AllThingsJacq.com - Interactive Fiction | ClubFloyd - July 22, 2012


ToyShop & Floyditorium		#ClubFloyd Discussion

		Jacqueline says, "Excellent, a clear winner, and a game I love. I'll look forward to reading this one."
		Johnny says, "I pronounce it the way it's spelled."
		Jacqueline says, "I'll get Sting of the Wasp loaded. One moment."
Gerynar arrives, full of fun and funk.
Gerynar says "bloop" and shrinks down into a little dot, then winks out...just like those old-fashioned B&w televisions.
Gerynar has disconnected.		DavidW says, "I've always been curious about this one."
Gerynar arrives, full of fun, but no funk.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load stingofthewasp"
Floyd \| Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| [pausing to show unread error message]
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \|
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \|
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, Julia! Where did you learn that?" Keith whispers breathlessly. Floyd \| Floyd \| All tongue and fingers, he kisses the milky skin above your breasts, Floyd \| while your hands slide their way up and down his sculpted chest, so Floyd \| eager with lust that your watch occasionally snags on a stray chest Floyd \| hair. Your lips, glistening like two fresh strawberries laced with dew, Floyd \| hungrily roam across his neck. And your hips! Well, that's better left Floyd \| to the imagination. Floyd \| Floyd \| Normally, you wouldn't even consider seeing Keith at Pine Meadows, but Floyd \| Frank's in Boston and won't be back until tonight's banquet. And when Floyd \| the cat's away... Floyd \| Floyd \| Just then, a low shelf wedges itself in to your back, jarring you from Floyd \| your reverie. That's when you hear it. Floyd \| Floyd \| A click. A flash. The tell-tale tapping of heels on concrete. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sting of the Wasp Floyd \| Interactive Damage-Control Floyd \| by Jason Devlin. Floyd \| (First time players should type ABOUT) Floyd \| Release 1 / Serial number 040622 / Inform v6.30 Library 6/11 Floyd \| Floyd \| The next few minutes are a blur. Keith juts his tongue down your Floyd \| throat, but, without you reciprocating, it feels like he's searching Floyd \| for cavities. The rhythms of your body no longer coincide with his. In Floyd \| fact, the only rhythm left in your body is the pounding of your heart, Floyd \| the warm throbbing of blood in your ears. He must notice your Floyd \| discomfort as soon he backs off and starts buttoning his shirt. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well, I gotta get back to the Pro Shop, babe," he says, grabbing his Floyd \| shades. "Stop by later." With that, he takes off down the hall, leaving Floyd \| you, still stunned, slumped against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Utility closet Floyd \| This is the first time you've been in this closet, and hopefully it Floyd \| will be the last. Keith assured you that no one ever comes down here. Floyd \| And now you can see why. The concrete walls are oppressively close, Floyd \| made more so by the smell of bleach and chemicals coming from a filthy Floyd \| shelf against the far wall. Various brooms clutter the room, displaying Floyd \| none of the pleasant tidiness characteristic of the rest of Pine Floyd \| Meadows. All this can be escaped through a door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Tossed to the side in the throes of passion, your bag, a fabulous Louis Floyd \| Vuitton original, lays on the ground. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Jacqueline clears the save counter.		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh my."
		Johnny says, "You can tell from the writing that the Vespers guy wrote this."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Ooh. I can add to my collection of eyes."
		Jacqueline says, "Enjoy - this is a great piece of IF."
borowski says (to Floyd), "x bag"
Floyd \| A Louis Vuitton original, your purse can practically carry anything, Floyd \| which comes in handy but is absolute hell when you have to find your Floyd \| keys. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd \| Your lipstick is smeared, your cheeks are flushed, and your mascara is Floyd \| running. At least the fact that your blouse is open should draw Floyd \| attention away from your face. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Jacqueline disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again.
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "button blouse"
Floyd \| You hastily button up your blouse, careful not to break a nail. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| your watch (being worn) Floyd \| your ensemble (being worn) Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "fix makeup"
Floyd \| Using your compact, you carefully apply your makeup, adding a little Floyd \| more powder than usual to your cheeks to hide the flush. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x ensemble"
Floyd \| Nothing but the best for you. Pumps from Prada, skirt by Yves Saint Floyd \| Laurent, a gorgeous silk blouse from the much-coveted Vera Wang Floyd \| collection. Too bad it'll all have to be replaced in two weeks. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bag"
Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Why replaced?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open bag"
Floyd \| That's already open. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bag"
Floyd \| A Louis Vuitton original, your purse can practically carry anything, Floyd \| which comes in handy but is absolute hell when you have to find your Floyd \| keys. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look in bag"
Floyd \| In the Louis Vuitton bag are your make-up and a pair of banquet Floyd \| tickets. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x watch"
Floyd \| Frank felt so guilty after spending a month in Tokyo that he bought you Floyd \| this. Honestly, you enjoyed the time apart, but that didn't stop you Floyd \| from playing up the guilt. So far, that little ploy has gotten you a Floyd \| mink stole, a diamond necklace, and a Bentley, but this watch takes the Floyd \| cake. Whoever said that flagrant displays of wealth were tacky must not Floyd \| have seen this. Exquisitely crafted from platinum and diamonds, the Floyd \| only downfall this watch has is that the gems tend to obstruct your Floyd \| view of its face, making it somewhat difficult to read the actual time. Floyd \| Still, it's a small price to pay to be seen sporting such a piece. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Fang arrives, full of fun and funk.
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x time"
Floyd \| Looking closely at your watch, you see that it is sometime before five. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "what is this?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Sting of the Wasp."
		Fang says, "ah, played it"
borowski says (to Floyd), "x makeup"
Floyd \| Survival gear for the modern woman; you never leave home without it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "x brooms"
Floyd \| Do people even still use these things? They're so dirty and Floyd \| utilitarian. Like those who use them, you suppose. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take broom"
Floyd \| Brooms are for witches, and despite accusations to the contrary, you Floyd \| are not one. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Hahahaha."
borowski says (to Floyd), "x walls"
Floyd \| There's nothing special about the walls. Except that they're unadorned Floyd \| concrete, a rarity in Pine Meadows. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x pumps"
Floyd \| Nothing but the best for you. Pumps from Prada, skirt by Yves Saint Floyd \| Laurent, a gorgeous silk blouse from the much-coveted Vera Wang Floyd \| collection. Too bad it'll all have to be replaced in two weeks. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd \| Pure dynamite! Not bad for twenty thousand. Your ass is high, your Floyd \| tummy is tight, and your skin hasn't a line or blemish. It's a shame Floyd \| you'll have to do it all over again in a year. Oh well, no one said Floyd \| beauty was easy. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "South?"
		borowski says, "Yeah."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Access hall Floyd \| A short, dimly lit hallway between the utility closet to the north and Floyd \| the stairs to the rest of the club leading south and up. While the Floyd \| dominant smell here is, as in the closet, chlorine, some other Floyd \| fragrance, a sweeter one, is mingled with it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell"
Floyd \| Turning up your nose ever so slightly, you sniff the air. Although it Floyd \| is almost entirely wiped out by the smell of chlorine, you definitely Floyd \| detect the hint of something. Chanel #5? Dior Addict Eau Fraiche? Floyd \| Something. Whoever it was now has you in quite an awkward position, and Floyd \| likely a picture of the same. If only you had something to put you back Floyd \| on top. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "xyzzy"
Floyd \| Nothing happens. Guess if you want to travel someplace exotic, you'll Floyd \| have to do it the old-fashioned way and sleep with Frank. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl snrks.
		genericgeekgirl says, "I am digging this so far."
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Onward?"
		DavidW says, "sorry, was pulled afk by roommate."
		borowski says, "Onward and upward"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| The stairs turn sharply north as you ascend. Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Foyer Floyd \| Putting the club's best foot forward is clearly the purpose of the Floyd \| foyer. A stately crystal chandelier scatters daylight into Floyd \| kaleidoscopic patterns. Two verdant plants stand next to a set of Floyd \| double doors to the north, their leaves extended as if to usher people Floyd \| in to the banquet hall. To the south, next to the exit to the gardens, Floyd \| is a bulletin board. The hall continues to the west and east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Don't want to check out the office?"
		borowski says, "That works too. I just picked a direction."
borowski says (to Floyd), "undo. n."
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| You can't, since the door to Charles's office is in the way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door"
Floyd \| It seems to be locked. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "You might've tried to follow the scent back a room, to see which way our photog went."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "knock"
Floyd \| What do you want to knock on? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "knock on door"
Floyd \| There's no reply. Charles must be out. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell"
Floyd \| Whatever smell is there is overpowered by your characteristic Floyd \| fragrance: Self-Obsession, by Calvin Klone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Spa? Since it's probably a deadend, and the hallway leads to more branches."
		DavidW says, "back a room, I said"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Oh. Spa first?"
		DavidW says, "Western wing"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Desperately trying to look important, a receptionist peers down a Floyd \| hawkish nose at a log book, scribbling in corrections at a furious Floyd \| speed. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "sigh"
		genericgeekgirl says, "We were in the western wing."
		genericgeekgirl says, "That's the room we just came from."
		DavidW says, "you were in Foyer, I thought."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Nope."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "See?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Desperately trying to look important, the receptionist peers down a Floyd \| hawkish nose at a log book, scribbling in corrections at a furious Floyd \| speed. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "ok, I'm confused what the geography is. Going too fast."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Western wing, with the spa to the west and office to the north. And an unexplored hallway to the east."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x desk"
Floyd \| A stainless steel and mahogany monstrosity, the desk reflects the Floyd \| gentle light coming in through the skylight. Surprisingly, or maybe not Floyd \| seeing as the spa's popularity has fallen with plastic surgery's Floyd \| resurgence, there is no computer on the desk; its job instead being Floyd \| done by a simple log book. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ooh."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x log book"
Floyd \| The client list for Pine Meadows Spa, it contains the names and locker Floyd \| information, as well as "beauty profiles," of practically every full Floyd \| member, part member, and former member of the club. If you want to find Floyd \| anyone in particular, you'll have to look them up individually. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Bah."
Fang says (to Floyd), "look up me in log book"
Floyd \| "I'm sorry Mrs. Hawthorne, but that is confidential," she says, "If Floyd \| you've forgotten your combination you can ask me." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I guess we'll need to distract her once we have names to look up."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x receptionist"
Floyd \| Tall, thin, and oh so Madison Avenue, the spa receptionist serves as a Floyd \| living advertisement for her business's services. And like most Floyd \| advertisements, she grossly misrepresents the truth. Her looks come Floyd \| from the tried and true: surgery, make-up, and anorexia. Not the herbal Floyd \| wraps and mud baths she pushes on her customers. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about combination"
Floyd \| "Could you please tell me my locker combination?" you ask, trying to be Floyd \| as pleasant as possible. Floyd \| Floyd \| "One moment, Mrs. Hawthorne," she says, flipping through the log book. Floyd \| "Yes, it's right here. Locker #11, combination 38-25-34." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Fang says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about beauty profile"
Floyd \| "I'm really very sorry Mrs. Hawthorne, but I am incredibly busy," she Floyd \| says in a questionably trendy accent. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "Wonder if that combo is also Julia's measurements?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "show watch to receptionist"
Floyd \| You better watch out: people knowing about you and Keith is enough for Floyd \| them to think you're a Democrat. If you start giving things to the Floyd \| working class, it'll only look worse. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Fang says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about logbook"
Floyd \| "I'm really very sorry Mrs. Hawthorne, but I am incredibly busy," she Floyd \| says in a questionably trendy accent. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "haha"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take logbook"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take log"
Floyd \| That belongs on the desk. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I wonder if we can get into the men's room."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| "Umm, Mrs. Hawthorne?" the receptionist says, giving you an odd look. Floyd \| "That's the men's change room." Floyd \| Floyd \| You mumble something about allergies and come back to the lobby. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Aw, boo."
		genericgeekgirl asks, "North to our locker?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell"
Floyd \| Oh that's a nice blend: kelp and sandalwood. Really now, if you wanted Floyd \| to vomit you would just make love to Frank. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ew."
		borowski says, "We don't need to go in the men's locker room. We make the men come to us."
inky arrives, full of neither funk nor fun.		genericgeekgirl says, "I don't actually know what sandalwood smells like."
		inky says, "this game is swell"
		DavidW says, "Sandalwood is a very common incense smell."
		borowski says, "Yeah, I think it smells OK."
		borowski says, "Maybe not mixed with kelp."
		genericgeekgirl \| Sandalwood smells somewhat like other wood scents, except it has a bright and fresh edge with few natural analogues.
		DavidW says, "yeah, dunno about the kelp"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Northward?"
		borowski says, "Sure"
		DavidW says, "yeah, hope this isn't on a timer."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x time"
Floyd \| Looking closely at your watch, you see that it is sometime before five. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "That's what it said earlier. I guess we'll see if it changes."
		DavidW asks, "We're not using sleepmask today?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, I didn't notice that. Yeah, I don't know if that was deliberate, or if she just forgot."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Women's change room Floyd \| Your heels click loudly on the tiles, echoing down the banks of lockers Floyd \| that line the sides of the room. With the pool closed until summer and Floyd \| tennis verging on the passé, the only use the women of Pine Meadows Floyd \| have for this room is the lockers. The showers lie, unused, to the Floyd \| north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your locker, #11, sits against the left wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open locker"
Floyd \| (your locker) Floyd \| 38 left, 24 right, 34 left, just like your measurements. Inside is a Floyd \| change of clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says (to DW), "Good call."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x clothes"
Floyd \| While the thought of changing without your vanity desk and six angled Floyd \| mirrors is by no means appealing, you've kept a spare set of clothes in Floyd \| your locker since last year when Frank spilled red wine all over you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take clothes"
Floyd \| Besides from a little sweat, your ensemble is in good condition. Floyd \| There's no need to change right now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search clothes"
Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search locker"
Floyd \| (your locker) Floyd \| In your locker is a change of clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close locker"
Floyd \| (your locker) Floyd \| You close your locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Johnny says, "Apparently 36-24-36 is a safe combination in Zork Nemesis."
		DavidW says, "y'know, if the pool isn't in use, we might be able to access the men's change room by going through the pool area."
		borowski asks, "Check out the shower?"
		borowski asks, "It says the pool is closed. Can we still go there?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "The room might be accessible still, yeah."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| You don't have the time to shower. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Looking east and not seeing a flock of members coming to use the spa, Floyd \| the receptionist sighs and drops her shoulders a little. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "so she's basically a perfect hourglass?"
		Fang says, "(Now I'm wondering if the Sherlock writers played this)"
		DavidW says, "Julia is 38-25-34. Bust is bigger than hips."
		Fang says, "oh I misread"
		DavidW says, "yeah, she's got more sand. :)"
		inky says, "also, you saw what johnny said -- figure mapping to combination is a pretty standard joke, I think"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Into the spa?"
		borowski asks, "To the eastern hallway?"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "South?"
		borowski says, "Oh I forgot about the spa."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hawthorne, but there is a pilates class until five, Floyd \| you'll have to wait until then," the receptionist says. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Argh. Ok."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x time"
Floyd \| Looking closely at your watch, you see that it is sometime before five. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Eastern, I guess."
		genericgeekgirl says, "I don't like this woman."
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Also.. the entire spa is off limits because there's a single fitness class going on?"
		Johnny says, "It's a big class."
		DavidW says, "I guess so. Small club, maybe."
Gerynar says "bloop" and shrinks down into a little dot, then winks out...just like those old-fashioned B&w televisions.
Gerynar has disconnected.
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Foyer Floyd \| Putting the club's best foot forward is clearly the purpose of the Floyd \| foyer. A stately crystal chandelier scatters daylight into Floyd \| kaleidoscopic patterns. Two verdant plants stand next to a set of Floyd \| double doors to the north, their leaves extended as if to usher people Floyd \| in to the banquet hall. To the south, next to the exit to the gardens, Floyd \| is a bulletin board. The hall continues to the west and east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell"
Floyd \| Whatever smell is there is overpowered by your characteristic Floyd \| fragrance: Self-Obsession, by Calvin Klone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Maybe Mrs. Ritz van Wealthiburg is sponsoring the pilates class."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x chandelier"
Floyd \| Exquisitely crafted from quartz and brass, the chandelier has a stately Floyd \| charm reminiscent of Romanov Russia, before the rabble rose with all Floyd \| their drab olives and fireless reds. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Heh."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x plants"
Floyd \| Normally you aren't all that fond of plants, but these two have a Floyd \| subdued elegance that you find pleasing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search plants"
Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "smell plants"
Floyd \| Whatever smell is there is overpowered by your characteristic Floyd \| fragrance: Self-Obsession, by Calvin Klone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "east?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x board"
Floyd \| Although seemingly impossible, somehow this cork bulletin board, with Floyd \| its oak border and brass inlay, manages to appear elegant. I guess all Floyd \| it takes to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear is money. A fact Floyd \| illustrated by many of Pine Meadows's patrons. On the bulletin board is Floyd \| an announcement. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "read announcement"
Floyd \| This note announces the charity banquet going on tonight. It's supposed Floyd \| to be the gala event of the season and, as such, you bought your Floyd \| tickets months in advance. The doors open at six-thirty followed by the Floyd \| "Opening speech by Julia Hawthorne; Philanthropist of the Year" at Floyd \| quarter to seven. The donation seemed like a good idea at the time but Floyd \| with all that's happened today, you're kind of regretting it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ok"
		genericgeekgirl exclaims, "We have to give a speech!"
		genericgeekgirl says, "I guess we'd better find that photo :("
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| You make your way through the east wing to the garden path. Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden path Floyd \| Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the Floyd \| garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and Floyd \| northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the Floyd \| east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, there's the pool."
		genericgeekgirl says, "I was thinking indoor."
		genericgeekgirl says, "But I guess indoor pools don't close for the season."
		inky says, "maybe it's just gauce to visit it now"
		inky says, "er, gauche"
		DavidW says, "rah-ther"
inky says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd \| The pool is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell"
Floyd \| Ugh, that's what roses smell like? Where's the benzaldehyde? the Floyd \| phenetol? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ha."
		DavidW says, "The smell responses in this game are excellent."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Tennis court Floyd \| Since tennis became passé, this court is mainly used by those few Floyd \| members who actually enjoy the game. In fact, due to the reduced use, Floyd \| the club has even begun letting non-members play on it. You've never Floyd \| been that fond of tennis and with the rabble about, you're loath to Floyd \| even stay on the court. Hardly a big loss. The net droops, the benches Floyd \| are peeling, and the rubber floor sticks to your pumps. Although you Floyd \| are fenced in on most sides, thankfully, you can still leave to the Floyd \| more agreeable outside dining areas to the northwest and north, or the Floyd \| garden path to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly Winters, a long time member of the club, hops from foot to Floyd \| foot, waiting for a ball to come out of a serving machine at the other Floyd \| end of the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| Barely turning, Beverly starts talking. "Well, hello, Julia," she says, Floyd \| still not facing you. "Tonight's banquet should be interesting. No?" Floyd \| Floyd \| In a strangely crude move, Beverly shifts her bra uncomfortably. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, I thought that might be blocked."
		genericgeekgirl says, "I misread why tennis wasn't common. It's just passe, not closed."
inky says (to Floyd), "x machine"
Floyd \| Once top of the line, the serving machine has seen better days. Its Floyd \| turning mechanism has broken, so now it just shoots out balls at the Floyd \| same speed and same course every time. Good for Beverly's score, bad Floyd \| for everyone else. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell"
Floyd \| Whatever smell is there is overpowered by your characteristic Floyd \| fragrance: Self-Obsession, by Calvin Klone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell beverly"
Floyd \| The smells of antiperspirant and sweat battle it out over Beverly. Floyd \| Unfortunately the antiperspirant is winning. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "x Beverly"
Floyd \| Just a couple of years your senior, Beverly joined the club a few Floyd \| months before you. This was back in the prime of Pine Meadows, before Floyd \| the computer boom, before the stock market became a playground for Floyd \| anyone with a couple thousand, before peasant blouses and the anti-fur Floyd \| movement; those were the days. Back then, the only thing to do was Floyd \| engage in dramatic rivalries. And what a rivalry you formed. Playful at Floyd \| first, it soon degenerated in to a spat worthy of the Hatfields and Floyd \| McCoys, that is if the two of you were troglodytic mountain folk. After Floyd \| dying down for a couple of years, the rivalry flared up again when you Floyd \| caught her flirting with Frank at one of last year's charity auctions. Floyd \| Normally you would have been happy to have his hands occupied for a few Floyd \| hours, but the insult was too great to ignore. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x net"
Floyd \| The net droops, and your spirits with it. It's fashioned from cheap Floyd \| rayon, not the delicate silk it was made of back when you used to play. Floyd \| You feel trapped just looking at it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly pauses between serves, tucking her hair behind her ears. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bra"
Floyd \| Beverly's chest looks lumpier than usually. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search bra"
Floyd \| Beverly's chest looks lumpier than usually. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "aha"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask beverly about bra"
Floyd \| "Oh dear, Beverly," you say, glancing at her chest, "you're not going Floyd \| to let your surgeon get away with that, are you?" Floyd \| Floyd \| She says nothing but shifts her bra again. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly smacks a ball across the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Beverly is suspect #1."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take bra"
Floyd \| Beverly wouldn't appreciate that. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take beverly's eyes"
Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to take the bra. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "fix Beverly's chest"
Floyd \| Beverly wouldn't appreciate that. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly smacks a ball across the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x benches"
Floyd \| The only thing sadder than playing a sport that's passed its prime is Floyd \| watching a sport that's passed its prime. Judging from the thick layer Floyd \| of grime on the benches, it seems that the people of Pine Meadows might Floyd \| not be as sad as you thought. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly smacks a ball across the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x floor"
Floyd \| (the floor) Floyd \| Soft with the heat, the rubber floor of the tennis court sticks to your Floyd \| heels, leaving little impressions after your steps. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly pauses between serves, tucking her hair behind her ears. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask beverly about frank"
Floyd \| "You haven't seen Frank in a while, have you?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "No I haven't. How is your husband, anyway? We have so much catching up Floyd \| to do." Floyd \| Floyd \| In a strangely crude move, Beverly shifts her bra uncomfortably. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask beverly about keith"
Floyd \| "I guess you know about Keith and I," Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh yes, I heard about that. Poor Frank. Of course, he'll never believe Floyd \| any of the gossip. Unless someone shows him proof..." Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly smacks a ball across the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "remember what it said about Frank spilling a drink on you? Can we spill a drink on Beverly?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Mayhaps."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch beverly"
Floyd \| You two prefer more subtle ways of expressing your rivalry. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly smacks a ball across the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask beverly about photo"
Floyd \| "Someone took a photo of Keith and I in the basement." Floyd \| Floyd \| "A photograph, you say? How very Enquirer of you." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "accuse beverly"
Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask beverly about lump"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia. Sometimes you are such a whore," Beverly mutters. Floyd \| Floyd \| "What was that?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "I said: 'Really, Julia. Sometimes you are such a bore.'" Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly pauses between serves, tucking her hair behind her ears. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "if you can get her to turn around, maybe the ball machine will hit her"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Hm."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "distract beverly"
Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Johnny says (to Floyd), "yell"
Floyd \| (Beverly) Floyd \| Beverly isn't afraid of you. Floyd \| Floyd \| In a strangely crude move, Beverly shifts her bra uncomfortably. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, ">turn machine to 11"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "show watch to beverly"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia. Why would anyone be interested in that?" Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly pauses between serves, tucking her hair behind her ears. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x time"
Floyd \| Looking closely at your watch, you see that it is sometime before five. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "point machine at beverly"
Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Johnny says (to Floyd), "pull hair"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x machine"
Floyd \| Once top of the line, the serving machine has seen better days. Its Floyd \| turning mechanism has broken, so now it just shoots out balls at the Floyd \| same speed and same course every time. Good for Beverly's score, bad Floyd \| for everyone else. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mechanism"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "fix machine"
Floyd \| You would achieve nothing by this. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "See what's in the dining area"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "?"
		DavidW says, "I suppose Bev and her lumpy bra will stay put."
		borowski says, "Yeah"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Beep beep" My God! Digital watches at Pine Meadows? Cartier must be Floyd \| rolling over in his grave. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia Fordham, a woman whose wrath makes even you cringe, sits in a Floyd \| high back chair. Floyd \| Floyd \| Apparently someone lacked the willpower to stick to their diet, as a Floyd \| bowl of half-eaten salad sits on the table, forgotten. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I told you, I ordered Coquille Saint Jacques half-an-hour ago. What Floyd \| are you, deaf?" Cynthia screams at a cowering waiter who then flees to Floyd \| the safety of the kitchen. Floyd \| Floyd \| Just then, she glances over to you. "Oh, there you are, Julia," she Floyd \| says, her voice dripping with saccharine venom. "I hear you have a way Floyd \| with the help." --she winks, a little too obviously-- "Perhaps you Floyd \| could work your charm on that waiter for me." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x salad"
Floyd \| Little more than limp, wilted lettuce leaves and sour vinegar, the Floyd \| salad looks like it was picked at slightly, and then discarded. Nice Floyd \| way to spend twelve bucks. Floyd \| Floyd \| Amongst the lettuce is a pair of cucumber slices. Floyd \| Floyd \| "So I was up at the golf course and do you want to know what I heard Floyd \| Roger say?" one of the bridge players says dramatically. Floyd \| Floyd \| "No," another replies, "but I'm sure you'll tell us anyway." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take cucumber"
Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| "He said 'No grandson of mine is going to be a doper.' And then he Floyd \| disowned him," the first one says, waiting for a gasp. When she sees Floyd \| none is forthcoming, she continues, "I mean, it was just a little pot, Floyd \| nothing to freak out over." Floyd \| Floyd \| The second rolls her eyes incredulously. "Really, now. Why don't you Floyd \| just stop shaving your legs and move to British Columbia already?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Awesome."
		genericgeekgirl says, "We shall put them on our eyes."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cucumber"
Floyd \| Just two round slices of cucumber, about the size of silver dollars. Floyd \| Floyd \| "She was in the basement?" one asks, horrified. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I guess that's what passes for courting among the help," says another. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Classy."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell"
Floyd \| Whatever smell is there is overpowered by your characteristic Floyd \| fragrance: Self-Obsession, by Calvin Klone. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Still, you'd think she'd be a little more discrete. I mean Frank's Floyd \| only been gone for a day." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Personally, I think she wanted to get caught. She always has enjoyed Floyd \| the limelight." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "perhaps an avacado dip for a facial?"
		borowski says, "I hope 'slap' is a recognized verb."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "slap woman"
Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Sadly, no."
Tale arrives, full of fun and funk.		borowski says, "I guess we're more of the passive-aggressive type."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about roger"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia, can't we talk about something a little more Floyd \| interesting?". Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh well. Did you see what Cissy was wearing?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "How could you miss it?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about keith"
Floyd \| "So you must have heard and Keith and I." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well, yes. I know a woman must have her hobbies," Cynthia says Floyd \| coquettishly. "It's a shame yours will destroy your marriage." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about photo"
Floyd \| "Have you heard anything about a photo today?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh yes, I heard someone took a picture of you. What a shame." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Looks like we have more than one rival to sort out."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about beverly"
Floyd \| "How do you feel about Beverly?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "She's a little manipulative, even for my tastes." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell beverly"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell cynthia"
Floyd \| Careful not to look like a bloodhound, you raise your nose and sniff Floyd \| delicately. Amidst the smells of wine and food, you detect the faint Floyd \| scent of Bellagio. Definitely not the scent from hall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Yeah, maybe we can play them off each other."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take salad"
Floyd \| "Come now, Julia," Cynthia clucks. "I heard Frank cut up your platinum Floyd \| card, but must you really resort to taking leftovers?" Floyd \| Floyd \| You ignore her and take it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Yay."
		borowski says, ">DUMP SALAD ON CYNTHIA"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about cissy"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Cissy?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'm just glad she's not talking to me." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf1"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Johnny says, "Maybe we'll need to distract a guard bunny."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dump salad on cynthia"
Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put salad on cynthia"
Floyd \| Putting things on Cynthia would achieve nothing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I wonder who Cissy is."
borowski says (to floyd), "look"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia glares at the nouveaus surrounding her. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x women"
Floyd \| (the bridge players) Floyd \| A group of women sit around a table, playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "But at least we're getting names to look up in the log book later."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask women about roger"
Floyd \| (the bridge players about that) Floyd \| "Really, Julia," one of them says, "we're a little busy right now." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask women about keith"
Floyd \| (the bridge players about that) Floyd \| "Really, Julia," one of them says, "we're a little busy right now." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh fine."
borowski says (to floyd), "x salad"
Floyd \| Little more than wilted lettuce leaves and vinegar, the salad looks Floyd \| like is was picked at slightly, and then discarded. Nice way to spend Floyd \| twelve bucks. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "East or west?"
		DavidW says, "Remind me who Roger is>"
		DavidW says, "East. West is the servant's entrance."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Roger is our husband."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, Frank."
		DavidW says, "I thought Frank was."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Roger is no one, then."
		genericgeekgirl says, "I don't know where I got that from."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about frank"
Floyd \| "What do you think of my husband?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Frankly," she pauses, thinking herself the funniest person in the Floyd \| world. "I never got what you saw in him. I mean he's pale, he's flabby, Floyd \| he's a bad dresser. He's not even that rich." Floyd \| Floyd \| How dare she. Sure the first part is true, but not rich? What is she Floyd \| suggesting, you married out of love? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Aw :("
		DavidW says, "gasp"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "But you don't think we can sneak into the servant's entrance?"
		DavidW says, "With Cynthia right there? No."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Fair enough."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia. I think all that time on your back has interfered with Floyd \| your sense of direction," Cynthia says as you bump in to a low wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "What? It says the rest of the room is to the east."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia waits impatiently for her meal. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x low wall"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x wall"
Floyd \| That is beneath your concern. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia. I think all that time on your back has interfered with Floyd \| your sense of direction," Cynthia says as you bump in to a low wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "Perhaps it's northeast?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, off to see Keith, are we?" Cynthia says, eyes burrowing in to you. Floyd \| Floyd \| Normally, you wouldn't be cowed by Cynthia's acid tongue but with that Floyd \| film floating around, you don't want to chance it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "ne must be the Pro Shop"
		DavidW asks, "se then?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia. I think all that time on your back has interfered with Floyd \| your sense of direction," Cynthia says as you bump in to a low wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia. I think all that time on your back has interfered with Floyd \| your sense of direction," Cynthia says as you bump in to a low wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia. I think all that time on your back has interfered with Floyd \| your sense of direction," Cynthia says as you bump in to a low wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd \| Floyd \| "Aww, leaving so soon? Well we must do this again sometime," Cynthia Floyd \| calls out after you. Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden path Floyd \| Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the Floyd \| garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and Floyd \| northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the Floyd \| east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Odd."
		borowski says, "Huh."
		genericgeekgirl says, "One sec"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the kitchen) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A waiter bustles about, tray of wine glasses in hand, trying Floyd \| desperately to keep up with drink orders from demanding patrons. Floyd \| Floyd \| Oh great, Cecilia Winnecott is here, the most frightfully irritating Floyd \| woman you have ever had the displeasure to meet. You attempt to duck Floyd \| out before she sees you but it's too late. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Yoohoo, Julia! Over here." As if you could miss her. Her bright Floyd \| fuchsia pantsuit practically sears your retinas. Cissy sashays up to Floyd \| you, her jacket barely able to contain those three Danishes you saw her Floyd \| wolf down this morning. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ok.. That's the other room."
		borowski says, "Ah."
inky says (to Floyd), "x cecilia"
Floyd \| A hundred-eighty pound woman packed in a hundred-sixty pound Chanel Floyd \| reject. You've got to hand it to her though, all that fuchsia really Floyd \| does detract from what it covers. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, Julia. It's been ages. You simply must see our pictures from Floyd \| Tuscany," she says, and before you can decline, she pulls a stack of Floyd \| photos from her purse. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "x photos"
Floyd \| Why does anyone think people want to see their pictures? Well, since Floyd \| you're looking, I guess that's a stupid question. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Here's my eldest, Tyler, isn't he handsome?" Cissy croons, showing you Floyd \| a photo of a rather dirty little boy with a finger up his nose. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "get photo"
Floyd \| You can see them as much as you like from here, which isn't much at Floyd \| all. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh ooh, here's Madison. Isn't she darling?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "She's absolutely breathtaking," you say. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search photos"
Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| "And this is our villa, isn't it just to die for?" Floyd \| Floyd \| Frankly, you agree. You'd die before setting foot in such a dismal Floyd \| little hovel. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell cissy"
Floyd \| Your nose is overrun with both Dolce and Gabbana. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Aww, look at little Aidan. Isn't he a treasure?" Floyd \| Floyd \| My God, doesn't this woman ever stop breeding? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about cynthia"
Floyd \| "So what do you think of Cynthia?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "She's a dreadful gossip, that woman." Cissy leans in a bit closer, Floyd \| "Who, by the way, is going back for another collagen treatment in a Floyd \| week." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about beverly"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Beverly?" Floyd \| Floyd \| She shudders. "Ugh, don't mention that horrible woman to me." Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy recently found out all the bad things Beverly says behind her Floyd \| back. Fortunately, she thinks Beverly is the only one who says them. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Aw :'("
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell cissy"
Floyd \| Your nose is overrun with both Dolce and Gabbana. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy continues to prattle on about her oh so fascinating life. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about outfit"
Floyd \| Cissy has the memory span of a goldfish. Unless it was related directly Floyd \| to what she's talking about, she would forget her own name. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about frank"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Frank?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, you've got yourself a keeper there. He really does worship the Floyd \| ground you walk on." Floyd \| Floyd \| You must admit: that's nice. It makes him all the easier to walk all Floyd \| over. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about keith"
Floyd \| "I suppose you've heard about Keith and I." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, that. Well, I wasn't going to bring it up; it's vulgar, really. Floyd \| Besides, I don't believe a word of it." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about photos"
Floyd \| You subtilely feel Cissy out about the photo, but she doesn't get it. Floyd \| Floyd \| "They're spectacular, aren't they? I took them all myself," she says, Floyd \| admiring a blurry photo of what looks to be an ape, or her husband. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about kids"
Floyd \| You make a passing comment about her kids. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Children are an absolute treasure, aren't they?" she says, looking at Floyd \| her photos fondly. "Really Julia, you simply must have one one of these Floyd \| days." Floyd \| Floyd \| Any thought you ever had of having a child went up in smoke after Floyd \| seeing her 'charming' brood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about ape"
Floyd \| Cissy has the memory span of a goldfish. Unless it was related directly Floyd \| to what she's talking about, she would forget her own name. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "smell cecilia"
Floyd \| Your nose is overrun with both Dolce and Gabbana. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy continues to prattle on about her oh so fascinating life. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about husband"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Frank?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, you've got yourself a keeper there. He really does worship the Floyd \| ground you walk on." Floyd \| Floyd \| You must admit: that's nice. It makes him all the easier to walk all Floyd \| over. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about banquet"
Floyd \| You mention the banquet to Cissy. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh yes, you have that speech as Philanthropist of the Year, don't you? Floyd \| Really, Julia, you are such an inspiration. You could really teach Floyd \| these nouveaus," she glances around the dining area disdainfully, "a Floyd \| thing or two about noblesse obligé." Floyd \| Floyd \| Where does she get off with that tone? Her family made its money from Floyd \| inventing the egg carton. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "ha ha"
inky says (to Floyd), "ask cecilia about egg carton"
Floyd \| "Didn't your family make its money in egg cartons?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well you know my great-grandfather, Sir Arthur Chesterbald Winnecott, Floyd \| invented them, right? Oh he was a brilliant man." Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy proceeds to relate to you how the modern egg-carton evolved Floyd \| through a series of steps. First in boxes, then in little cardboard Floyd \| cups, and finally the styrofoam ones we've grown to know and love. Floyd \| Somehow, through the magic that is Cissy, she manages to make it more Floyd \| boring than you thought possible. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "oh, you HAD to ask"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Hehe"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about receptionist"
Floyd \| Cissy has the memory span of a goldfish. Unless it was related directly Floyd \| to what she's talking about, she would forget her own name. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to floyd), "x waiter"
Floyd \| Tuxedoes aren't active wear, and the waiter exemplifies perfectly why Floyd \| this is so. His cummerbund prevents him from turning his waist; his Floyd \| whole ensemble clings to him with sweat. In fact, his bow tie seems so Floyd \| tight that his eyes bug out and his face is flushed. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy continues to prattle on about her oh so fascinating life. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "We should ask the 'gossip', Cynthia, about the receptionist. See if there's something to use against her."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cissy about gossip"
Floyd \| "I suppose you've heard about Keith and I." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, that. Well, I wasn't going to bring it up; it's vulgar, really. Floyd \| Besides, I don't believe a word of it." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "East?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Back to Cynthia."
		DavidW says, "sure"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf2"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| "Umm, Julia, hon. That's the kitchen," says Cissy, giving you a Floyd \| peculiar look. You can't blame her. Most people, if they want to Floyd \| complain, just scream at the waiters in front of everyone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the kitchen) Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Curious."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'm dreadfully sorry, Cissy, but I have some things to do," you say, Floyd \| rubbing your temples in attempt to ward off the migraine you know is Floyd \| coming. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Ciao!" Please, one month in Tuscany and she thinks she's Monica Floyd \| Bellucci. Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia glares at the nouveaus surrounding her. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I guess the room description got messed up."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about receptionist"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia, can't we talk about something a little more Floyd \| interesting?". Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about spa"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia, can't we talk about something a little more Floyd \| interesting?". Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "No, Cynthia. We cannot."
		DavidW says, "ask cynthia about club manager"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about club manager"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Pine Meadows?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "It's a shame what's happened to the place," she says, almost Floyd \| wistfully. "Nouveaus." She rolls her eyes in the direction of the Floyd \| diners. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about charles"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Charles?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Really, Julia. The only thing worse than being a bore is talking about Floyd \| one." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "oh, is that his name?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Yup"
		DavidW says, "I missed that."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x time"
Floyd \| Looking closely at your watch, you see that it is just after five. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We can get into the spa now."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Although there's still the garden."
		borowski asks, "Ah, right. I wonder if we advanced the time by doing something?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Which is on the way."
		DavidW says (to borowski), "perhaps"
		DavidW says, "sure, let's explore more."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd \| Floyd \| "Aww, leaving so soon? Well we must do this again sometime," Cynthia Floyd \| calls out after you. Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden path Floyd \| Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the Floyd \| garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and Floyd \| northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the Floyd \| east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden Floyd \| Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place Floyd \| at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The Floyd \| topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers Floyd \| line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, Floyd \| hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and Floyd \| the club itself lies to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Melissa Stratham, wife to Johnathan Stratham, sits here on a bench, Floyd \| delicately leafing through a paperback novel. Floyd \| Floyd \| As she sees you enter, she looks up and grins impishly. "Oh, Julia," Floyd \| she says, closing her book for a moment. "I'm surprised to see you Floyd \| here. I thought you preferred to do your hoeing in the basement." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell melissa"
Floyd \| You raise your nose ever so slightly and sniff. Chanel #5, definitely Floyd \| the same as in the hall. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Oh, ha ha"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about frank"
Floyd \| "So what do you think of my husband?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well he will certainly spice up the banquet. He is going to be there, Floyd \| isn't he? It just won't be any fun without him." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Hooray!"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about keith"
Floyd \| "I suppose you heard about Keith and I." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh that, you know how this place is. News spreads fast." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about photo"
Floyd \| "Have you heard of a certain photo making it about the club?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh yes, I heard someone had taken a photo of you as you were, Floyd \| indisposed. There's just no privacy any more is there?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about perfume"
Floyd \| "That's a charming fragrance, Melissa. Whatever is it?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "It's Chanel #5, do you like it?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well, no. But then again, I have taste," you reply snidely. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to ask), "melissa about hall"
borowski says (to floyd), "ask melissa about hall"
Floyd \| "What were you doing in the basement? And don't deny it, it reeked of Floyd \| Chanel, just like you." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Really, Julia. This paranoia is most unbecoming. A lot of people wear Floyd \| Chanel #5," Melissa says, shifting in her seat slightly. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x book"
Floyd \| It's the latest Danielle Steel: something about a wealthy heiress and a Floyd \| stableboy. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search julia"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search melissa"
Floyd \| You're not a lady cop, and this isn't Cinemax After Dark. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl chuckles.
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about book"
Floyd \| "That's quite a book you have there." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Do you like it? I thought you might. It's about a wealthy heiress and Floyd \| her affair with the stableboy." She pauses, thoughtfully. "Hey, perhaps Floyd \| you could write your own. You know, update it for the modern world. I'm Floyd \| sure you have enough material." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about charles"
Floyd \| "That Charles is something else, isn't he?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Don't get me started. That man is such a bore. I dread each time I Floyd \| have to pay my dues and listen to him speak." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about beverly"
Floyd \| "You've taken quite a shine to Beverly, haven't you?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well yes I have. It was so kind of her to take me under her wing. Now Floyd \| there's a woman who knows how to get what she wants." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Hmpf."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about cynthia"
Floyd \| "What do you know of Cynthia?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'd watch your step around her. She's a sly one." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about cissy"
Floyd \| "My God, did you see what Cissy was wearing?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, that woman. She just does not know interesting photography. Floyd \| Cynthia on the other hand..." Melissa lets her words trail off Floyd \| deliberately. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Likely that Beverly has the film."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about receptionist"
Floyd \| "Please, Julia. I'm trying to read." Melissa says, barely glancing up. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden Floyd \| Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place Floyd \| at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The Floyd \| topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers Floyd \| line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, Floyd \| hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and Floyd \| the club itself lies to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Melissa continues to read her book. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x flowers"
Floyd \| Hedges of rose bushes frame the sides of the path, their little pink Floyd \| flowers swaying in a cool breeze. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Back to the spa? I wonder if we can get into the banquet hall early."
		DavidW says, "y'know, even if we get the film/photos back, everyone (but Frank) already knows all about the affair."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah. But maybe he loves us so much he won't believe it without proof."
		genericgeekgirl says, "You know how petty rich country club folk can be."
		DavidW says, "Good ol' flabby pale rich Frank."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Foyer Floyd \| Putting the club's best foot forward is clearly the purpose of the Floyd \| foyer. A stately crystal chandelier scatters daylight into Floyd \| kaleidoscopic patterns. Two verdant plants stand next to a set of Floyd \| double doors to the north, their leaves extended as if to usher people Floyd \| in to the banquet hall. To the south, next to the exit to the gardens, Floyd \| is a bulletin board. The hall continues to the west and east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| The hall is closed until tonight's banquet. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "knock on door"
Floyd \| There's no reply. Charles must be out. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| The receptionist glances around and sighs. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We can probably ask her about stuff, although I guess she won't give up locker combos freely."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about herself"
Floyd \| "How are you today?" you ask, trying to be as nice as possible. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'm fine. A little tired, but you know how it is." Floyd \| Floyd \| Is she actually suggesting you've ever looked tired? It's definitely Floyd \| time to see Dr. Rickers again. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about beverly"
Floyd \| You ask about one of the spa patrons. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'm sorry Mrs. Hawthorne, but the stylist-client relationship is one Floyd \| of strictest confidence." Floyd \| Floyd \| True, they are the priests and therapists of the new millenium. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh fine."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "show salad to receptionist"
Floyd \| "I couldn't possibly. Too fattening," she says, waving the salad away Floyd \| with the bones she calls fingers. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "show cucumbers to receptionist"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a half-eaten salad Floyd \| a pair of cucumber slices Floyd \| your Louis Vuitton bag (which is open) Floyd \| your make-up Floyd \| a pair of banquet tickets Floyd \| your watch (being worn) Floyd \| your ensemble (being worn) Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "show cucumber to receptionist"
Floyd \| "Oh that would be perfect for Ms. Williams facial. We ran out of out Floyd \| supply ages ago." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf3"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give cucumber to receptionist"
Floyd \| "Oh that would be perfect for Ms. Williams facial. We ran out of out Floyd \| supply ages ago." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a half-eaten salad Floyd \| a pair of cucumber slices Floyd \| your Louis Vuitton bag (which is open) Floyd \| your make-up Floyd \| a pair of banquet tickets Floyd \| your watch (being worn) Floyd \| your ensemble (being worn) Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Bah."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Take the cucumbers and go away."
		genericgeekgirl asks, "S?"
		DavidW says, "yeah."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa Floyd \| Just two years ago, this place would have been packed at this time of Floyd \| day. Now hardly anyone comes in here, and you can hardly blame them. It Floyd \| feels more like some hellish jungle than a spa. The smell is subtle but Floyd \| gnaws at you nonetheless. A bed of rocks, heated to drive up sweat and Floyd \| drive out impurities, gives the room a heavy, fevered feeling, making Floyd \| you wonder why they even bothered considering there is already a Floyd \| whirlpool to the south. For those club members who have given up on Floyd \| trying to hide the fact that they dye their hair, a hairdresser's Floyd \| station sits to one side, from which you have a clear view of the lobby Floyd \| and its desk to the north. And all this set to some "Sounds of Nature" Floyd \| CD. Already, your hair is going limp from all the humidity. Floyd \| Floyd \| Ms. Williams, face covered in mud, sits at the hairdresser's station Floyd \| waiting for her weekly colouring. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Who's Ms Williams, I wonder."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x williams"
Floyd \| (Ms. Williams) Floyd \| A fearsome sight, Ms. Williams has opted for a peculiar strategy in Floyd \| fighting the ravages of time: none. When she smiles, a rare event, the Floyd \| crow's feet (although ostrich might be more fitting by comparison) lace Floyd \| across her face like webs. If it weren't for her weekly dye job you Floyd \| might think she were over a hundred. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell williams"
Floyd \| (Ms. Williams) Floyd \| Mothballs and ribbon candy. Guess even money can't ward off the smell Floyd \| of the elderly. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat cucumber"
Floyd \| Half-eaten food isn't quite your idea of fine dining. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give cucumber to williams"
Floyd \| (Ms. Williams) Floyd \| "I thought you could use some cucumber to complete your facial," you Floyd \| say, handing her the slices. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh thank you, Julia," Ms. Williams croons. "These will be perfect for Floyd \| my eyes. That idiot at the desk doesn't know half as much about beauty Floyd \| as you," she says, laying the slices on her eyes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "We made a "friend"?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "And now she can't see ;)"
		DavidW says, "so now Ms Williams won't see what we do next."
inky says (to Floyd), "x rocks"
Floyd \| Heated by some unknown source, the rocks cause the air above them to Floyd \| shimmer like a mirage. On the floor beside the bed of rocks is a bucket Floyd \| of water. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "(I hope we have a next)"
inky says (to Floyd), "x bucket"
Floyd \| Trying to capture some of the supposed ambience of colonial America, Floyd \| this bucket is constructed of well-fitted oak panels. Hooked on to the Floyd \| side of the bucket is a ladle. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to floyd), "pour water on rocks"
Floyd \| You plunge the ladle in to the bucket and pour the water on to the Floyd \| rocks. A loud hiss ensues as a cloud of steam fills the room. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "That probably didn't help our already limp hair."
inky says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa Floyd \| Just two years ago, this place would have been packed at this time of Floyd \| day. Now hardly anyone comes in here, and you can hardly blame them. It Floyd \| feels more like some hellish jungle than a spa. The smell is subtle but Floyd \| gnaws at you nonetheless. A bed of rocks, heated to drive up sweat and Floyd \| drive out impurities, gives the room a heavy, fevered feeling, making Floyd \| you wonder why they even bothered considering there is already a Floyd \| whirlpool to the south. For those club members who have given up on Floyd \| trying to hide the fact that they dye their hair, a hairdresser's Floyd \| station sits to one side, from which you have a clear view of the lobby Floyd \| and its desk to the north. And all this set to some "Sounds of Nature" Floyd \| CD. Floyd \| Floyd \| The jungle image is now complete as steam wraps its way around the Floyd \| plants, partially obscuring your vision. Floyd \| Floyd \| Ms. Williams, face covered in mud, sits at the hairdresser's station Floyd \| waiting for her weekly colouring. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "S to whirlpool?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x station"
Floyd \| An all-in-one sink, chair, and hair dryer, the hairdresser's station is Floyd \| a testament to the fact that the spa doesn't service enough people to Floyd \| get the standard banks of equipment that more profitable ones do. While Floyd \| in itself an adequate piece of equipment, you would rather have one Floyd \| machine do each job and do it right. Floyd \| Floyd \| On the brim of the sink rests a bottle of dye. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "ha ha"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask williams about receptionist"
Floyd \| (Ms. Williams about that) Floyd \| "What's with that receptionist? Who does she think she is?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "I don't know, but she was supposed to be in here ages ago to do my Floyd \| hair." Floyd \| As fast as it appeared, the steam dissipates, allowing you to see Floyd \| clearly again. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah, in a second."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x dye"
Floyd \| You would die before being caught putting this in your hair. As to Floyd \| whether you would actually put it in or not, only your stylist knows Floyd \| for sure. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take dye"
Floyd \| You would die before being caught putting this in your hair. As to Floyd \| whether you would actually put it in or not, only your stylist knows Floyd \| for sure. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x sink"
Floyd \| An all-in-one sink, chair, and hair dryer, the hairdresser's station is Floyd \| a testament to the fact that the spa doesn't service enough people to Floyd \| get the standard banks of equipment that more profitable ones do. While Floyd \| in itself an adequate piece of equipment, you would rather have one Floyd \| machine do each job and do it right. Floyd \| Floyd \| On the brim of the sink rests a bottle of dye. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x rocks"
Floyd \| Heated by some unknown source, the rocks cause the air above them to Floyd \| shimmer like a mirage. On the floor beside the bed of rocks is a bucket Floyd \| of water. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski asks, "Could we dye Williams' hair?"
inky says (to Floyd), "pour water on rocks. take dye"
Floyd \| You plunge the ladle in to the bucket and pour the water on to the Floyd \| rocks. A loud hiss ensues as a cloud of steam fills the room. Floyd \| You would die before being caught putting this in your hair. As to Floyd \| whether you would actually put it in or not, only your stylist knows Floyd \| for sure. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x lobby"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "hmm"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put dye on williams"
Floyd \| (Ms. Williams) Floyd \| You need to be holding the dye before you can put it on top of Floyd \| something else. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Except we can't take the dye."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dye williams"
Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "> dye, williams, dye."
		DavidW asks, "Put dye in bucket?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "We can't take the dye to put it in or on anything."
		DavidW says, "I think we need to explore more."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put dye in bucket"
Floyd \| You need to be holding the dye before you can put it into something Floyd \| else. Floyd \| As fast as it appeared, the steam dissipates, allowing you to see Floyd \| clearly again. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "knock over dye"
Floyd \| You do manual labour? Get real. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| You can't, since the door to the whirlpool is in the way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door"
Floyd \| The whirlpool is currently occupied. Besides, if you wanted to lie in a Floyd \| pool of someone else's filth, you'd have a bath with Frank and make his Floyd \| day. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x lobby"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x n"
Floyd \| You see nothing unexpected in that direction. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x desk"
Floyd \| From here you can easily see the receptionist at the desk, but now, Floyd \| without you there, she's gone on to filing her nails. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "A ha."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x log book"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Maybe she'll walk off at some point?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x time"
Floyd \| Looking closely at your watch, you see that it is sometime after five. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "well, we could ask the receptionist about the dye, and maybe she'd leave her desk?"
inky says (to Floyd), "x plants"
Floyd \| These plants have seen better days. All the steam from the whirlpool Floyd \| and all the heat from the rocks have taken their toll. It's probably Floyd \| for the best. When will people learn that nature belongs outside? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| The receptionist glances around and sighs. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about dye"
Floyd \| "Shouldn't you start doing Ms. Williams's dye job?" Hey, if you don't Floyd \| keep the help in line, who will? Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'll get to her colouring just as soon as I finish this," the Floyd \| receptionist says, although you can't imagine what is so important. She Floyd \| probably just enjoys making her squirm. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about nails"
Floyd \| "I'm really very sorry Mrs. Hawthorne, but I am incredibly busy," she Floyd \| says in a questionably trendy accent. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Does steaming up the room prevent us from seeing into the lobby?"
		DavidW says, "I think so, or vice versa."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about dye"
Floyd \| "Shouldn't you start doing Ms. Williams's dye job?" Hey, if you don't Floyd \| keep the help in line, who will? Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'll get to her colouring just as soon as I finish this," the Floyd \| receptionist says, although you can't imagine what is so important. She Floyd \| probably just enjoys making her squirm. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "So, we need her to go in there, and then block her from seeing us take the book."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask receptionist about important"
Floyd \| "I'm really very sorry Mrs. Hawthorne, but I am incredibly busy," she Floyd \| says in a questionably trendy accent. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "And maybe we can duck into the men's room for some reason, if she's not watching."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa Floyd \| Just two years ago, this place would have been packed at this time of Floyd \| day. Now hardly anyone comes in here, and you can hardly blame them. It Floyd \| feels more like some hellish jungle than a spa. The smell is subtle but Floyd \| gnaws at you nonetheless. A bed of rocks, heated to drive up sweat and Floyd \| drive out impurities, gives the room a heavy, fevered feeling, making Floyd \| you wonder why they even bothered considering there is already a Floyd \| whirlpool to the south. For those club members who have given up on Floyd \| trying to hide the fact that they dye their hair, a hairdresser's Floyd \| station sits to one side, from which you have a clear view of the lobby Floyd \| and its desk to the north. And all this set to some "Sounds of Nature" Floyd \| CD. Floyd \| Floyd \| Ms. Williams, face covered in mud, sits at the hairdresser's station Floyd \| waiting for her weekly colouring. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ooh. Can we go back down to the basement? I have an evil idea."
		DavidW asks, "hm?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "There was bleach in the closet, I think."
inky says (to Floyd), "dye williams hair"
Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "put dye in hair"
Floyd \| You need to be holding the dye before you can put it into something Floyd \| else. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "oh my."
		DavidW says, "sure, go get the bleach."
		genericgeekgirl says, "The smell of bleach, anyway."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| The receptionist glances around and sighs. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down"
Floyd \| The stairs turn sharply north as you descend. Floyd \| Floyd \| Access hall Floyd \| A short, dimly lit hallway between the utility closet to the north and Floyd \| the stairs to the rest of the club leading south and up. Floyd \| Floyd \| A faint smell lingers in the hall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Evil, but fitting our character I think."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Utility closet Floyd \| The concrete walls of this closet are oppressively close, made more so Floyd \| by the smell of bleach and chemicals coming from a filthy shelf against Floyd \| the far wall. Various brooms clutter the room, displaying none of the Floyd \| pleasant tidiness characteristic of the rest of Pine Meadows. All this Floyd \| can be escaped through a door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take bleach"
Floyd \| Nah, let the cleaning staff handle that. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Wah."
		DavidW says, "drat"
		borowski says, "Aw"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x shelf"
Floyd \| A filthy metal shelf hangs on the far wall, sagging from the weight of Floyd \| the cleaning supplies it struggles to support. Although most of them Floyd \| are foreign to you, you do recognize one bottle as bleach. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take bleach"
Floyd \| (the bleach) Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bleach"
Floyd \| (the bleach) Floyd \| Although cleaning has never been your forte, judging by the label and Floyd \| its numerous warnings, you would say this bottle contained bleach. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell bleach"
Floyd \| (the bleach) Floyd \| The pungent smell of chlorine fills your nostrils, burning the delicate Floyd \| membranes inside. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "> pass out"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Access hall Floyd \| A short, dimly lit hallway between the utility closet to the north and Floyd \| the stairs to the rest of the club leading south and up. Floyd \| Floyd \| A faint smell lingers in the hall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up"
Floyd \| The stairs turn sharply north as you ascend. Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Desperately trying to look important, the receptionist peers down a Floyd \| hawkish nose at a log book, scribbling in corrections at a furious Floyd \| speed. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Women's change room Floyd \| With the pool closed until summer and tennis verging on the passé, the Floyd \| only use the women of Pine Meadows have for this room is the lockers. Floyd \| The showers lie, unused, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your locker, #11, sits against the left wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "THINK EVIL RULES"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Desperately trying to look important, the receptionist peers down a Floyd \| hawkish nose at a log book, scribbling in corrections at a furious Floyd \| speed. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa Floyd \| Just two years ago, this place would have been packed at this time of Floyd \| day. Now hardly anyone comes in here, and you can hardly blame them. It Floyd \| feels more like some hellish jungle than a spa. The smell is subtle but Floyd \| gnaws at you nonetheless. A bed of rocks, heated to drive up sweat and Floyd \| drive out impurities, gives the room a heavy, fevered feeling, making Floyd \| you wonder why they even bothered considering there is already a Floyd \| whirlpool to the south. For those club members who have given up on Floyd \| trying to hide the fact that they dye their hair, a hairdresser's Floyd \| station sits to one side, from which you have a clear view of the lobby Floyd \| and its desk to the north. And all this set to some "Sounds of Nature" Floyd \| CD. Floyd \| Floyd \| Ms. Williams, face covered in mud, sits at the hairdresser's station Floyd \| waiting for her weekly colouring. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pour bleach in dye"
Floyd \| With Ms. Williams's eyes covered by the cucumber slices, you make your Floyd \| way over to the sink and carefully pour some bleach in to the dye. Floyd \| Floyd \| Just then, the receptionist, who apparently doubles as the hairdresser Floyd \| with the spa's drop in popularity, comes in. "Ready for your colouring, Floyd \| Ms. Williams?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Of course I am, I've been waiting for hours." Her voice grates on you Floyd \| as it scrapes out past her ancient vocal cords. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I am sorry about that, it's just we're so busy, and--." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Just get on with it, you don't get paid to talk." Floyd \| Floyd \| With that, the hairdresser goes about mixing the dye with some peroxide Floyd \| she brought with her (in addition to the liberal dousing of bleach you Floyd \| put in there) and puts it in Ms. Williams already fragile hair. For a Floyd \| few minutes it seems as though the bleach has no effect, but then, just Floyd \| as you're about the leave, you notice a few strands coming out in the Floyd \| hairdresser's hands until finally it starts coming out in goopy clumps. Floyd \| Floyd \| "What's going on up there?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Uh, ah, I don't know. I used the same proportions as always." Floyd \| Floyd \| "You idiot!" the old crone shrieks, fishing a hand through what remains Floyd \| of her hair. "My hair! My hair!" Floyd \| Floyd \| The hairdresser apologizes profusely, leading Ms. Williams out with a Floyd \| towel on her head. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Wow"
		genericgeekgirl says, "It wouldn't happen that quickly."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Well, I guess her hair is ruined from dye."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf4"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "There was an RL Stine book, or similar, when I was a kid where your evil twin sister pours bleach into your shampoo and your hair turns bright orange."
		borowski asks, "I guess we can look at the book now?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take book"
Floyd \| That belongs on the desk. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up cynthia"
Floyd \| #18, combination 23-44-46 (if only her measurements were the same). Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up cissy"
Floyd \| Cissy doesn't seem to use the spa facilities. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up beverly"
Floyd \| Here it is. #3, combination 16-43-81. "Anti-aging treatment, twice a Floyd \| week. Appointment to be verified each Monday." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up melissa"
Floyd \| #67, combination 33-73-42. "Problem facelift, avocado cream mask Floyd \| recommended." Hah! So much for that summer in Napa. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up williams"
Floyd \| "Brittle hair, only use 30 millilitres of peroxide each treatment." She Floyd \| doesn't seem to have a locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up frank"
Floyd \| Since Frank is rarely at the club, he never bothered to get a locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up keith"
Floyd \| The help don't get lockers. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "I think that's all the names we have?"
		borowski says, "I can't think of any others."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Checking first to make sure no one is looking, you enter the men's Floyd \| change room. Floyd \| Floyd \| Men's change room Floyd \| Despite everything you've heard about men's bath and change facilities, Floyd \| this room is remarkably similar to the women's one you're more familiar Floyd \| with. Same tiles, same lockers. In fact, if it weren't for the Floyd \| direction you entered through, you wouldn't be able to tell the Floyd \| difference. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Not useful, I guess."
borowski says (to floyd), "x lockers"
Floyd \| What is it about locked things that makes them so irresistible? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| You can go only east or out. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski asks, "Maybe later?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up charles"
Floyd \| Here it is. #32, combination 62-34-42. "Standing appointment each day Floyd \| from three o'clock to five-thirty. May be used by Mr. Burton or Scott." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "We need a locker number and combo, I think"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Checking first to make sure no one is looking, you enter the men's Floyd \| change room. Floyd \| Floyd \| Men's change room Floyd \| Despite everything you've heard about men's bath and change facilities, Floyd \| this room is remarkably similar to the women's one you're more familiar Floyd \| with. Same tiles, same lockers. In fact, if it weren't for the Floyd \| direction you entered through, you wouldn't be able to tell the Floyd \| difference. Floyd \| Floyd \| There it is, Charles's locker, #32. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl:)
		borowski asks, "Who was Charles again?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "I don't know why, but sure."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Club manager."
		borowski says, "Ah."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open locker"
Floyd \| (Charles's locker) Floyd \| You check to see you're alone and then enter 62-34-42 on the Floyd \| combination lock. Inside is Charles's clothing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Tale has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x clothing"
Floyd \| Looking at Charles's clothes baffles you. Despite being all top of the Floyd \| line, on Charles they look cheap and out-of-place. Some people just Floyd \| aren't meant to be rich. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search clothing"
Floyd \| You begin fishing through the pockets of Charles's clothes. Just when Floyd \| you think you've gone through every pocket three times, you find it: Floyd \| the key to Charles's office. You pocket it quickly. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Neat."
		borowski says, "Huzzah!"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take clothes"
Floyd \| You don't want them. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Women's change room Floyd \| With the pool closed until summer and tennis verging on the passé, the Floyd \| only use the women of Pine Meadows have for this room is the lockers. Floyd \| The showers lie, unused, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| You see Melissa's locker, #67, against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly's locker, #3, sits in the banks. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia's locker, #18, stands against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your locker, #11, sits against the left wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "not closing his locker?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Whoops."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Checking first to make sure no one is looking, you enter the men's Floyd \| change room. Floyd \| Floyd \| Men's change room Floyd \| Despite everything you've heard about men's bath and change facilities, Floyd \| this room is remarkably similar to the women's one you're more familiar Floyd \| with. Same tiles, same lockers. In fact, if it weren't for the Floyd \| direction you entered through, you wouldn't be able to tell the Floyd \| difference. Floyd \| Floyd \| There it is, Charles's locker, #32. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close locker"
Floyd \| (Charles's locker) Floyd \| You close Charles's locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Women's change room Floyd \| With the pool closed until summer and tennis verging on the passé, the Floyd \| only use the women of Pine Meadows have for this room is the lockers. Floyd \| The showers lie, unused, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| You see Melissa's locker, #67, against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly's locker, #3, sits in the banks. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia's locker, #18, stands against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your locker, #11, sits against the left wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Gonna go in order, I guess."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf5"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open melissa"
Floyd \| You flip the dial through 33-73-42 and the locker swings open to reveal Floyd \| a small bottle of pills. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x pills"
Floyd \| Ah, this takes you back. The bottle contains a number of small white Floyd \| pills. On the side is a label that says: "Percodan. Highly addictive. Floyd \| Do not take for longer than five days or dependency may result." Below Floyd \| that is a date for several months ago and the name and phone number of Floyd \| one Dr. Ferguson. Curiously, the name of the patient is scratched out. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Hmmmm."
		borowski says, "I wish we had a camera."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take pills"
Floyd \| (putting the half-eaten salad into the Louis Vuitton bag to make room) Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close locker"
Floyd \| Which do you mean, Melissa's locker, Beverly's locker, Cynthia's Floyd \| locker, your locker or the lockers? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close melissa"
Floyd \| You close Melissa's locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open beverly"
Floyd \| You turn the dial to 16-43-81 and here a small click as the door swings Floyd \| open and reveals some of Beverly's trademark clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I wonder where we should plant these, if at all."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search clothes"
Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a bottle of Percodan Floyd \| a key Floyd \| some bleach Floyd \| your Louis Vuitton bag (which is open) Floyd \| a half-eaten salad Floyd \| your make-up Floyd \| a pair of banquet tickets Floyd \| your watch (being worn) Floyd \| your ensemble (being worn) Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We have more bleach, incidentally."
		DavidW says, "heh. I was thinking about that."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pour bleach on clothes"
Floyd \| Careful not to completely ruin them, you pour a little of the bleach on Floyd \| to the clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close beverly"
Floyd \| You close Beverly's locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "hmm, I figured you would put them in someone's coffee or something"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open cynthia"
Floyd \| Turning the dial to 23-44-46, you hear a gentle click. The swings open Floyd \| to reveal a small camera sitting in the bottom of the locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take camera"
Floyd \| (putting the bleach into the Louis Vuitton bag to make room) Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x camera"
Floyd \| It's a small, instant camera. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Mine now."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close locker"
Floyd \| Which do you mean, Melissa's locker, Beverly's locker, Cynthia's Floyd \| locker, your locker or the lockers? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close cynthia"
Floyd \| You close Cynthia's locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Manager's office?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put all in bag"
Floyd \| camera: Done. Floyd \| bottle of Percodan: Done. Floyd \| key: Done. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take key"
Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "Can we open the camera?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "It's an instant camera."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take camera"
Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open camera"
Floyd \| You flip open the small hatch on the side where the film is supposed to Floyd \| go. It's empty. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search camera"
Floyd \| You flip open the small hatch on the side where the film is supposed to Floyd \| go. It's empty. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We'll need film to take more pictures, but there's no film to destroy."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put camera in bag"
Floyd \| You put the camera into the Louis Vuitton bag. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "So Melissa took the photo with Cynthia's camera and Beverly has the film in her bra?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "The actual picture, but yeah, probably."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Maybe she'll come to change, find her clothing destroyed and we'll so kindly offer her ours."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| You don't have the time to shower. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
Fang has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search desk"
Floyd \| There is nothing on the reception desk. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under desk"
Floyd \| Bending over has already gotten you in to one awkward position today. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Haha, aw."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key"
Floyd \| You unlock the door to Charles's office. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| You open the door and walk in. Floyd \| Floyd \| Office of the Registrar Floyd \| You haven't seen this room since you joined the club years ago. Frank Floyd \| handles all the dues, and Charles isn't your first choice among people Floyd \| to socialize with. The office itself seems to be a lot more luxurious Floyd \| than before. Maybe last time you were just distracted by the fear of Floyd \| your application being denied, or, more likely, Charles's perpetually Floyd \| tacky air just drained all the class out of the place. Either way, you Floyd \| have to say that now you like its bold charm, so unlike its owner. Floyd \| Floyd \| Clearly the focus of the layout, a magnificently restored antique oak Floyd \| desk stands near the back of the room, illuminated by a spacious window Floyd \| overlooking the golf course. Somewhat less impressive, a wise move Floyd \| considering they might detract from the desk, are a row of cabinets Floyd \| leading from the door to the south, along the wall, to the window at Floyd \| the far side of the room. Floyd \| Floyd \| Charles could come back any minute. Better make it quick. Floyd \| Floyd \| On Charles's desk is a telephone. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lock door"
Floyd \| (with the key) Floyd \| The door clicks gently as the key turns in the lock. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I bet we could call the doctor about the pills, find out whose they are."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Or at least "not hers.""
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf6"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Phone Dr Ferguson"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "call doctor"
Floyd \| Better not, someone might hear you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take phone"
Floyd \| You don't want it. Besides, there's only one jack in Pine Meadows. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to floyd), "dial doctor"
Floyd \| Better not, someone might hear you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cabinets"
Floyd \| If you want to dig up some dirt on someone, look them up by name. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up cynthia"
Floyd \| Cynthia's financial records are boring, even for accounting forms; Floyd \| however, towards the end, you find a health notice. Well, well, it Floyd \| looks like someone's allergic to peanuts. Floyd \| Floyd \| Just as you close the cabinet, you hear faint footsteps outside the Floyd \| door. "Who's in there?" You hear Charles call as he thuds on the door. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh no."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd \| Office of the Registrar Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up beverly"
Floyd \| What's this? A note from Beverly's mother to Charles reminding him of Floyd \| Beverly's fiftieth birthday that is approaching soon. Well it's about Floyd \| time: she's been forty-five for six years now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "hide under desk?"
		borowski asks, "Maybe we won't get in too much trouble?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up cissy"
Floyd \| Cissy's records are as bloated and boring as she is. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up melissa"
Floyd \| The cheques are made out from her husband. She may be young, but at Floyd \| least she knows how to work it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up roger"
Floyd \| Roger's files list him as the primary shareholder of the club, giving Floyd \| him the ability to make membership decisions completely at his own Floyd \| discretion. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Wait, where did I get the name ROger from, if it's a real person."
		genericgeekgirl says, "I picked it up somewhere."
		genericgeekgirl says, "I keep forgetting his name is Frank."
		DavidW says, "I forget who mentioned Roger."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, a bridge player mentioned him."
		genericgeekgirl says, "About the pot."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up frank"
Floyd \| Hmm, what's this? The account Frank has been using to pay for dues Floyd \| isn't anyone that you recognize. How dare he? A marriage is supposed to Floyd \| be about trust! Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up me"
Floyd \| That name doesn't seem to be on file. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up julia"
Floyd \| Hmm, what's this? The account Frank has been using to pay for dues Floyd \| isn't anyone that you recognize. How dare he? A marriage is supposed to Floyd \| be about trust! Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up charles"
Floyd \| Eighty thousand dollars a year. Well now you see why it costs three Floyd \| dollars for a glass of Perrier. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up williams"
Floyd \| Ms. Williams's cheques go back to the fifties, when the club first Floyd \| opened. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Ok, anyone else before we look up Cynthia and figure out how to deal with Charles?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up ferguson"
Floyd \| That name doesn't seem to be on file. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window"
Floyd \| The window provides a wonderful view of the golf course. In fact, from Floyd \| up here, you can barely see how ill-kept the green is or how polluted Floyd \| the water. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Office of the Registrar Floyd \| Clearly the focus of the layout, a magnificently restored antique oak Floyd \| desk stands near the back of the room, illuminated by a spacious window Floyd \| overlooking the golf course. Somewhat less impressive, a wise move Floyd \| considering they might detract from the desk, are a row of cabinets Floyd \| leading from the door to the south, along the wall, to the window at Floyd \| the far side of the room. Floyd \| Floyd \| On Charles's desk is a telephone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x desk"
Floyd \| Absolutely gorgeous and without a scratch on it. Which is to be Floyd \| expected, seeing as very little work actually gets done at it. Most Floyd \| members have their banks automatically pay their dues for them and Floyd \| since country clubs have declined in popularity recently, new members Floyd \| are few and far between. Why Charles would have been granted a new desk Floyd \| is beyond you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search desk"
Floyd \| You quickly rifle through the desk but find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x phone"
Floyd \| With rules against cell phones and a desire for leaving the outside Floyd \| world outside, this is the only phone at Pine Meadows. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "hide under desk"
Floyd \| You try crawling under the desk, but figure that if Charles does come Floyd \| in, your face will be where only cater-waiters and hustlers have been Floyd \| before. Then, you climb on top of the cabinets, but realize that Floyd \| Charles isn't quite that short. Finally, you try hiding behind a Floyd \| pencil, but you have a few more months on your diet before you can pull Floyd \| that off. Dejected, you go about finding a better way to avoid getting Floyd \| caught. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open window"
Floyd \| You open the office window. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Ah."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "climb out window"
Floyd \| After all the trouble you've gone through getting in here, you better Floyd \| make sure you have everything you need from here before leaving. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf7"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look up cynthia"
Floyd \| Cynthia's financial records are boring, even for accounting forms; Floyd \| however, towards the end, you find a health notice. Well, well, it Floyd \| looks like someone's allergic to peanuts. Floyd \| Floyd \| Just as you close the cabinet, you hear faint footsteps outside the Floyd \| door. "Who's in there?" You hear Charles call as he thuds on the door. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "climb out window"
Floyd \| As soon as your head ducks below the windowsill, you hear Charles Floyd \| (obviously with some assistance) break open the door and shriek: "The Floyd \| window, they've gone out the window!" Floyd \| Floyd \| Quickly, you begin to climb down the trellis, careful not to get your Floyd \| heels snagged in the ivy. However, you're more adept at navigating a Floyd \| concrete jungle than a real one, and soon one of your pumps gets caught Floyd \| on a particularly nasty weed. You kick wildly for a few moments, but Floyd \| it's to no avail; you lose your balance and tumble in to the bushes Floyd \| below, dragging the wreckage of the trellis with you. Floyd \| Floyd \| Behind the club (in the thorn bushes) Floyd \| Ow! While the bushes cushion your fall, preventing any serious damage, Floyd \| their thorns still manage to tear at your clothes and cling at your Floyd \| hair. As you pluck the spikes from your face, you hear Charles Floyd \| screaming from the window above. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I guess window exit is our choice."
		borowski says, "Luckily we have a change of clothes."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd \| You get out of the thorn bushes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Behind the club Floyd \| Yours are probably the first feet to tread here since the trellis was Floyd \| installed. The bushes have none of the carefully manicured branches or Floyd \| unnaturally bright flowers of their cousins in the garden. Instead, Floyd \| they are twisted with many sharp little thorns. They thin a little to Floyd \| the southwest. Floyd \| Floyd \| Without the cover of the bushes, Charles easily sees you. The criminal Floyd \| charges are no big deal, but being seen by the whole club being pulled Floyd \| from the bushes by the police is almost too much to bear. Floyd \| Floyd \| * You've been stung by a wasp * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In that game you scored 8 out of a possible 20, in 301 turns, earning Floyd \| you the rank of Debutante. 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 \| Behind the club Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Oh I get the wasp thing now."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Yipes."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Who is Scott, incidentally? Charles shares his locker with him."
		DavidW asks, "Not sure. Son?"
		borowski says, "I missed that."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a key (which opens the broken door) Floyd \| your Louis Vuitton bag (which is open) Floyd \| a camera Floyd \| a bottle of Percodan Floyd \| some bleach Floyd \| a half-eaten salad Floyd \| your make-up Floyd \| a pair of banquet tickets Floyd \| your watch (being worn) Floyd \| your ensemble (being worn) Floyd \| Floyd \| "Can you see them?" You hear a voice ask from above. Floyd \| Floyd \| "No, they're in the bushes," Charles replies. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski asks, "Should we restore and look up Scott?"
		DavidW asks, "hm. wait?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Although the thorns continue to poke in to your soft skin, you decide Floyd \| you'd rather put up with that for a few minutes than let Charles see Floyd \| you. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well is there any more you want me to do?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Nah, go back to the whirlpool, I'll take care of things here." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Although the thorns continue to poke in to your soft skin, you decide Floyd \| you'd rather put up with that for a few minutes than let Charles see Floyd \| you. Floyd \| Floyd \| "That's it! I'm going to call the police," you hear Charles call to you Floyd \| from above. At least he's gone from the window now. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd \| You get out of the thorn bushes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Behind the club Floyd \| Yours are probably the first feet to tread here since the trellis was Floyd \| installed. The bushes have none of the carefully manicured branches or Floyd \| unnaturally bright flowers of their cousins in the garden. Instead, Floyd \| they are twisted with many sharp little thorns. They thin a little to Floyd \| the southwest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x thorns"
Floyd \| Although the same kind grow in the garden in front of the club, those Floyd \| ones are kept in check with meticulous grooming. These, without a Floyd \| gardener to tend to them, have grown wildly, as if making up for the Floyd \| complacency of their sisters. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search thorns"
Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x trellis"
Floyd \| The trellis lies in a mangled heap at the base of the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd \| You battle your way through the underbrush for what must literally be Floyd \| minutes until you arrive in the garden. Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden Floyd \| Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place Floyd \| at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The Floyd \| topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers Floyd \| line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, Floyd \| hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and Floyd \| the club itself lies to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Melissa continues to read her book. Floyd \| Floyd \| "My, my. First the basement, now the bushes? Ever heard of a bed?" Floyd \| Melissa says, smirking. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "er, you want to run away, no?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "There could have been something useful."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about scott"
Floyd \| "Please, Julia. I'm trying to read." Melissa says, barely glancing up. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about burton"
Floyd \| "That Charles is something else, isn't he?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Don't get me started. That man is such a bore. I dread each time I Floyd \| have to pay my dues and listen to him speak." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "We need to fix our makeup and change clothes, I think."
borowski says (to floyd), "x me"
Floyd \| The fall took its toll on your appearance. Your skirt was ripped, but Floyd \| you managed to capitalize on that by tearing it a little more and Floyd \| turning it in to a fashionable slit. Although you tried, you failed to Floyd \| get all the twigs and thorns out of your hair. Still, you look a lot Floyd \| better than most of the people around here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x ensemble"
Floyd \| It's tragic really, the damage done by the fall. Oh well, these clothes Floyd \| were two weeks old; it's about time they were replaced. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Definitely before the banquet."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| If you leave the club without getting that film you'll be ruined. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Foyer Floyd \| Putting the club's best foot forward is clearly the purpose of the Floyd \| foyer. A stately crystal chandelier scatters daylight into Floyd \| kaleidoscopic patterns. Two verdant plants stand next to a set of Floyd \| double doors to the north, their leaves extended as if to usher people Floyd \| in to the banquet hall. To the south, next to the exit to the gardens, Floyd \| is a bulletin board. The hall continues to the west and east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| You make your way through the east wing to the garden path. Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden path Floyd \| Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the Floyd \| garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and Floyd \| northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the Floyd \| east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ugh, lost."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd \| Foyer Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Women's change room Floyd \| With the pool closed until summer and tennis verging on the passé, the Floyd \| only use the women of Pine Meadows have for this room is the lockers. Floyd \| The showers lie, unused, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| You see Melissa's locker, #67, against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly's locker, #3, sits in the banks. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia's locker, #18, stands against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your locker, #11, sits against the left wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open my locker"
Floyd \| 38 left, 24 right, 34 left, just like your measurements. Inside is a Floyd \| change of clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take clothes"
Floyd \| Although those bushes took their toll, the worst might be yet to come. Floyd \| You should probably save these clothes for the banquet. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close locker"
Floyd \| Which do you mean, Melissa's locker, Beverly's locker, Cynthia's Floyd \| locker, your locker or the lockers? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close my locker"
Floyd \| You close your locker. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| You don't have the time to shower. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "fix makeup"
Floyd \| Sometimes less is more. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "huh."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "What was that about whirlpool?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Maybe we can get into the whirlpool now."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Timing."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa Floyd \| Just two years ago, this place would have been packed at this time of Floyd \| day. Now hardly anyone comes in here, and you can hardly blame them. It Floyd \| feels more like some hellish jungle than a spa. The smell is subtle but Floyd \| gnaws at you nonetheless. A bed of rocks, heated to drive up sweat and Floyd \| drive out impurities, gives the room a heavy, fevered feeling, making Floyd \| you wonder why they even bothered considering there is already a Floyd \| whirlpool to the south. For those club members who have given up on Floyd \| trying to hide the fact that they dye their hair, a hairdresser's Floyd \| station sits to one side, from which you have a clear view of the lobby Floyd \| and its desk to the north. And all this set to some "Sounds of Nature" Floyd \| CD. Floyd \| Floyd \| Strands of gray hair form a trail through the spa, left after you gave Floyd \| Ms. Williams the Sinéad O'Conner look. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| You open the door and walk in. Floyd \| Floyd \| Whirlpool room Floyd \| Cramped and humid, the whirlpool room is dominated by a large tub of Floyd \| bubbling water. The steam coming from it is almost unbearable; it Floyd \| flattens your hair and clings to your skin. Even worse, there seems to Floyd \| be no ventilation other than from the door to the north, beside which Floyd \| is a row of hooks for hanging clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| A young man reclines in the pool, naked. Floyd \| Floyd \| Some clothes hang on one of the hooks. Floyd \| Floyd \| The man sits up with a start but does nothing to conceal his nudity. Floyd \| "Who the hell are you?" he demands. Without waiting for a reply, he Floyd \| lies back. "Nevermind. I don't care. Charles said I could stay here all Floyd \| afternoon, so fuck off." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski asks, "Maybe this is Scott?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x man"
Floyd \| With his bleached hair and chiseled features, this guy looks like he Floyd \| stepped right out of Honcho. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask man about charles"
Floyd \| "Fuck off, I don't have to talk to you." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x clothes"
Floyd \| My God! A poly-cotton blend in this place? What is Pine Meadows coming Floyd \| to? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search clothes"
Floyd \| "Hey, cut that out!" You ignore him but find nothing of interest Floyd \| anyway. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove clothes"
Floyd \| (first taking the clothes) Floyd \| "Hey, what are you doing? I need those," the man cries. Floyd \| Floyd \| You ignore him and take the clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Hehe."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Not what I meant, but yeah."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "enter whirlpool"
Floyd \| Which do you mean, the door to the spa or the whirlpool? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scott"
Floyd \| With his bleached hair and chiseled features, this guy looks like he Floyd \| stepped right out of Honcho. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Bye bye, naked man."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| "Listen!" you hiss, holding the clothes out of the young man's reach. Floyd \| "Either you tell me what I want to know or I walk out with these Floyd \| clothes right now." Floyd \| Floyd \| "What? You're crazy!" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Am I?" You walk towards the door. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Ok, wait, wait. Alright, what do you want to know?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well, who the hell you are, for starters." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Ok, I'm Scott. Charles's new 'assistant.' I'd shake your hand, but I'm Floyd \| a little indisposed at the moment." Floyd \| Floyd \| "I'll let it slide," you say, politely averting your eyes. "Do you Floyd \| always bathe naked with your employers?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Bathe naked, sleep naked, play Parcheesi naked," he shrugs his Floyd \| shoulders. "Whatever they pay me for. It's all the same to me." Floyd \| Floyd \| You knew it. Charles was always a little well-manicured, even for Pine Floyd \| Meadows. "So he pays you for your services?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Of course, you have seen him, haven't you?" The two of you share a Floyd \| collective shudder. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Alright, that's enough." Satisfied you have enough information, you Floyd \| hang his clothes back on the hooks. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Anytime." Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We have blackmail material."
		DavidW says, "ah. Scott is Charles' boy toy."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Go talk to Charles? Maybe we can use his phone to call the dr."
		inky says, ">BLACKMAIL EVERYONE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa Floyd \| Just two years ago, this place would have been packed at this time of Floyd \| day. Now hardly anyone comes in here, and you can hardly blame them. It Floyd \| feels more like some hellish jungle than a spa. The smell is subtle but Floyd \| gnaws at you nonetheless. A bed of rocks, heated to drive up sweat and Floyd \| drive out impurities, gives the room a heavy, fevered feeling, making Floyd \| you wonder why they even bothered considering there is already a Floyd \| whirlpool to the south. For those club members who have given up on Floyd \| trying to hide the fact that they dye their hair, a hairdresser's Floyd \| station sits to one side, from which you have a clear view of the lobby Floyd \| and its desk to the north. And all this set to some "Sounds of Nature" Floyd \| CD. Floyd \| Floyd \| Strands of gray hair form a trail through the spa, left after you gave Floyd \| Ms. Williams the Sinéad O'Conner look. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "BLACKMAIL ALL THE CLUB THINGS"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| You can go only north or south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Spa lobby Floyd \| Pine Meadows's most recent addition, the spa was built during the Floyd \| natural beauty craze of the late nineties, when holistic was in and Floyd \| plastic surgery was out. Frankly, you never could understand why it was Floyd \| so popular. The smell of damp seaweed and aromatherapy float in from Floyd \| the south, where the actual spa lies. To the north and west, with a Floyd \| functionalism that seems out of place next to the distinctively modern Floyd \| architecture of the spa, are the women's and men's change facilities, Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The crowning achievement of some hack designer, a desk, dominates the Floyd \| room, trying to give some sense of purpose to the poor soul whose job Floyd \| it is to man it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| You open the door and walk in. Floyd \| Floyd \| Office of the Registrar Floyd \| Clearly the focus of the layout, a magnificently restored antique oak Floyd \| desk stands near the back of the room, illuminated by a spacious window Floyd \| overlooking the golf course. Somewhat less impressive, a wise move Floyd \| considering they might detract from the desk, are a row of cabinets Floyd \| leading from the door to the south, along the wall, to the window at Floyd \| the far side of the room. Floyd \| Floyd \| Charles sits at his desk, pushing some papers around to at least give Floyd \| the impression that he's worth the money the club pays him. Floyd \| Floyd \| On Charles's desk is a telephone. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Julia!" Charles says nasally. "So good to see you. Can I help you with Floyd \| anything?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask charles about scott"
Floyd \| "So I was talking to Scott, and he had some of the most interesting Floyd \| things to say." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Um, ah." Charles tugs at his bow tie. "I don't know what you're Floyd \| talking about." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "blackmail charles"
Floyd \| Try typing BLACKMAIL (someone) WITH (some words). Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "blackmail charles with scott"
Floyd \| "My, my Charles, you look absolutely flushed. Have you been in the Floyd \| whirlpool?" you ask gently. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well, yes I have, Julia." --his cheeks get a little redder-- "It's Floyd \| marvelous. You really must try it sometime." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Were you in for long? I saw the door and it said you were signed up Floyd \| for the whole afternoon. I'm only asking because prolonged exposure can Floyd \| be terrible for the skin, let alone the health." Your lips pout out a Floyd \| little with feigned concern. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Um, well, I was only in for an hour or so, I'm letting my assistant Floyd \| use the rest of my time." Charles tugs a little at his bow tie. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, so you finally found someone to work 'under' you?" you ask, your Floyd \| emphasis almost tacky. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Yes, his name's Scott. He's worth every penny the club pays him." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh yes, Scott. I spoke to him." Charles face drops. "He has some very Floyd \| interesting things to say." Floyd \| Floyd \| Charles face glistens with sweat. "Please, Julia. Don't tell anyone, Floyd \| I'll give you anything you want." He pleads. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Alright, let me in to those cabinets and let me use your phone." Floyd \| Floyd \| "But that is-" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Or I could just go talk to Mr. Knowles." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Ok, ok. Just as long as you don't tell anyone I let you," Charles says Floyd \| resignedly and goes back to working on his papers, even less believably Floyd \| than before. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Hooray!"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "call doctor"
Floyd \| Suspicious about those pills, you call up doctor Ferguson. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Hi, Dr. Ferguson. This is Angie from Dr. Leeds office," you say in as Floyd \| nasal a voice as you can muster. "I'm calling in regards to a patient Floyd \| of yours, one Melissa Stratham." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Yes, what can I do for you?" he asks, more than a little perturbed to Floyd \| be disturbed. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well, Mrs. Stratham told us that you gave her a prescription for Floyd \| Percodan to be renewed indefinitely and--" Floyd \| Floyd \| "What? She's still taking them? They're highly addictive!" he says with Floyd \| concern, more likely from fear of malpractice than genuine compassion. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Alright, Dr. Ferguson. I'll notify Betty Ford right away." Floyd \| Floyd \| With that, you hang up the phone and ignore Charles's odd looks. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky asks, "this seems to just be an alternate solution to getting in his office with the key, doesn't it?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "We couldn't get into the whirlpool while he was there."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Presumably we have to look up Cynthia with the key in order to get caught first."
		DavidW says, "I think so."
		DavidW says, "But this lets us continue to have access to the cabinets"
		borowski asks, "I guess more blackmail?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up knowles"
Floyd \| Roger's files list him as the primary shareholder of the club, giving Floyd \| him the ability to make membership decisions completely at his own Floyd \| discretion. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to floyd), "ask charles about banquet"
Floyd \| "Please, Julia. I've let you look at the records, isn't that enough?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask charles about frank"
Floyd \| "Please, Julia. I've let you look at the records, isn't that enough?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I suppose."
		DavidW says, "we should find peanuts for Cynthia's salad, I guess."
		borowski says, "Maybe if we blackmail Melissa she'll give us some dirt on Beverly."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Western wing Floyd \| This is the newest addition to Pine Meadows, built to house the new spa Floyd \| to the west. In stark contrast to the well-lit, tan stucco walls, a Floyd \| dingy concrete stairwell descends to south. To the north, a rather Floyd \| uninspired doorway leads to the office of the club manager. The hall Floyd \| itself extends to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "oh, good idea"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Foyer Floyd \| Putting the club's best foot forward is clearly the purpose of the Floyd \| foyer. A stately crystal chandelier scatters daylight into Floyd \| kaleidoscopic patterns. Two verdant plants stand next to a set of Floyd \| double doors to the north, their leaves extended as if to usher people Floyd \| in to the banquet hall. To the south, next to the exit to the gardens, Floyd \| is a bulletin board. The hall continues to the west and east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| The hall is closed until tonight's banquet. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden Floyd \| Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place Floyd \| at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The Floyd \| topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers Floyd \| line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, Floyd \| hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and Floyd \| the club itself lies to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Getting to a particularly steamy passage, Melissa fans her neck Floyd \| vigorously. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about pills"
Floyd \| You tell Melissa about your little conversation with Dr. Ferguson. Floyd \| Floyd \| "So they're mine. No one but the most backwards fossil would care about Floyd \| my little indulgence." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "blackmail melissa with pills"
Floyd \| You tell Melissa about your conversation with Dr. Ferguson. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, please. This is the new millenium. Who cares if I indulge in a Floyd \| little Percodan now and then?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Hm."
DavidW says (to Floyd), " blackmail melissa with addiction"
Floyd \| "Now why would that scare me?" Melissa says, and returns to her book. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski asks, "Huh. Maybe tell someone else about them?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "show pills to melissa"
Floyd \| (first taking the bottle of Percodan) Floyd \| You tell Melissa about your little conversation with Dr. Ferguson. Floyd \| Floyd \| "So they're mine. No one but the most backwards fossil would care about Floyd \| my little indulgence." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We need to get into the kitchen probably. So we'd need to get rid of Cissy."
		DavidW says, "hm."
		inky says, "well, so the question is, who's the backwards fossil who would care"
		inky asks, "does Melissa have a husband? or maybe Roger?"
		DavidW asks, "We never learned Melissa's husband's name, did we?"
borowski says (to floyd), "ask melissa about husband"
Floyd \| "So where is your husband, anyway?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "He's gone to London for business until the end of the month. It's like Floyd \| I never get to see him any more. How is a girl supposed to stay Floyd \| faithful?" --she glances at you-- "Well I guess I'm asking the wrong Floyd \| person." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I don't think so."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Ah."
		genericgeekgirl says, "I tried asking someone about their husband, and it asked them about Frank."
		DavidW says, "hm. Melissa's surname is Stratham."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell melissa about scott"
Floyd \| "Please, Julia. I'm trying to read." Melissa says, barely glancing up. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask melissa about roger"
Floyd \| "So what do you know of Roger Knowles?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Ugh," she says, wrinkling her nose, "that man is an ogre." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski asks, "Maybe tell Cynthia about gossip?"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Gossip meaning Scott and Charles?"
		borowski says, "Yeah and the pills."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden path Floyd \| Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the Floyd \| garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and Floyd \| northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the Floyd \| east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| As if you never left, Cissy starts back on her photos. Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the kitchen) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| The waiter takes a sip from one of the finished drinks and seems to Floyd \| calm down a bit. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy stands here in all her fuchsia splendour. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| "You're not leaving already are you?" Cissy asks, lips pouted. "Oh Floyd \| well, you must come back to see the rest of my photos soon." Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cynthia waits impatiently for her meal. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell cynthia about pills"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Percodan?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "I haven't done it in years. Oh, well that explains how you're able to Floyd \| let Frank touch you." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Perhaps the pills are for someone other than Melissa."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell cynthia about charles"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Charles?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Really, Julia. The only thing worse than being a bore is talking about Floyd \| one." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell cynthia about scott"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia, can't we talk about something a little more Floyd \| interesting?". Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask cynthia about roger"
Floyd \| "Really, Julia, can't we talk about something a little more Floyd \| interesting?". Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Hm."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| "Aww, leaving so soon? Well we must do this again sometime," Cynthia Floyd \| calls out after you. Floyd \| As if you never left, Cissy starts back on her photos. Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the kitchen) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, Floyd \| despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really Floyd \| the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the Floyd \| place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much Floyd \| though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the Floyd \| west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food Floyd \| is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and Floyd \| southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A waiter bustles about frantically, trying desperately to keep up with Floyd \| drink orders from demanding patrons. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy stands here in all her fuchsia splendour. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x waiter"
Floyd \| Tuxedoes aren't active wear, and the waiter exemplifies perfectly why Floyd \| this is so. His cummerbund prevents him from turning his waist; his Floyd \| whole ensemble clings to him with sweat. In fact, his bow tie seems so Floyd \| tight that his eyes bug out and his face is flushed. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy continues to prattle on about her oh so fascinating life. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask waiter for peanuts"
Floyd \| "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hawthorne, but we don't serve peanuts here. There Floyd \| might be some sauce in the kitchen though." Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy tells you about another 'famous' relative's accomplishments. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "order drink"
Floyd \| "Here you go, Mrs. Hawthorne," he says, handing you a glass of wine, Floyd \| his experience such that barely a ripple passes across its surface. Floyd \| Floyd \| Cissy continues to prattle on about her oh so fascinating life. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "spill wine on cissy"
Floyd \| Pretending to catch your heel on a crack, you launch yourself forward Floyd \| towards Cissy, spilling the deep, red wine over her clothes. Floyd \| Floyd \| "My clothes!" she cries, trying desperately to sop up the rapidly Floyd \| setting wine. "This was a gift from my husband." You guess he bought it Floyd \| as a not so subtle hint. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Don't worry Cissy, a little club soda and that will come right out." A Floyd \| lie, sure, but you have to stop her from sobbing somehow. Besides, you Floyd \| did her a favour, that monstrosity wasn't helping anyone. Floyd \| Floyd \| When Cissy sees that nothing she can do here will stop the stain, she Floyd \| begins to walk out. "Oh dear, guess I'll go home to change. I'll see Floyd \| you at the banquet tonight. Ciao." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Bye bye, Cissy."
		borowski says, "Ah nice."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Into the kitchen."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Kitchen Floyd \| For all the years you've been a member of Pine Meadows, you've never Floyd \| had a reason to visit the kitchen before today. And you are thankful Floyd \| for that. If you had been here years ago you certainly wouldn't have Floyd \| been so quick to eat the food. Gray slabs of meat lie along the Floyd \| counters and hang from cupboards; enormous pots, some empty, some full, Floyd \| sit on stoves. All this under a barrage of pedestrian smells that Floyd \| assault your nose. A set of large, locked doors lead west to the Floyd \| banquet hall and a smaller opening on the opposite wall leads back out Floyd \| to the dining area. Floyd \| Floyd \| Amongst the many exotic dishes, you see a steaming plate of Coquille Floyd \| Saint Jacques. Floyd \| Floyd \| When he thinks you aren't looking, one of the cooks spits in to a Floyd \| steaming plate of something. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "why did you spill wine on cissy?"
		DavidW says, "oh!"
		genericgeekgirl says, "And there's Cynthia's order of.. whatever that is."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open cupboards"
Floyd \| The cooks look at you suspiciously but say nothing. You're well known Floyd \| among the kitchen staff for your temper. The cupboards are packed with Floyd \| a bewildering array of foodstuffs. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search cupboards"
Floyd \| Here we go, Thai peanut sauce. You slip it in to your pocket while the Floyd \| cooks aren't looking. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "Add suace to jacques?"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Scallops?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put sauce on coquille"
Floyd \| "Please, Mrs. Hawthorne," says one of the cooks, "leave the food to Floyd \| us." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cook"
Floyd \| Harried and hurried, the cooks rush about the kitchen. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x pots"
Floyd \| Balanced on the stove, several pots stand dangerously close to falling Floyd \| over. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski says, ">HIDE CYNTHIA'S EPIPEN."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "knock pot"
Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "push pot"
Floyd \| Pretending to move with a complete lack of grace, you clumsily lurch in Floyd \| to a large pot, sending it crashing to the floor. Floyd \| Floyd \| Momentarily, the cooks are shocked by the crash, but after that wears Floyd \| off they proceed to clean up the mess you made, casting dirty looks Floyd \| your way but remaining silent nonetheless. Being feared certainly has Floyd \| its advantages. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put sauce on coquille"
Floyd \| With the cooks distracted, you sneak the peanut sauce in to Cynthia's Floyd \| food and discard the bottle. Floyd \| Floyd \| Apparently you made quite a mess. The cooks are still cleaning it up. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We're a terrible person."
		DavidW says, "we are so evil. :)"
		inky says, "totally"
		genericgeekgirl says, "> whistle and wander off"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the kitchen) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables Floyd \| are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all Floyd \| that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet Floyd \| tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all Floyd \| manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to Floyd \| the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A waiter bustles about frantically, trying desperately to keep up with Floyd \| drink orders from demanding patrons. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables Floyd \| are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all Floyd \| that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet Floyd \| tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all Floyd \| manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to Floyd \| the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You arrive just as Cynthia sits down to eat her Coquille Saint-Jacques. Floyd \| Your glee can barely be contained as she raises a slimy piece of Floyd \| shellfish to her lips and delicately nibbles at it. Floyd \| Floyd \| A few minutes pass while Cynthia eats her meal and when she is done, Floyd \| she finishes it off with a delicate licking of her lips. That's when Floyd \| she notices what you have been seeing the whole time. Her lips, Floyd \| reacting furiously to the peanut sauce, have begun to swell, ballooning Floyd \| up to twice their regular size with no sign of stopping. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Myb bwips, bwat's bappebing?" she blubbers. Oh well, at least she Floyd \| won't need that collagen anymore. Floyd \| Floyd \| Soon the paramedics arrive to take her away from the crowd of gawking Floyd \| club members and elated waiters, leaving you to resume your business. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "wow"
		DavidW asks, "hm. Does this mean we can visit the Pro Shop now if we want to?"
borowski says (to floyd), "look"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables Floyd \| are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all Floyd \| that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet Floyd \| tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all Floyd \| manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to Floyd \| the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, with her gone, we can try going north again."
		genericgeekgirl says, "ne, rather"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd \| You walk down the paved path until you come to the Pro Shop. Floyd \| Floyd \| Pro Shop Floyd \| Since Pine Meadows instituted the policy of allowing day memberships, Floyd \| the shop has been enjoying a lot more business. Well, enjoying is Floyd \| probably the wrong word. The only people who frequent the shop are Floyd \| amateur social climbers trying to impress clients or lonely housewives Floyd \| eager to get a little attention from Keith. Luckily, none of them seem Floyd \| to be around, leaving you to see how cramped the shop actually is. All Floyd \| manner of rackets, clubs, and balls crowd the walls; an obtrusive Floyd \| counter divides the room arbitrarily, and to the north a door leads to Floyd \| the driving range, too small to open up the place at all. Floyd \| Floyd \| Keith smiles up at you as you enter. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Hey babe, good to see ya," Keith says, smiling. "I was beginning to Floyd \| think you might not make it." Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x keith"
Floyd \| Tall, well-muscled, and the most sexually virile man you've ever known, Floyd \| Keith rubs his hand across his chest absently when he catches you Floyd \| looking at him. You suppress a shudder and involuntarily lick your Floyd \| lips. Floyd \| Floyd \| "You better be careful with those around Mr. Knowles," Keith says, Floyd \| glancing at the pills and jerking his thumb towards the driving range. Floyd \| "He's in a huff ever since he found out about his grandson." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell keith"
Floyd \| Whatever smell is there is overpowered by your characteristic Floyd \| fragrance: Self-Obsession, by Calvin Klone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ah..."
		genericgeekgirl says, "We can tell Roger about Melissa and the pills."
		inky says, "there we go"
		borowski says, "Oh right."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell keith about photo"
Floyd \| "Listen, Keith, someone was in the access hall while we were in the Floyd \| closet and they took a photo." Floyd \| Floyd \| "You mean someone took a picture of us while we were fucking?" You Floyd \| cringe at his vulgarity. "Shit, what are we going to do?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," you say, hoping it's not a lie. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell keith about frank"
Floyd \| "About Frank..." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Why don't you leave him already? Then we could finally be together. Floyd \| Just don't tell him about us, he'd ruin me." With that, he leans Floyd \| forward dramatically. "I could give you the moon." Floyd \| Floyd \| No, what he could give you would be more painfully trite lines like Floyd \| that. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell keith about charles"
Floyd \| "What do you think of Charles?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "That guy freaks me out. Always brushing up against me and stuff." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I've always wanted the moon."
		genericgeekgirl asks, "North?"
borowski says (to floyd), "tell keith about scott"
Floyd \| "Sorry, babe. I don't know nothing about that." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "sounds good"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Driving range Floyd \| With the banquet just a few hours away, most people aren't willing to Floyd \| work up a sweat. As such, the driving range is all but uninhabited. Floyd \| While most of the course is just grass, the range has concrete walks, Floyd \| sparing you from the torture that is walking on grass in heels. The Pro Floyd \| Shop lies to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Roger Knowles, a man who puts the 'old' in old money, stands here, Floyd \| occasionally hitting a ball off in to the green. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, Julia, it's you," Roger says, looking up. As he returns his Floyd \| concentration to the game, he continues, "What do you want?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I didn't notice there was a north."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell roger about pills"
Floyd \| You carefully feel Roger out about drugs. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Damn junkies," he spits, "they're ruining this country and this club. Floyd \| I will not have those people at Pine Meadows." Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell roger about melissa"
Floyd \| You better not, blackmail only works if you haven't actually revealed Floyd \| the information. Floyd \| Floyd \| Roger sights up and smacks a ball clear across the green. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Ah, good."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x roger"
Floyd \| While Pine Meadows's members have never been known for their Floyd \| progressive politics, Roger Knowles is considered a little Floyd \| old-fashioned even here. You'd be wise to watch your step around him; Floyd \| he's never liked you and, being a primary shareholder of the club, is Floyd \| likely to expel you should you disturb him too much. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask roger about frank"
Floyd \| "Julia, I have no need of your gossip." Floyd \| Floyd \| Roger sights up and smacks a ball clear across the green. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		borowski asks, "I guess now we can blackmail Melissa?"
		genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Yeah!"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Pro Shop Floyd \| Since Pine Meadows instituted the policy of allowing day memberships, Floyd \| the shop has been enjoying a lot more business. Well, enjoying is Floyd \| probably the wrong word. The only people who frequent the shop are Floyd \| amateur social climbers trying to impress clients or lonely housewives Floyd \| eager to get a little attention from Keith. Luckily, none of them seem Floyd \| to be around, leaving you to see how cramped the shop actually is. All Floyd \| manner of rackets, clubs, and balls crowd the walls; an obtrusive Floyd \| counter divides the room arbitrarily, and to the north a door leads to Floyd \| the driving range, too small to open up the place at all. Floyd \| Floyd \| Keith paces back and forth, absentmindedly fiddling with things. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop) Floyd \| This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables Floyd \| are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all Floyd \| that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet Floyd \| tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all Floyd \| manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to Floyd \| the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court Floyd \| respectively. Floyd \| Floyd \| A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd \| You can go only northeast, west, southwest, or south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Tennis court Floyd \| Since tennis became passé, this court is mainly used by those few Floyd \| members who actually enjoy the game. In fact, due to the reduced use, Floyd \| the club has even begun letting non-members play on it. You've never Floyd \| been that fond of tennis and with the rabble about, you're loath to Floyd \| even stay on the court. Hardly a big loss. The net droops, the benches Floyd \| are peeling, and the rubber floor sticks to your pumps. Although you Floyd \| are fenced in on most sides, thankfully, you can still leave to the Floyd \| more agreeable outside dining areas to the northwest and north, or the Floyd \| garden path to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly hops from foot to foot, waiting for a ball to come out of a Floyd \| serving machine at the other end of the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly smacks a ball across the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden path Floyd \| Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the Floyd \| garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and Floyd \| northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the Floyd \| east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden Floyd \| Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place Floyd \| at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The Floyd \| topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers Floyd \| line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, Floyd \| hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and Floyd \| the club itself lies to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Melissa continues to read her book. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "We meet again."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "blackmail melissa about pills"
Floyd \| "Oh, Melissa," you say, smiling, "I was just talking to Roger Knowles, Floyd \| you know, primary shareholder of the club, the man with the power to Floyd \| make or break? Well, he had some of the most interesting things to say Floyd \| about, how did he put it, oh yes, 'junkies.' I just thought you Floyd \| might--" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Cut the crap, Julia, what do you want?" she says, her boldness Floyd \| replaced by anger. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Now, now. No need for such language," you say, enjoying your moment. Floyd \| "Just give me the film and no one need know your dirty little secret." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Fine, take it," she says, pulling a roll of film from her handbag and Floyd \| tossing it at you. With that, she stomps off from the garden. However, Floyd \| as she does, she calls back to you, a hint of satisfaction in her Floyd \| voice. "But if you want the photo itself, you might want to talk to the Floyd \| person who's behind all this." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Who?" you ask, painfully aware of how little time is left until the Floyd \| banquet. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Who do you think? Who stands to gain the most by you and Frank Floyd \| splitting up? Besides Frank of course." And with that, she's gone. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "So, we can take photos now."
		genericgeekgirl says, "And it leads us back to Beverly, I suppose."
		DavidW asks, "yes. Another drink to spill?"
borowski says (to Floyd), "x film"
Floyd \| Here it is: the film. Now you just need to get your hands on that photo Floyd \| and this whole mess will be over. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden Floyd \| Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place Floyd \| at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The Floyd \| topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers Floyd \| line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, Floyd \| hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and Floyd \| the club itself lies to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour bleach on film"
Floyd \| You need to be holding the bleach before you can put it on top of Floyd \| something else. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "What are you doing??"
		DavidW asks, "oh, we're not going to destroy the film?"
		borowski asks, "Put film in camera?"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "You know what an instant camera is, right?"
		inky says, "I'm not sure we can take more pictures with this film"
		DavidW says, "I guess I don't know."
		DavidW says, "A camera is a camera is a camera to me."
		borowski asks, "A Polaroid type camera?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Beverly has the actual photo."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Let's go have a chat with her."
		DavidW says, "oh. so put film in camera? And Bev's secret is her advanced age, apparently. Almost as old as me."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Garden path Floyd \| Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the Floyd \| garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and Floyd \| northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the Floyd \| east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Tennis court Floyd \| Since tennis became passé, this court is mainly used by those few Floyd \| members who actually enjoy the game. In fact, due to the reduced use, Floyd \| the club has even begun letting non-members play on it. You've never Floyd \| been that fond of tennis and with the rabble about, you're loath to Floyd \| even stay on the court. Hardly a big loss. The net droops, the benches Floyd \| are peeling, and the rubber floor sticks to your pumps. Although you Floyd \| are fenced in on most sides, thankfully, you can still leave to the Floyd \| more agreeable outside dining areas to the northwest and north, or the Floyd \| garden path to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly hops from foot to foot, waiting for a ball to come out of a Floyd \| serving machine at the other end of the court. Floyd \| Floyd \| In a strangely crude move, Beverly shifts her bra uncomfortably. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "show film to bevely"
Floyd \| You can only do that to something animate. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "I bet that'll get her to turn around"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "show film to beverly"
Floyd \| "I guess this is what you're after," Beverly says, fishing in to her Floyd \| shirt and pulling out a photo. "Sorry about all I've put you through Floyd \| today, it's just I couldn't afford to let you know I had it until the Floyd \| banquet. You've proved quite resourceful so far. Who knows? Had you Floyd \| known it were me from the start, you might have just been able to stop Floyd \| me." She puts the photo back in her blouse. "Really, Julia, Frank and Floyd \| all his money deserve to be with someone a little more faithful than Floyd \| you. And once he sees this photo he'll realize who that is. Men are so Floyd \| easy to bend when vulnerable, don't you agree?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh well," she says, turning off the machine and wiping the sweat from Floyd \| her brow. As she does, Beverly glances at her watch. "My, my. Look at Floyd \| the time. I must be getting ready for the banquet. Oh yeah, I forgot to Floyd \| tell you. I talked to Charles and told him about how it had been so Floyd \| long since I had seen Frank and he was more than willing to seat us all Floyd \| together. Isn't that wonderful?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "See you there," she says, throwing her purse over her shoulder and Floyd \| walking off. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly was right, the banquet is almost starting, which means Frank Floyd \| will be arriving soon. You run as fast as you can without breaking a Floyd \| sweat to the bathroom, toss your stuff in your locker, and go about Floyd \| making yourself look as presentable as possible. Quickly, you get the Floyd \| extra clothes from your locker, put them on, and go about fixing your Floyd \| makeup. Within twenty minutes (a Pine Meadows record) you are ready and Floyd \| speed your way to the banquet hall, drawing more than a little bit of Floyd \| attention: running is as rare as running shoes amongst these people. Floyd \| Floyd \| Luckily, your speed pays off and you get to the banquet just in time. Floyd \| Frank is just arriving and Beverly is nowhere to be seen, apparently Floyd \| your tampering with her clothes slowed her down long enough. Just as Floyd \| the doors open, Beverly comes racing down the hall with a sweater tied Floyd \| around her waist, casting you a dirty look as she does. With that, you Floyd \| are all ushered in to the hall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Banquet hall (at your table) Floyd \| Well, here you are, seated at a table in what amounts to the most Floyd \| horrifically uncomfortable chair you have ever been upon. An Floyd \| ostentatious centerpiece, surrounded by candles with a program leaning Floyd \| against it, sits in the middle of the table, its baby's breath bouncing Floyd \| perilously close to the flames. All around you, the din of diners Floyd \| talking, plates clunking, and air-conditioners whirring, fade in to the Floyd \| background, allowing you to concentrate on the problem at hand. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank sits to one side, gazing fondly at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly eyes you suspiciously and pulls her purse a little closer. Floyd \| Floyd \| You nervously flip the menu over in your hands, absent-mindedly Floyd \| pretending to read. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		inky says, "hmm, I guess not"
		DavidW asks, "Did we put the film in the camera?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "No. There's no reason to, I think."
		borowski says, "Yeah, I guess the empty camera was just a hint that we needed to find the film."
borowski says (to floyd), "score"
Floyd \| You have so far scored 18 out of a possible 20, in 403 turns, earning Floyd \| you the rank of Dowager. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "We don't want a pic of Beverly?"
		genericgeekgirl asks, "Why?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf8"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x menu"
Floyd \| The situation is enough to make you lose your appetite. And if it Floyd \| weren't, having seen the kitchen earlier certainly would. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly takes a sip of her drink. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "oh, as a memento when her outfit falls apart."
borowski says (to floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a menu Floyd \| a change of clothes (being worn) Floyd \| your Louis Vuitton bag (which is open) Floyd \| your make-up Floyd \| your watch (being worn) Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x candle"
Floyd \| I guess Charles thinks that if the banquet is lit with these, people Floyd \| won't be able to see how tacky the whole thing is. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank sips at his drink nervously. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "x centerpiece"
Floyd \| Egad, from a cursory glance, the centerpiece appeared to be fresh-cut Floyd \| flowers, but on closer inspection, it's plastic! You knew this place Floyd \| was going down hill, but plastic? Floyd \| Floyd \| Glancing up towards the stage, you see Charles preparing the podium for Floyd \| the speakers. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "x program"
Floyd \| With black calligraphy on goldenrod, the program look like an angry Floyd \| wasp. It announces the "Opening speech by Julia Hawthorne, Floyd \| Philanthropist of the Year" that you have to make at quarter to seven. Floyd \| Whatever you're going to do, you better do it quick. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "set menu on fire"
Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to set the menu. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "burn menu"
Floyd \| Trying to make it look as accidental as possible, you put the menu in Floyd \| to the flame. Within seconds it is flaring away, causing quite a scene. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Your menu!" Frank shouts, jumping to his feet, surprisingly gallant. Floyd \| Quickly, he grabs one of the glasses from the table and dashes water Floyd \| over the burgeoning fire. It goes out with a hiss, leaving a puddle of Floyd \| ashy water and charred paper. "That was close," he wheezes, wiping the Floyd \| sweat from his forehead. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Yes, a little too close," Beverly mutters, eyeing you suspiciously and Floyd \| moving her purse beneath her chair. Floyd \| Floyd \| A team of waiters, hitherto immobilized with shock, move in to action. Floyd \| Within a few moments, the table is restored and people start getting Floyd \| back to waiting for their meals and gossiping amongst themselves. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take purse"
Floyd \| It's not her purse you want. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "look under chair"
Floyd \| Bending over has already gotten you in to one awkward position today. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take photo"
Floyd \| "Tut, tut, Julia," Beverly whispers, "you needn't provoke me, I'll show Floyd \| Frank in due time." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Drat."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "burn program"
Floyd \| Better not, you already look like enough of a pyro. Floyd \| Floyd \| Suddenly, from the stage, the ceiling, and behind, speakers screech to Floyd \| life. "Testing." Charles voice sounds out from all corners of the room, Floyd \| a good deal less servile when pumped out at a hundred and ten decibels. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Beverly, go away."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "burn beverly"
Floyd \| Better not, you already look like enough of a pyro. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Now, to say a few words before the banquet, here's Julia Hawthorne, Floyd \| this year's philanthropist of the year," Charles says, gesturing to you Floyd \| with a wide sweep of his hand while an enormous circle of light falls Floyd \| on you from a spotlight above. "Let's give her a hand, everybody!" A Floyd \| round of applause ensues. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Maybe if we wait and burn it as they applaud? (I saved right before)"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| You have no other choice. The time for action is over. Dejected, you Floyd \| make your way to the stage, hoping that Beverly chooses to prolong your Floyd \| anxiety for awhile longer and not show Frank the photo. Of course, hope Floyd \| is all you can do. Floyd \| Floyd \| When you reach the stage, you cast a glance towards your table, just Floyd \| long enough to see Beverly showing something to Frank. As you begin Floyd \| your speech, Frank leaves the table, and your life, forever. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * Your marriage is ruined * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In that game you scored 18 out of a possible 20, in 415 turns, earning Floyd \| you the rank of Dowager. 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 \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore"		borowski says, "Yeah, let's try it."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf8"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly takes a sip of her drink. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank sips at his drink nervously. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x frank"
Floyd \| Looking at Frank, you wonder what ever attracted you to him in the Floyd \| first place. His skin is pale, his hair is limp, his body is flabby, Floyd \| and his clothes are outdated. Then you glance down at the bulge in his Floyd \| pants and remember: it was the size of his wallet. Floyd \| Floyd \| Glancing up towards the stage, you see Charles preparing the podium for Floyd \| the speakers. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "spill drink"
Floyd \| What do you want to spill the drinks in? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "purse"
Floyd \| You need to be holding the drinks before you can put them on top of Floyd \| something else. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x beverly"
Floyd \| For all her bravado on the tennis court, Beverly seems to be a tad Floyd \| nervous. It's a lot easier to threaten to cause a scene and ruin a Floyd \| marriage than to actually do so. But if she's held on this long, Floyd \| there's no way she'll bow out now. In fact, you can see her hand Floyd \| dangling below the table, ready to fish out the photo from her purse at Floyd \| any moment. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank gulps down the rest of his drink. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "get drink"
Floyd \| You don't want to anger either of them. Floyd \| Floyd \| Draining her glass, Beverly licks the rim with relish. She always was a Floyd \| bit of a lush. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x plant"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x candle"
Floyd \| I guess Charles thinks that if the banquet is lit with these, people Floyd \| won't be able to see how tacky the whole thing is. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Here, Beverly, let me get that for you," Frank says, taking the empty Floyd \| glasses and calling over the waiter. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, Frank. You're such a gentleman. How does Julia ever keep her hands Floyd \| off of you?" she says, handing him her glass. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank chuckles. He always does that when he's nervous. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
inky says (to Floyd), "put pills in beverly's drink"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x menu"
Floyd \| The situation is enough to make you lose your appetite. And if it Floyd \| weren't, having seen the kitchen earlier certainly would. Floyd \| Floyd \| A waiter comes by and removes the empty glasses, ignoring all requests Floyd \| for new drinks. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sing"
Floyd \| Me me me me! Floyd \| Floyd \| Suddenly, from the stage, the ceiling, and behind, speakers screech to Floyd \| life. "Testing." Charles voice sounds out from all corners of the room, Floyd \| a good deal less servile when pumped out at a hundred and ten decibels. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Now, to say a few words before the banquet, here's Julia Hawthorne, Floyd \| this year's philanthropist of the year," Charles says, gesturing to you Floyd \| with a wide sweep of his hand while an enormous circle of light falls Floyd \| on you from a spotlight above. "Let's give her a hand, everybody!" A Floyd \| round of applause ensues. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "burn menu"
Floyd \| Trying to make it look as accidental as possible, you put the menu in Floyd \| to the flame. At first, no one notices the small flame, and by the time Floyd \| they do, it's too late for them to do anything. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Your menu!" Frank shrieks, pointing frantically and lurching back from Floyd \| the table. His foot catches on the leg of his chair, and he is sent Floyd \| sprawling in to a dessert cart. Another time and you might have found Floyd \| that funny, but you've had your fill of schadenfreude for today. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly, for once losing her icy composure, scrabbles away from the Floyd \| table as fast as she can. Floyd \| Floyd \| The fire begins to spread. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take photo"
Floyd \| With everyone distracted by the raging fire, you grab the photo. Damn Floyd \| it's hot. Floyd \| Floyd \| The fire spreads to the centrepiece, the cheap plastic leaves curling Floyd \| and spouting out plumes of foul-smelling smoke. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "burn photo"
Floyd \| With a rather dramatic flourish (hey, you deserve it) you crumple up Floyd \| the photo and toss it in to the fire. As it burns, so does Beverly's Floyd \| hope of destroying your marriage. Not that she stops trying, though. Floyd \| Frank tells you later that week about a phone call from her, but Floyd \| without any proof, his blind adoration of you wins out over suspicion. Floyd \| Floyd \| The fire that resulted during the banquet ended up destroying a good Floyd \| portion of the building. Good riddance, you say, the club was past its Floyd \| prime and it was more fitting that it go out with flare rather than Floyd \| dwindle away to mediocrity. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * You have won * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In that game you scored 20 out of a possible 20, in 421 turns, earning Floyd \| you the rank of Diva. Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd \| give the FULL score for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING Floyd \| things to do or QUIT? Floyd \| >		inky says, "hooray"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "amusing"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Have you tried: Floyd \| Floyd \| Kissing everyone? Floyd \| Floyd \| Trying all the generally unused verbs? Floyd \| Floyd \| Eating the salad? Floyd \| Floyd \| Telling Frank about Keith? Floyd \| Floyd \| Doing nothing after starting the fire? Floyd \| Floyd \| Asking Cynthia about nouveaus? Floyd \| Floyd \| Finding an alternate way of getting into the kitchen? Floyd \| Floyd \| Finding an alternate way of avoiding Ms. Williams seeing you? Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd \| give the FULL score for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING Floyd \| things to do or QUIT? Floyd \| >		borowski says, "Arson saves the day!"
		inky says, "I would like to thank all the people we stepped on to get where we are today"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Aw"
		Johnny says, "ITYM ow"
		DavidW says, "ah, I guess the steam was an alternate to the cucumber slices."
		borowski asks, "I wonder what the other way into the kitchen was?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf8"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "I want to see what happens if we let the fire go :)"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly takes a sip of her drink. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank sips at his drink nervously. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Glancing up towards the stage, you see Charles preparing the podium for Floyd \| the speakers. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank gulps down the rest of his drink. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Draining her glass, Beverly licks the rim with relish. She always was a Floyd \| bit of a lush. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Here, Beverly, let me get that for you," Frank says, taking the empty Floyd \| glasses and calling over the waiter. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Oh, Frank. You're such a gentleman. How does Julia ever keep her hands Floyd \| off of you?" she says, handing him her glass. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank chuckles. He always does that when he's nervous. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| A waiter comes by and removes the empty glasses, ignoring all requests Floyd \| for new drinks. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z.z.z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z.z"		DavidW asks, "Through the locked banquet hall, maybe?"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| Suddenly, from the stage, the ceiling, and behind, speakers screech to Floyd \| life. "Testing." Charles voice sounds out from all corners of the room, Floyd \| a good deal less servile when pumped out at a hundred and ten decibels. Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Now, to say a few words before the banquet, here's Julia Hawthorne, Floyd \| this year's philanthropist of the year," Charles says, gesturing to you Floyd \| with a wide sweep of his hand while an enormous circle of light falls Floyd \| on you from a spotlight above. "Let's give her a hand, everybody!" A Floyd \| round of applause ensues. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "burn menu"
Floyd \| Trying to make it look as accidental as possible, you put the menu in Floyd \| to the flame. At first, no one notices the small flame, and by the time Floyd \| they do, it's too late for them to do anything. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Your menu!" Frank shrieks, pointing frantically and lurching back from Floyd \| the table. His foot catches on the leg of his chair, and he is sent Floyd \| sprawling in to a dessert cart. Another time and you might have found Floyd \| that funny, but you've had your fill of schadenfreude for today. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly, for once losing her icy composure, scrabbles away from the Floyd \| table as fast as she can. Floyd \| Floyd \| The fire begins to spread. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Maybe, but how do we get into the banquet hall?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat salad"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| The fire spreads to the centrepiece, the cheap plastic leaves curling Floyd \| and spouting out plumes of foul-smelling smoke. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "Get another key from Charles? Or Scott's clothing?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| The flames web across the tablecloth, scorching the table underneath Floyd \| and sending waves of heat in to your face. You feel your nose soften. Floyd \| Dr. Rickers said it would take at least twice this much heat; that son Floyd \| of a bitch is so sued. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "There's nothing in Scott's clothing."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| The fire licks at the table, sending out smoke that makes your head Floyd \| swim. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| The table collapses in to a pile of flaming kindling, sending a scent Floyd \| reminiscent of your trip upstate in to the air. Floyd \| Floyd \| All the smoke finally gets to you. Your mind clouds over for a moment, Floyd \| and your knees buckle from under you. The last thing you remember is Floyd \| pitching headlong in to the fire. Floyd \| Floyd \| When you awaken a few days later, you learn that Frank never saw the Floyd \| photo. But your satisfaction is short lived. With all the scars on your Floyd \| face, that's probably the last photo in which you looked decent. Well Floyd \| maybe not decent. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * Too bad, you fell out of the frying pan and in to the fire * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In that game you scored 19 out of a possible 20, in 423 turns, earning Floyd \| you the rank of Dowager. 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, "heh 'Dr. Rickers ... is so sued'"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf8"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell frank about keith"
Floyd \| First casting a defiant look at Beverly, you turn to Frank, take his Floyd \| hand in yours, and pinch your thigh to get some authentic tears Floyd \| flowing. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Frank, I have to tell you something..." Floyd \| Floyd \| After what seems like hours of tears, pleads, and yells, things finally Floyd \| settle down. It's over. Not that it's the worst loss or anything, you Floyd \| just wish you hadn't signed that pre-nupt. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * Your marriage is ruined * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In that game you scored 18 out of a possible 20, in 404 turns, earning Floyd \| you the rank of Dowager. 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 \| >
borowski says (to floyd), "undo"
Floyd \| Banquet hall (at your table) Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to floyd), "kiss beverly"
Floyd \| Ahh, convince Frank you're a complete nympho by kissing Beverly and Floyd \| then maybe he won't consider your affair an act of betrayal and instead Floyd \| carry you off to the sexual-dysfunction clinic in his arms and you'll Floyd \| all live happily ever after, is that your plan? Dream on. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly takes a sip of her drink. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss frank"
Floyd \| You haven't kissed him in months. To do so now might raise suspicion, Floyd \| and something else you're not too fond of. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "yipes"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss beverly"
Floyd \| Ahh, convince Frank you're a complete nympho by kissing Beverly and Floyd \| then maybe he won't consider your affair an act of betrayal and instead Floyd \| carry you off to the sexual-dysfunction clinic in his arms and you'll Floyd \| all live happily ever after, is that your plan? Dream on. Floyd \| Floyd \| Frank sips at his drink nervously. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, you did that."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a menu Floyd \| a change of clothes (being worn) Floyd \| your Louis Vuitton bag (which is open) Floyd \| your make-up Floyd \| your watch (being worn) Floyd \| Floyd \| Glancing up towards the stage, you see Charles preparing the podium for Floyd \| the speakers. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl asks, "Where is my salad?"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf7"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd \| Floyd \| Office of the Registrar Floyd \| Clearly the focus of the layout, a magnificently restored antique oak Floyd \| desk stands near the back of the room, illuminated by a spacious window Floyd \| overlooking the golf course. Somewhat less impressive, a wise move Floyd \| considering they might detract from the desk, are a row of cabinets Floyd \| leading from the door to the south, along the wall, to the window at Floyd \| the far side of the room. Floyd \| Floyd \| On Charles's desk is a telephone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat salad"
Floyd \| (first taking the half-eaten salad) Floyd \| If you wanted to put something limp and wilted in your mouth... Ok, Floyd \| that one's a little dirty even for you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		genericgeekgirl says, "..."
		DavidW says, "salad, pills, camera, ,,, all lost in the change of clothes."
		genericgeekgirl says, "We threw it all into the locker."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss charles"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "oh Julia. You've had worst things in your mouth than a salad."
		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, that's a really early save."
		DavidW says, "er worse"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Heh"
		DavidW says, "And we finished in good time, too. Another plus for the game."
		inky says, "oh, a Jason Devlin game"
		inky says, "I knew I knew who this was by"
		borowski says, "And now you know you know."
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "swing"
Floyd \| What do you want to swing? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
borowski says (to floyd), "swing everybody"
Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore"
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf8"
Floyd \| Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "swing"
Floyd \| What do you want to swing? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "swing frank"
Floyd \| If only Frank were in to that. Floyd \| Floyd \| Beverly takes a sip of her drink. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "swing hips"
Floyd \| You don't need to do that. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "about"
Floyd \| [Warning: Since the game menu contains hints (none immediately visible, Floyd \| however) you are given the option to type HINTS OFF to disable it. Type Floyd \| ABOUT again to get to the menu.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "about"
Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?"		genericgeekgirl says, "Oh well."
		genericgeekgirl \| Additionally, throughout the course of the game you will likely screw over (note that I did not say ~screw~) a variety of people, berate others, and generally be an all around nasty person. If you are not comfortable playing this type of character, you may quit at any time.
		DavidW asks, "huh. The menu crashed the terp?"
		genericgeekgirl says, "Seems that way."
		DavidW says, "good game, everyone. That was fun."
		DavidW says, "Excellent play on thinking about getting bleach from the utility closet. That was inspired."
		genericgeekgirl:)
		borowski says, "That was a fun game. I can see why it won awards for PC/NPC's."