notes and some arcane electronic Floyd | equipment. Floyd | Floyd | One of the racks contains a number of circular mirrors, stacked side Floyd | by side like dishes in a dishwasher. Floyd | Floyd | Tacked up on the wall is a large technical blueprint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take #3 with towel" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE #3 WITH TOWEL
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't use the towel to get things.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take caliper" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CALIPER Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the towel into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a hand Floyd | free) Floyd | You pick up the calipers. Made of stainless steel, molded in a Floyd | strangely flowing, almost organic design, the calipers -- if that is Floyd | what they are -- resemble no other tool you've ever seen. It has three Floyd | independently adjustable arms, each ending in a needle-point pincer, Floyd | which fold back on themselves at grotesque, asymetrical angles toward Floyd | a floating center point. There is a calibrated readout set near the Floyd | base, which presumably provides a measure of whatever strange Floyd | contortion of space is occupied by whatever object is placed between Floyd | the pincers at the tool's other end. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "measure #3" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > MEASURE #3
Floyd |
Floyd | (with the calipers)
Floyd | The instrument holds the mirror delicately clamped between its
Floyd | pincers; the readout reads "0.0128".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take #3 with caliper" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE #3 WITH CALIPER
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't use the calipers to get things.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gloves" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X GLOVES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean #1" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > CLEAN #1
Floyd |
Floyd | You polish the mirror with your sleeve until it gleams.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x drawer" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DRAWER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | Several workbenches and racks of arcane electronic equipment have been Floyd | dragged together to form a sort of open laboratory on this wide Floyd | balcony overlooking the mill. A wide table dominates the area, strewn Floyd | with precision tools, bits of wire, and scribbled calculations. To the Floyd | south, a narrow catwalk hangs above the mill floor, and a metal ladder Floyd | leads down into the machinery below. Floyd | Floyd | On the workbenches are some notes and some arcane electronic Floyd | equipment. Floyd | Floyd | One of the racks contains a number of circular mirrors, stacked side Floyd | by side like dishes in a dishwasher. Floyd | Floyd | Tacked up on the wall is a large technical blueprint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search tools" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH TOOLS Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x benches" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BENCHES Floyd | Floyd | The benches are strewn with scribbled notes and bits of arcane Floyd | electronic equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x equipment" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X EQUIPMENT Floyd | Floyd | Circuitboards, electronic components of various shapes and sizes. It's Floyd | all entirely beyond you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move equipment" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOVE EQUIPMENT Floyd | Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH IT Floyd | Floyd | The mirror is perfectly round and exquisitely polished. It is very Floyd | slightly concave on its reflecting surface, distorting the edges of Floyd | your face as you stare into it. On the back is a small label with the Floyd | number 3 written on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search equipment" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH EQUIPMENT Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Whoops." | |
| DavidW says, "I think it's still okay" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "I guess it doesn't matter much... right." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "And we have a save from before." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rack" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X RACK Floyd | Floyd | The rack has four slots labeled one through four. Floyd | Floyd | In the rack are four mirrors (the mirror labeled #1, the mirror Floyd | labeled #2, the mirror labeled #3 and the mirror labeled #4). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rack" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE RACK Floyd | Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x calculations" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X CALCULATIONS Floyd | Floyd | The notes are a mess of incomprehensibly scrawled numbers; long Floyd | printouts of technical data, tangled diagrams and complex formulae. Floyd | Even if you had the slightest idea what all the calculations meant, Floyd | the numbers are barely even legible. Floyd | Floyd | Lifting up a sheet of cribbed equations, you notice what looks to be a Floyd | general memo to all mill workers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x wires" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WIRES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x wire" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > X WIRE Floyd | Floyd | You needn't worry about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess no gloves are hiding here." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Doesn't look like it, though it would make sense if the workers had access to them." | ||
| DavidW asks, "were there any rooms off to the sides of the Maint Access Tunnel locations?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "I don't think so?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You slide down the chain, landing awkwardly on the floor below. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pipes" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > X PIPES Floyd | Floyd | Dozens of thick, metal pipes line the walls and ceiling of the Floyd | crawlway, some of them leaking tiny plumes of steam from loose joints. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb pipes" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > CLIMB PIPES Floyd | Floyd | You won't get very far climbing those. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in vats" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN VATS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | The air grows hotter the farther in you go, and it is becoming Floyd | difficult to breathe. Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in vats" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK IN VATS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter vat" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER VAT Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x machinery" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MACHINERY Floyd | Floyd | The machines squat like gigantic mechanical trolls all around you, Floyd | ceaselessly clanking, groaning, vibrating and spitting steam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search controls" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH CONTROLS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under controls" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER CONTROLS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind controls" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK BEHIND CONTROLS Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing of interest behind the control bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "well, I give up." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "I'm out of ideas as well." | ||
| DavidW says, "At this point, the only thing I can think to try is grab the mirror anyway, ignoring the memo, and trying it just to see." | ||
| Roger goes home. | ||
| Roger has disconnected. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > PULL LEVER Floyd | Floyd | You feel something click as the lever activates a hidden releasing Floyd | mechanism; then, suddenly, the chain snaps up into the air with a loud Floyd | metallic rattle. You quickly step back as a large block of heavy Floyd | equipment -- attached to the other end of the chain -- comes Floyd | plummeting down from the ceiling. At the last instant, a system of Floyd | reducing pulleys slows the block's descent and prevents it from Floyd | crashing into the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Well, we can try cleaning it as well." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on block" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor, on the block of heavy equipmenday three Floyd | Floyd | > STAND ON BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You get onto the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Not that it should help." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button with broom" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment day three Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON WITH BROOM Floyd | Floyd | Leaning over, you just manage to press the button with the end of the Floyd | broomstick. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the sound of something large and mechanical powering up, a Floyd | low whirring sound, and the block of heavy equipment is lifted gently Floyd | from the floor, carrying you up into the air. It comes to rest just Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk, on the block of heavy equipment Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You get off the block of heavy equipment. Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Workshop Floyd | Several workbenches and racks of arcane electronic equipment have been Floyd | dragged together to form a sort of open laboratory on this wide Floyd | balcony overlooking the mill. A wide table dominates the area, strewn Floyd | with precision tools, bits of wire, and scribbled calculations. To the Floyd | south, a narrow catwalk hangs above the mill floor, and a metal ladder Floyd | leads down into the machinery below. Floyd | Floyd | On the workbenches are a printed memo, some notes and some arcane Floyd | electronic equipment. Floyd | Floyd | One of the racks contains a number of circular mirrors, stacked side Floyd | by side like dishes in a dishwasher. Floyd | Floyd | Tacked up on the wall is a large technical blueprint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take #3" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE #3
Floyd |
Floyd | (slipping the calipers into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a
Floyd | hand free)
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take blueprint" | ||
Floyd ] Workshop day three Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BLUEPRINT Floyd | Floyd | (slipping the mirror labeled #3 into the pocket of your trenchcoat to Floyd | get a hand free) Floyd | The blueprint curls up into a loose tube as you pull it from the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Catwalk day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Catwalk Floyd | The catwalk stretches north, a narrow ribbon of metal grillwork Floyd | dangling fifty feet over the factory floor and shuddering dangerously Floyd | in time with the machines beneath it. There are no railings of any Floyd | kind. At the far end you can see what looks like a wide balcony with Floyd | several large banks of equipment. Floyd | Floyd | A large block of heavy equipment hangs in the air just a foot or two Floyd | beyond the edge of the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Floor day three Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You slide down the chain, landing awkwardly on the floor below. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Floor Floyd | Waves of heat and noise assault you from every corner. Towering above Floyd | you on all sides are the enormous vats, presses and sundry machinery, Floyd | the ever-churning inner workings of the paper mill. An opening in the Floyd | base of the south wall leads back to the maintenance crawlway, and Floyd | narrow aisles lead in several other directions through the chugging Floyd | machinery. A grilled catwalk high over your head provides a more Floyd | direct route across the factory; however, you see no way to get up Floyd | there from here. Floyd | Floyd | A long chain dangles from overhead, its last few feet pooled on the Floyd | floor next to a bank of controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | The north end of the access crawlway ends at a sturdy metal hatch. A Floyd | thick haze of steam hangs in the air, and the heat is like an oven -- Floyd | the walls and floor are almost blistering to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | The hatch is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are roughly at the center of the access crawlway, which stretches Floyd | north and south from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Maintenance Access Tunnel day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Maintenance Access Tunnel Floyd | You are at the southern end of a long, narrow crawlway leading Floyd | northward into the mill. All around you, through the metallic walls, Floyd | you can hear the oppressive thumping and grinding of heavy machinery. Floyd | The air in here is hot and smells of burnt engine oil. Floyd | Floyd | A large metal valve wheel juts out from the middle of one of the many Floyd | fat, sweating pipes lining the walls. Just to its left is a gauge of Floyd | some sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Bare Foundations day three Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bare Foundations Floyd | The foundations of an older structure lie crumbling in a sunken square Floyd | of ground, hidden away behind the imposing shadow of the mill wall. Floyd | Weeds push up through cracked and buckling slabs of concrete; twisted Floyd | rebar and rusting pipes poke up like the legs of dead insects. The Floyd | ruins are surrounded on all sides by dense thickets, although narrow, Floyd | overgrown trails lead northeast and southeast through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | Set into the base of the mill wall, nearly covered by the thickets, is Floyd | a metal hatch. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Roger arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] Entrance to the Paper Mill day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | The path curves to the north, leading you around to the front of the Floyd | mill. Floyd | Floyd | Entrance to the Paper Mill Floyd | The road turns southwest here and runs squarely through the front Floyd | entrance to the old paper mill. A gate of heavy iron bars blocks the Floyd | only opening into this charred fortress, although an overgrown path Floyd | leads around the wall to the south. To the north, a rutted lane Floyd | threads its way past a row of dilapidated shacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Mill Road day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the railroad tracks, the air seems to lift slightly, Floyd | becoming more breathable once again. Floyd | Floyd | Mill Road Floyd | The road carries you across a desolate heath of gray, windswept grass. Floyd | To the south, the black, jagged outline of Anchorhead's steep roofs Floyd | and sharp, leaning gables cuts across the horizon. The road forks here Floyd | to the west and east, heading across the railroad tracks in one Floyd | direction, out toward the seashore in the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "At least we can leave with the mirror by chain-sliding." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Breakwater day three Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The road heads out over a narrow breakwater jutting out into the Floyd | ocean. Floyd | Floyd | Breakwater Floyd | You are picking your way across the breakwater's bare, rocky spine, Floyd | where the road has diminished to little more than a pair of dusty Floyd | ruts. A hundred yards to the northeast, at the breakwater's far end, Floyd | the lonely stone tower of Anchorhead's lighthouse stands vigil against Floyd | the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > NE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | At the Foot of the Lighthouse Floyd | You stand in a circular clearing among the stones, surrounded on Floyd | nearly every side by the sea. Before you looms the ancient, massive Floyd | lighthouse, a vertiginous pillar of pale brick jabbing defiantly up at Floyd | the sky. The road from the southwest ends here, although it looks as Floyd | though you could pick your way down the rocks to the southeast, around Floyd | the structure's base. Floyd | Floyd | The great bronze door of the lighthouse is closed. Floyd | Floyd | A flurry of dead leaves goes skittering along the ground, swirling Floyd | past you in the wind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door with bronze key" | ||
Floyd ] At the Foot of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNLOCK DOOR WITH BRONZE KEY Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the tarnished bronze key) Floyd | (slipping the blueprint into the pocket of your trenchcoat to get a Floyd | hand free) Floyd | You unlock the massive bronze door. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind blows harder, tugging at the hem of your trenchcoat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Bottom of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | (opening the massive bronze door first) Floyd | With great effort, you manage to pull the ancient, creaking door open Floyd | a few inches, enough to slip through. Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of the Lighthouse Floyd | The sound of the ocean is muffled behind the thick cinderblock walls, Floyd | and the air is damp and heavy. You can almost feel the weight of two Floyd | hundred feet of hoary old whitewashed brick pressing down on you from Floyd | above. To the west, a narrow strip of dim light marks the exit. Floyd | Cracked concrete steps lead up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | You climb the winding stairs in a gradual spiral around the inner Floyd | circumference of the tower, and finally emerge, breathless, at the Floyd | top. Floyd | Floyd | Top of the Lighthouse Floyd | The stairs give onto a wide, circular chamber surrounded by windows. Floyd | The glass is old and streaked with grime, but you still have to catch Floyd | your breath at the magnificence of the view. In one direction, the Floyd | dying heath and the stunted cluster of buildings that is Anchorhead; Floyd | in the other, the ocean like a vast, undulating blanket. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in the middle of the room is what looks like a swivel mount of Floyd | some kind, although nothing is mounted on it now. Looking up, you see Floyd | that it rests directly below a large, hexagonal skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put #3 in mount" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > PUT #3 IN MOUNT
Floyd |
Floyd | (first taking the mirror labeled #3)
Floyd | (slipping the tarnished bronze key into the pocket of your trenchcoat
Floyd | to get a hand free)
Floyd | That can't contain things.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put #3 on mount" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three
Floyd |
Floyd | > PUT #3 ON MOUNT
Floyd |
Floyd | Putting things on the swivel mount would achieve nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "mount mirror" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOUNT MIRROR Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Perhaps there's something here on day FOUR." | |
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x mount" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MOUNT Floyd | Floyd | The mounting is ring-shaped, about three feet in diameter, and is Floyd | designed to allow whatever is to be mounted on it to turn freely in Floyd | all directions. It was probably originally intended to hold the beacon Floyd | when the lighthouse was still in operation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "mount mirror on mount" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > MOUNT MIRROR ON MOUNT Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "open mount" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN MOUNT Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hmp." | |
| DavidW says, "I think something's missing." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x blueprint" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X BLUEPRINT Floyd | Floyd | You spread out the rolled-up blueprint to look it over. Floyd | Floyd | The blueprint is a technical schematic for some extremely complicated Floyd | device, the exact purpose of which is anything but clear. It looks a Floyd | bit like a telescope, a bit like a microwave oven turned inside out, Floyd | and a bit like the "industrial laser" from Goldfinger. The Floyd | inner workings of the device involve a complicated arrangement of Floyd | lenses and mirrors and a hopeless tangle of circuitry that vaguely Floyd | resembles several dozen street maps of Manhattan laid across each Floyd | other. Some of the notations on the circuitry don't even look like Floyd | technical symbols; they look more like cabbalistic runes. Floyd | Floyd | Next to what must represent the main focusing mirror of the device, Floyd | someone has written the number "0.0113"; someone else, in another Floyd | handwriting, has scratched that number out and written below it, Floyd | "0.0128". Floyd | Floyd | > | Knight_Otu says, "Probably." | |
| DavidW says, "Specifically, whatever device this blueprint is for." | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "break mirror" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > BREAK MIRROR Floyd | Floyd | You can't seem to make a scratch on the slick metallic surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Top of the Lighthouse Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X MIRROR Floyd | Floyd | The mirror is perfectly round and exquisitely polished. It is very Floyd | slightly concave on its reflecting surface, distorting the edges of Floyd | your face as you stare into it. On the back is a small label with the Floyd | number 3 written on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Knight_Otu says (to Floyd), "x disc" | ||
Floyd ] Top of the Lighthouse day three Floyd | Floyd | > X DISC Floyd | Floyd | It's a dark, glassy circle, about the width of your hand in diameter Floyd | and half an inch thick in the middle, tapering off to thinness toward Floyd | the edge like a convex lens. Its color is the deep, oily black of Floyd | obsidian, though you fancy you can see faint swirls of color inside it Floyd | like the rainbow sheen of oil on water. Its curved surface is cool and Floyd | perfectly smooth. Although incredibly hard, the material does not feel Floyd | like stone; there is an odd, yielding quality to it, almost like Floyd | something organic... almost, you realize with disquiet, like skin. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I need to visit the lavatory." | |
| DavidW says, "back. sorry about that" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "No prob." | ||
| DavidW says, "Are we done here? Nice to know the mirror isn't fragile." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "It's kind of amusing that we said to stop at the two-hour mark, then continued for almost another hour." | ||
| DavidW says, "yes well" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yes, I think we are." | ||
| DavidW says, "ok then." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Thank you for the game and see you next week?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, ""Clubfloyd abhors an unsolved puzzle", or something." | ||
