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Like ClubFloyd, the idea behind NightFloyd is that a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction. |
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NightFloyd Transcript:
Like ClubFloyd, the idea behind NightFloyd is that a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction. |
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ToyShop & Floyditorium
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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask eurydice" | ||
Floyd | >Are you sure you want to quit? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | For help with Eurydice, or IF in general, type HELP at any time. Floyd | Press any key to continue. | ||
| genericgeekgirl pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 1 Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd ] Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, Floyd ] Let darkness keep her raven gloss: Floyd ] Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss, Floyd ] To dance with death, to beat the ground, Floyd ] Floyd ] Than that the victor Hours should scorn Floyd ] The long result of love, and boast, Floyd ] 'Behold the man that loved and lost, Floyd ] But all he was is overworn.' Floyd ] Floyd ] --Tennyson, 'In Memoriam' Floyd ] Floyd ] Floyd | Floyd | Eurydice Floyd | An Interactive Fiction Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 120921 / Inform 7 build 6G60 (I6/v6.32 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Floyd | Empty room Floyd | This room is full of silence. Freshly disturbed dust hangs upon the Floyd | air. There are patterns of pressure upon the carpet, suggesting there Floyd | are spaces where once there weren't. The walls are bare, but for the Floyd | occasional pictureless hook. There is a wardrobe here, a chest of Floyd | drawers and a skeleton of shelves against the far wall. Floyd | Floyd | The only way out is to the west onto the upstairs landing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Johnny says, "Sweet, poetry." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to zach), "poke poke poke" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 2 Floyd | Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | You've been better. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 3 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x wardrobe" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 4 Floyd | Floyd | > X WARDROBE Floyd | Floyd | The wardrobe casts a knobbly shadow against the bare wall behind it. Floyd | The door hangs very slightly open, showing a crack of darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 4 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open wardrobe" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 5 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN WARDROBE Floyd | Floyd | You step into the wardrobe and sit down in the space, pressing your Floyd | senses against the emptiness as if longing alone is enough to create Floyd | something from nothing. With your eyes closed you can almost feel the Floyd | soft pressure of Celine's clothes against your face and breathe in the Floyd | scent of her rising from the disturbed fabric. But you cannot delude Floyd | yourself for nearly as long as you would like to. This wardrobe is Floyd | empty. There is nothing here, and you get out again before you start Floyd | to feel foolish. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Awww." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 5 Floyd | Floyd | > DANCE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "feel foolish" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 5 Floyd | Floyd | > FEEL FOOLISH Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x shelves" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 6 Floyd | Floyd | > X SHELVES Floyd | Floyd | These shelves are a framework for nothing but air. The books they Floyd | held not so very long ago evade you now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x drawers" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 7 Floyd | Floyd | > X DRAWERS Floyd | Floyd | A pale pine set of drawers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "open drawers" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 8 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DRAWERS Floyd | Floyd | There is no point opening them because you know they contain nothing, Floyd | and you don't want to have to remember everything that's gone. All Floyd | her scarves, and rings, and pretty things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x shelves" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 9 Floyd | Floyd | > X SHELVES Floyd | Floyd | These shelves are a framework for nothing but air. The books they Floyd | held not so very long ago evade you now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x hooks" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 10 Floyd | Floyd | > X HOOKS Floyd | Floyd | The walls are magnolia, the colour of amnesia and rented houses. Floyd | There used to be a framed print of Munch's Madonna hanging from one of Floyd | these picture hooks, and passion in Celine's voice as she talked Floyd | about it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take hooks" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 11 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE HOOKS Floyd | Floyd | You can't really see reason to cart that around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 11 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL Floyd | Floyd | There are none at all available! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x carpet" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 12 Floyd | Floyd | > X CARPET Floyd | Floyd | The carpet is the colour of sand, as though the room has become a Floyd | tideline, washed clean of its cockleshell memories and mermaid-hair Floyd | dreams. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "touch carpet" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 13 Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH CARPET Floyd | Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x darkness" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 13 Floyd | Floyd | > X DARKNESS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x experience feelings" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 13 Floyd | Floyd | > X EXPERIENCE FEELINGS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "experience feelings" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 13 Floyd | Floyd | > EXPERIENCE FEELINGS Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "examine furndents" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x patterns" | ||
Floyd ] Empty room 14 Floyd | Floyd | > X PATTERNS Floyd | Floyd | The carpet is the colour of sand, as though the room has become a Floyd | tideline, washed clean of its cockleshell memories and mermaid-hair Floyd | dreams. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "HELP and WEST are available, as a reminder." | |
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Shall we west?" | ||
| Johnny says, "We've tried the rest." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] upstairs landing 15 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | upstairs landing Floyd | The upstairs landing is dimly illuminated from the light in the empty Floyd | room. From here, you can hear a murmur of voices coming from the Floyd | living room downstairs. Floyd | Floyd | To the north is Dave's room, to the west your own. The empty room Floyd | that was Celine's is to the east. There is a flight of stairs leading Floyd | up to John's room and another going down to the ground floor of the Floyd | house. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Our room first, and then snoop on Dave?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] upstairs landing 16 Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | The voices are too muffled by distance for you to make out anything Floyd | beyond the fact that people are speaking. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Sure." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] your room 17 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | your room Floyd | Your room is a complete mess. The bed is unmade. The bookshelves Floyd | that once lined the walls are a ruin of fallen books and splintered Floyd | wood. There are piles of things that shouldn't be piled everywhere. Floyd | All the things you thought you cared about feel like mockery. Floyd | Floyd | A mysterious lyre, slightly battered from possibly having fallen from Floyd | your bookshelves, lies among the wreckage. Floyd | Floyd | Behind you, to the east, is the upstairs landing Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||
Floyd ] your room 18 Floyd | Floyd | > X BED Floyd | Floyd | You briefly consider making it, or crawling into it but you cannot Floyd | quite bring yourself to do either. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bookshelves" | ||
Floyd ] your room 19 Floyd | Floyd | > X BOOKSHELVES Floyd | Floyd | Your books are strewn like roadkill across the carpet among the jagged Floyd | pieces of shelving, far beyond any easy rescue. Along with the books, Floyd | have come the sort of foolish tokens that reside half-forgotten on Floyd | bookshelves. You have a Cuddly Cthulhu and a Darth Vader Mr Potato Floyd | Head, a string of silver starred tinsel you forgot to take down two Floyd | Christmases ago. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cuddle cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 19 Floyd | Floyd | > CUDDLE CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "NOoooooooo." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x lyre" | ||
Floyd ] your room 20 Floyd | Floyd | > X LYRE Floyd | Floyd | It looks out of place. It is not an especially beautiful object; if Floyd | anything it seems worn. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "heh" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "pet cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 20 Floyd | Floyd | > PET CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Why does nobody implement 'pet'?" | |
| Johnny says, "Rub isn't the same as pet." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I always do!" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "hug" | ||
Floyd ] your room 21 Floyd | Floyd | > HUG Floyd | Floyd | (yourself) Floyd | If you think that'll help. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "hug cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 21 Floyd | Floyd | > HUG CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 22 Floyd | Floyd | > X CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | He is really rather cute for an elder God. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x tinsel" | ||
Floyd ] your room 23 Floyd | Floyd | > X TINSEL Floyd | Floyd | It is rather dusty and threadbare; now it crowns a pile of fallen Floyd | books with stars. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "chat up cthulhu" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 23 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x potato" | ||
Floyd ] your room 24 Floyd | Floyd | > X POTATO Floyd | Floyd | This is a very silly item. It was marketed as Darth Tater. You were Floyd | quite delighted by it, at the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lick potato" | ||
Floyd ] your room 24 Floyd | Floyd | > LICK POTATO Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hug cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 24 Floyd | Floyd | > HUG CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh" | |
| Johnny asks, "Why would anyone leave us?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Hehe" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take tinsel" | ||
Floyd ] your room 25 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TINSEL Floyd | Floyd | It is October - you have already accumulated ten months of bad luck. Floyd | No need to carry it round with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search books" | ||
Floyd ] your room 26 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take potato" | ||
Floyd ] your room 27 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE POTATO Floyd | Floyd | You don't really want to be carrying him round. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take cthuhlu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 27 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CTHUHLU Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take cthulu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 27 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CTHULU Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take cthulhu" | ||
Floyd ] your room 28 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CTHULHU Floyd | Floyd | Elder Gods should not be carried around like a child's comforter; it Floyd | is undignified for them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take lyre" | ||
Floyd ] your room 29 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE LYRE Floyd | Floyd | You certainly can't remember ever having bought, or been given, a Floyd | lyre. It is smooth and slightly warm in your hands, its shape a Floyd | graceful curve like a human spine. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I no can spell." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] your room 30 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | your room Floyd | Your room is a complete mess. The bed is unmade. The bookshelves Floyd | that once lined the walls are a ruin of fallen books and splintered Floyd | wood. There are piles of things that shouldn't be piled everywhere. Floyd | All the things you thought you cared about feel like mockery. Floyd | Floyd | Behind you, to the east, is the upstairs landing. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "does he have a trapdoor for the parts?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open potato" | ||
Floyd ] your room 31 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN POTATO Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x piles" | ||
Floyd ] your room 32 Floyd | Floyd | > X PILES Floyd | Floyd | It's just stuff, the accumulated detritus of a life lived heedlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search piles" | ||
Floyd ] your room 33 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH PILES Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search books" | ||
Floyd ] your room 34 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search for the meaning of life" | ||
Floyd ] your room 34 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH FOR THE MEANING OF LIFE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under bed" | ||
Floyd ] your room 35 Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK UNDER BED Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Dave's room?" | |
| mwmiller arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take tinsel" | ||
Floyd ] your room 36 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE TINSEL Floyd | Floyd | It is October - you have already accumulated ten months of bad luck. Floyd | No need to carry it round with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "aw" | |
| Johnny says, "I wanted to wear that." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear tinsel" | ||
Floyd ] your room 37 Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR TINSEL Floyd | Floyd | (first taking tinsel) Floyd | It is October - you have already accumulated ten months of bad luck. Floyd | No need to carry it round with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear potato" | ||
Floyd ] your room 38 Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR POTATO Floyd | Floyd | (first taking Darth Vader Mr Potato Head) Floyd | You don't really want to be carrying him round. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Onward?" | |
| Johnny says, "I'm okay with that." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] upstairs landing 39 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | upstairs landing Floyd | The upstairs landing is dimly illuminated from the light in the empty Floyd | room. From here, you can hear a murmur of voices coming from the Floyd | living room downstairs. Floyd | Floyd | To the north is Dave's room, to the west your own. The empty room Floyd | that was Celine's is to the east. There is a flight of stairs leading Floyd | up to John's room and another going down to the ground floor of the Floyd | house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 40 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | dave's room Floyd | Dave's room is little more than a storage space. The bed is just a Floyd | bare mattress and there are boxes of books - mostly yours - piled Floyd | everywhere. Damp socks, and half-finished laundry, strew the floor. Floyd | Floyd | The upstairs landing lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x socks" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 41 Floyd | Floyd | > X SOCKS Floyd | Floyd | Dave's socks are plentiful and, truthfully, not entirely pleasant. Floyd | They are bought in bulk by his parents and are therefore always Floyd | identical, bobbly and embroidered - incongruously - with Ws. You are Floyd | not sure if they are damp because they have recently come out of the Floyd | washing machine or because they desperately need to go in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take socks" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 42 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SOCKS Floyd | Floyd | Even in the extremity of grief, you cannot imagine willingly touching Floyd | Dave's socks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x laundry" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 43 Floyd | Floyd | > X LAUNDRY Floyd | Floyd | Dave's socks are plentiful and, truthfully, not entirely pleasant. Floyd | They are bought in bulk by his parents and are therefore always Floyd | identical, bobbly and embroidered - incongruously - with Ws. You are Floyd | not sure if they are damp because they have recently come out of the Floyd | washing machine or because they desperately need to go in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "bleh" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search laundry" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 44 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH LAUNDRY Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x boxes" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 45 Floyd | Floyd | > X BOXES Floyd | Floyd | You own far more books than can be stuffed onto your shelves - here Floyd | they live in boxes and gather dust. Every now and then you open them Floyd | up and rifle through them and it's like meeting old friends you forgot Floyd | you cared for. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search boxes" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 46 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH BOXES Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "is this a non-inventory game?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rifle" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 46 Floyd | Floyd | > RIFLE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Maybe?" | |
| Johnny says, "We have a lyre." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "oh" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x mattress" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 47 Floyd | Floyd | > X MATTRESS Floyd | Floyd | An uncovered bed really gives a place a transient look. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 48 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a lyre Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 49 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | You plunk disconsolately at the lyre for a bit. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Which we haven't played yet, because I'm afraid." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Oh. Sorry." | ||
| Johnny says, "aaaahhh" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take mattress" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 50 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MATTRESS Floyd | Floyd | You can't really see reason to cart that around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "No, I thought something crazy would happen." | |
| jenrexrode says, "so maybe like only ancient times inventory" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I can." | ||
| Zach arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 51 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | dave's room Floyd | Dave's room is little more than a storage space. The bed is just a Floyd | bare mattress and there are boxes of books - mostly yours - piled Floyd | everywhere. Damp socks, and half-finished laundry, strew the floor. Floyd | Floyd | The upstairs landing lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 52 Floyd | Floyd | > XYZZY Floyd | Floyd | You are eaten by a grue - just kidding. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach says, "Sorry, I have my poke resistant armor on." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "jump on bed" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 52 Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP ON BED Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to jump. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Boo." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "sit on bed" | ||
Floyd ] dave's room 53 Floyd | Floyd | > SIT ON BED Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can sit down on. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "It's supposed to be short, so it might be a little underimplemented." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] upstairs landing 54 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | upstairs landing Floyd | The upstairs landing is dimly illuminated from the light in the empty Floyd | room. From here, you can hear a murmur of voices coming from the Floyd | living room downstairs. Floyd | Floyd | To the north is Dave's room, to the west your own. The empty room Floyd | that was Celine's is to the east. There is a flight of stairs leading Floyd | up to John's room and another going down to the ground floor of the Floyd | house. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "up?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||
Floyd ] upstairs landing 54 Floyd | Floyd | > X LIGHT Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Sure." | |
| Zach says, "I've played this one, but it's good. I'll be interested to see what peoples think" | ||
| mwmiller says, "Capitalization certainly is underimplemented." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] upstairs landing 55 Floyd | Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You pad about halfway up the staircase and then a vague sense of guilt Floyd | assails you ... you probably shouldn't be snooping around in John's Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Lies." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 56 Floyd | Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | There is so much guilt washing about at the moment that violation of Floyd | privacy hardly seems like bothering over and you make your way up the Floyd | stairs to John's room. Floyd | Floyd | John's Room Floyd | John's room occupies the attic spaces. It is a room of peculiar Floyd | geometries. The whole place is a mess at present, and the blinds of Floyd | the skylights are down so that triangular shadows cast themselves Floyd | across the walls. There are no obvious signs of Celine, but why would Floyd | there be? There is the jester's mask she bought John for Christmas Floyd | hanging on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Lying on the floor, in a corner, is a plastic bag Floyd | Floyd | The stairs down will take you back to the upstairs landing. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hahahaha, yes." | |
| Johnny says, "yay" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x mask" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 57 Floyd | Floyd | > X MASK Floyd | Floyd | From last Christmas, you seem to remember, another lifetime. Like all Floyd | Celine's gifts, it came exquisitely wrapped - black and gold, perhaps, Floyd | to match the mask itself. You wonder if Celine's box of wrapping Floyd | paper, ribbons and decorations is still beneath the eaves, or if her Floyd | parents took that too. "Why go to all that trouble for something Floyd | that's just going to be ripped off?" you'd ask. But Celine loved the Floyd | ephemeral. And, so, apparently did you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "an ominous plastic bag!" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take mask" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 58 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MASK Floyd | Floyd | You have no intention of stealing it but you unhook it carefully from Floyd | the wall and, after a moment of hesitation, place it against your Floyd | face. The interior of the mask is cool and smooth, like dead skin. Floyd | You look out at the world from a different face, your peripheral Floyd | vision imprisoned by the edges of the eyeholes. You trace your Floyd | fingers over the painted smile. It strikes you as no less real than Floyd | any other expression you have worn lately and it is with reluctance Floyd | that you return the mask to its place on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | nm | >SAY SOMETHING | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bag" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 59 Floyd | Floyd | > X BAG Floyd | Floyd | It is a weirdly bulbous shape. The handles are knotted together so it Floyd | looks as if the bag has bunny ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open bag" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 60 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN BAG Floyd | Floyd | You undo the tight knots with difficulty and look inside, already Floyd | knowing what you'll find. The contents gleam silver like pirate Floyd | treasure - the empty packets of Celine's medication you found on the Floyd | floor of her bedroom the night she disappeared. It is not the first Floyd | time you have asked yourself if you should have insisted on taking it Floyd | with you to the hospital, but it is not a question you dare ask Floyd | yourself too often. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search medication" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 61 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH MEDICATION Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x packets" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 62 Floyd | Floyd | > X PACKETS Floyd | Floyd | Diazepam ... fluoxetine ... aripiprazole ... the names fly past you, Floyd | tangling your tongue up in a merciless succession of rarely used Floyd | letters. Most of the packets are empty but not all. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh my." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take packets" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 63 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PACKETS Floyd | Floyd | You rifle through the packets and eventually find one that isn't Floyd | gutted. You pop a couple of pills from their foil cocoon ... although Floyd | they represent a peculiar form of memorabilia to say the least. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 64 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | some pills Floyd | a lyre Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x pills" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 65 Floyd | Floyd | > X PILLS Floyd | Floyd | (the pills) Floyd | Smallish, off-white, round, innocuous, except not. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, good." | |
| mwmiller says, "Tangling our tongue just from *reading* them? That takes talent." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 66 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | John's Room Floyd | John's room occupies the attic spaces. It is a room of peculiar Floyd | geometries. The whole place is a mess at present, and the blinds of Floyd | the skylights are down so that triangular shadows cast themselves Floyd | across the walls. There are no obvious signs of Celine, but why would Floyd | there be? There is the jester's mask she bought John for Christmas Floyd | hanging on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Lying on the floor, in a corner, is a plastic bag Floyd | Floyd | The stairs down will take you back to the upstairs landing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open blinds" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 67 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN BLINDS Floyd | Floyd | You stand beneath the skylight and draw up the blinds. From this Floyd | peculiar angle you can see nothing but sloping roofs and an expanse of Floyd | endless sky. Light as bright as orange juice pours down from the Floyd | setting sun but it is not warm. After a moment or two, you let the Floyd | blinds fall back into place. You don't want John to know you were Floyd | messing about in his room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x shadows" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 68 Floyd | Floyd | > X SHADOWS Floyd | Floyd | They form strange shapes and gather up in corners like they are Floyd | plotting something. It is very Lovecraftian, which John would Floyd | probably appreciate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "appreciate shadows" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 68 Floyd | Floyd | > APPRECIATE SHADOWS Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 69 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | Strange notes fall from the strings of the lyre, not discordant but Floyd | you can't describe it. And you aren't quite sure you like the music. Floyd | It tastes like lemon juice in your mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "g" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 70 Floyd | Floyd | > G Floyd | Floyd | You don't really feel like playing more. The inside of your mouth Floyd | feels sour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "spit" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 70 Floyd | Floyd | > SPIT Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat lyre" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 71 Floyd | Floyd | > EAT LYRE Floyd | Floyd | That's plainly inedible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 71 Floyd | Floyd | > DANCE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Downstairs?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 72 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | John's Room Floyd | John's room occupies the attic spaces. It is a room of peculiar Floyd | geometries. The whole place is a mess at present, and the blinds of Floyd | the skylights are down so that triangular shadows cast themselves Floyd | across the walls. There are no obvious signs of Celine, but why would Floyd | there be? There is the jester's mask she bought John for Christmas Floyd | hanging on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | Lying on the floor, in a corner, is a plastic bag Floyd | Floyd | The stairs down will take you back to the upstairs landing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 73 Floyd | Floyd | > SING Floyd | Floyd | Your singing is abominable. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny pokes someone at random. | |
| mwmiller says, "Ow." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 74 Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL Floyd | Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 75 Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "take mask" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 76 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MASK Floyd | Floyd | Better not keep indulging yourself with painted fancies. Besides, it Floyd | belongs to John and you shouldn't really be fiddling with it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "take mask" | ||
Floyd ] John's Room 77 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE MASK Floyd | Floyd | Better not keep indulging yourself with painted fancies. Besides, it Floyd | belongs to John and you shouldn't really be fiddling with it. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Down?" | |
| mwmiller says, "Okay, FINE." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Not yours!" | ||
| Johnny says, "Yesss." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] upstairs landing 78 Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | upstairs landing Floyd | The upstairs landing is dimly illuminated from the light in the empty Floyd | room. From here, you can hear a murmur of voices coming from the Floyd | living room downstairs. Floyd | Floyd | To the north is Dave's room, to the west your own. The empty room Floyd | that was Celine's is to the east. There is a flight of stairs leading Floyd | up to John's room and another going down to the ground floor of the Floyd | house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 79 Floyd | Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | downstairs hall Floyd | Winter light lies in anaemic strips upon the floor from where it has Floyd | fallen through the glass panels in the front door. There is an awful Floyd | painting hanging on the wall. The murmuring voices are more of a Floyd | babble now; too many over-lapping conversations create an alien, Floyd | baboonish gibberish. Floyd | Floyd | The outside world lurks to the west and the living room to the north. Floyd | Or you could always just retreat upstairs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "gibber" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 79 Floyd | Floyd | > GIBBER Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 80 Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | There are too many voices for you to be able to make out much of any Floyd | conversation. Besides, eavesdropping is the most foolish of vices. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x painting" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 81 Floyd | Floyd | > X PAINTING Floyd | Floyd | You painted this - in the loosest sense of the word - when you were Floyd | about eighteen and nurturing an over-inflated sense of your own Floyd | creativity. It is a black canvas with a heavily textured shape of Floyd | reddish swirls in the middle and a speckling of white stars in one Floyd | corner. Sometimes it looks like a wound, sometimes like a freshly Floyd | forming galaxy. Your last housemate thought it was something obsence. Floyd | So much for your aristic soul. Ho hum. So much for your artistic Floyd | soul. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x panels" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 81 Floyd | Floyd | > X PANELS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x strips" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 81 Floyd | Floyd | > X STRIPS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "North?" | |
| Johnny says, "Anywhere." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] living room 82 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | living room Floyd | There are lots of people gathered in the living room. Stepping inside Floyd | unfortunately catches the attention of the one you like least. Laurie Floyd | clatters towards you and, before you can do anything to save yourself, Floyd | captures you in a hug you feel vaguely socially obligated to endure. Floyd | You hold yourself as rigid as a blade until she goes away again. The Floyd | rush of hatred you feel towards her is positively intoxicating. Floyd | Floyd | There are so many people here. Have they come to ... what? Stare at Floyd | the bereft? Why? Is this how other people grieve? En masse? Floyd | Floyd | Your housemate John is sitting cross-legged on the floor at the end of Floyd | the coffee table, frowning over a game of a Go. His opponent, Twitch, Floyd | sits opposite and appears much more laid-back about the whole Floyd | business. Rick is slumped on the sofa, a bottle of port at his elbow; Floyd | Elsie is sitting next to him, apparently watching the game. Jess is Floyd | huddled in a cloak on the other sofa, Adrian beside her, looking Floyd | almost as uncomfortable as you probably do. As for Laurie, she's Floyd | leaning against the fireplace, and wearing an expression of infinite Floyd | suffering like she's living her own little Victorian melodrama. Floyd | Floyd | And finally, in the far corner of the room by the open door to the Floyd | kitchen, like a person in its own right, is the last piece of Floyd | household furniture you bought in consultation with Celine: a wrought Floyd | iron coat stand. So nouveau-gothic darling. Floyd | Floyd | Your escape routes are east into the kitchen or south into the hall Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ok, we have Laurie, John, Twitch, Rick, Elsie, Jess and Adrian." | |
| Johnny says, "Well, hello strangers." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||
Floyd ] living room 82 Floyd | Floyd | > X TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x coffee table" | ||
Floyd ] living room 82 Floyd | Floyd | > X COFFEE TABLE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x go" | ||
Floyd ] living room 82 Floyd | Floyd | > X GO Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x stand" | ||
Floyd ] living room 83 Floyd | Floyd | > X STAND Floyd | Floyd | You seem to own far more coats than four people living in a house Floyd | could possibly need or want. The metal of the coatstand is almost Floyd | entirely obscured beneath fabric. One of your own coats is just Floyd | visible. There are two identical big brown dusters belonging to Dave. Floyd | Celine's slightly shabby, soft velvet jacket. A zebra-striped hoodie Floyd | of John's. His big military coat with the golden buttons. More Floyd | beneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take coat" | ||
Floyd ] living room 84 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE COAT Floyd | Floyd | You unhook your coat with difficulty from the coatstand, nearly Floyd | over-toppling the whole teetering structure. Folding it over your Floyd | arm, you can feel the edge of something caught in the lining. Floyd | Floyd | Twitch steeples his fingers as he ponders the board in front of him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x lining" | ||
Floyd ] living room 84 Floyd | Floyd | > X LINING Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "feel lininig" | ||
Floyd ] living room 84 Floyd | Floyd | > FEEL LININIG Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "feel lining" | ||
Floyd ] living room 84 Floyd | Floyd | > FEEL LINING Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search coat" | ||
Floyd ] living room 85 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH COAT Floyd | Floyd | Digging through your pockets, your fingers catch the edge of something Floyd | that has fallen down into the depths of the lining. After an Floyd | impressive display of digital dexterity, you fish out a 50p coin. Floyd | Floyd | Someone makes a desultory remark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "respond with 'your mom'" | ||
Floyd ] living room 85
Floyd |
Floyd | > RESPOND WITH 'YOUR MOM'
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x coin" | ||
Floyd ] living room 86 Floyd | Floyd | > X COIN Floyd | Floyd | This is exactly what it looks like, except it is relatively freshly Floyd | minted and has a brightness to it that would have delighted you when Floyd | you were a small child. Floyd | Floyd | Twitch steeples his fingers as he ponders the board in front of him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "bite coin" | ||
Floyd ] living room 86 Floyd | Floyd | > BITE COIN Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x duster" | ||
Floyd ] living room 86 Floyd | Floyd | > X DUSTER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "flip coin" | ||
Floyd ] living room 86 Floyd | Floyd | > FLIP COIN Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x dave's coat" | ||
Floyd ] living room 86
Floyd |
Floyd | > X DAVE'S COAT
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x game" | ||
Floyd ] living room 86 Floyd | Floyd | > X GAME Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x john" | ||
Floyd ] living room 87 Floyd | Floyd | > X JOHN Floyd | Floyd | You remember the first time you invited John and Celine to come to Floyd | dinner. You can see them now on the doorstep, John slightly behind, Floyd | handsome and distinguished in a military-style coat with gold buttons Floyd | and braiding, Celine, in black just like always, holding out to you a Floyd | hand-tied bouquet of flowers the colour of her lipstick, and smiling. Floyd | Floyd | Somebody asks the Rick the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "The Rick." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hug laurie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 88 Floyd | Floyd | > HUG LAURIE Floyd | Floyd | Keep your mind on the game. Floyd | Floyd | Jess and Adrian converse in soft whispers. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "She started it." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x laurie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 89 Floyd | Floyd | > X LAURIE Floyd | Floyd | Laurie is small and pretty, pale with apparent grief, and you despise Floyd | her. She's only here because she's dating Twitch (although they are Floyd | both fucking other people) and she must have met Celine all of twice. Floyd | You suspect she is enjoying the enactment of tragedy. Floyd | Floyd | Laurie stands behind Twitch, combing her fingers through his lightly Floyd | curling hair. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Maybe he's like The Stig, and always seen in uniform and helmet." | |
| Johnny says, "flip over go board" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Ha" | ||
| mwmiller says, "We're kind of a selfish jerk in this game, aren't we." | ||
| Johnny says, "We're in grief." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x twitch" | ||
Floyd ] living room 90 Floyd | Floyd | > X TWITCH Floyd | Floyd | You only know Twitch by reputation. He is an old school friend of Floyd | Celine's and your paths have never crossed. He looks like the Floyd | clinically depressed stoner he is, which is not devoid of a certain Floyd | glamour. He has restless fingers and idle eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Jess leans over and makes a show of being of interested in the Floyd | progress of the game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x jess" | ||
Floyd ] living room 91 Floyd | Floyd | > X JESS Floyd | Floyd | You cannot look at Jess at the moment without remembering the drive Floyd | the hospital, stars streaking overhead, the slow drip-drip-drip of Floyd | time in the waiting room, and the hushed, awkward solemnity of a brief Floyd | bedside visitation. Floyd | Floyd | Jess shifts on the sofa, sinking a little further into her jumper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x rick" | ||
Floyd ] living room 92 Floyd | Floyd | > X RICK Floyd | Floyd | Rick is a man not suited to inaction. On the sofa like this, he looks Floyd | like a pile of himself. The port he is drinking is surely of Floyd | excellent quality but it seems to afford him little pleasure at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | Somebody asks the Rick the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x elsie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 93 Floyd | Floyd | > X ELSIE Floyd | Floyd | You don't know Elsie very well, but this mainly because there is not Floyd | much overlap between your lives bar some friends in common. She has Floyd | always struck you as a terribly nice person. Floyd | Floyd | Someone makes a desultory remark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x adrian" | ||
Floyd ] living room 94 Floyd | Floyd | > X ADRIAN Floyd | Floyd | You find a flickering of kindred in Adrian's glance. You are sure he Floyd | finds this gathering almost as unendurable as you do. Floyd | Floyd | Jess and Adrian converse in soft whispers. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "I think that's everyone?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "None of the items seem to be described." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take all coats" | ||
Floyd ] living room 94 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE ALL COATS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Not the most important character." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x coats" | ||
Floyd ] living room 94 Floyd | Floyd | > X COATS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x port" | ||
Floyd ] living room 94 Floyd | Floyd | > X PORT Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Okay, nvm." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Maybe in the kitchen." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "find lemons" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "smell john" | ||
Floyd ] living room 95 Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL JOHN Floyd | Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | Twitch steeples his fingers as he ponders the board in front of him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "smell coat" | ||
Floyd ] living room 96 Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL COAT Floyd | Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | Elsie smiles at you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "smile" | ||
Floyd ] living room 96 Floyd | Floyd | > SMILE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "what do I expect john to smell like?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "heh" | ||
| Johnny asks, "Like a coat?" | ||
| Johnny says, "Kitchen's cool, I guess." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd ] living room 97 Floyd | Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | Rick opens a new bottle of port. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "But we'll have to talk eventually, and when we do, we'll have to explain the lemony scent." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to john" | ||
Floyd ] living room 98 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JOHN Floyd | Floyd | "How's the game going," you ask. There is a pause as John considers. Floyd | "I'm losing," he concludes finally. "Oh," you say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to laurie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 99 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO LAURIE Floyd | Floyd | God no. You don't want to support her delusion that she has any place Floyd | here. If you tried to talk to her, you might have to kill her. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to twitch" | ||
Floyd ] living room 100 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO TWITCH Floyd | Floyd | Like most comprehensively broken people there is a touch of the Floyd | rockstar about Twitch, and he wears it well. You are conscious of an Floyd | uncomfortable intermingling of attraction and disdain, and that makes Floyd | you rather shy of talking to him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to elsie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 101 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ELSIE Floyd | Floyd | "Would you like a cup of a tea?" asks Elsie, the moment you step into Floyd | her visual range. You shake your head and thank her. Elsie is a Floyd | perpetual tea-maker. It might annoy you in somebody else but Elsie's Floyd | tea is the sincerest tea you have ever drunk. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Yes, I do." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to rick" | ||
Floyd ] living room 102 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO RICK Floyd | Floyd | "Care for some port, m'dear?" offers Rick, with a valiant semblance of Floyd | his usual bonhommie. "It's a very fine old tawny." You don't doubt Floyd | it but you aren't sure inebriation would be the best addition to your Floyd | mood right now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask rick the time" | ||
Floyd ] living room 102 Floyd | Floyd | > ASK RICK THE TIME Floyd | Floyd | (To communicate in Eurydice, TALK TO a character.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to adrian" | ||
Floyd ] living room 103 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ADRIAN Floyd | Floyd | Under different circumstances you would actually quite like to talk to Floyd | Adrian. Maybe you are deluding yourself with suspicions of kinship Floyd | but you can more readily imagine yourself saying something that feels Floyd | true to him than anyone else. But how can you speak of anything in Floyd | this company, at this time. Better not to talk to him at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to jess" | ||
Floyd ] living room 104 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JESS Floyd | Floyd | You wonder what to say to Jess but her ways are not your ways and Floyd | despite mutual affection there are times when your differences seem Floyd | less like intriguing points of interest upon the tourist map of your Floyd | psyches than insurmountable barriers to understanding or accord. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to me" | ||
Floyd ] living room 105 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ME Floyd | Floyd | You soliloquise, because you're a bit of an arse: Floyd | Full fathom five thy father lies; Floyd | Of his bones are coral made; Floyd | Those are pearls that were his eyes; Floyd | Nothing of him that does fade, Floyd | But doth suffer a sea-change Floyd | Into something rich and strange. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | ||
Floyd ] living room 105 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CELINE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Aw, they missed an awesome opportunity." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to me" | ||
Floyd ] living room 106 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ME Floyd | Floyd | You soliloquise, because you're a bit of an arse: Floyd | Full fathom five thy father lies; Floyd | Of his bones are coral made; Floyd | Those are pearls that were his eyes; Floyd | Nothing of him that does fade, Floyd | But doth suffer a sea-change Floyd | Into something rich and strange. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Was hoping it might change." | |
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Kitchen?" | ||
| mwmiller says, "Sure." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] living room 107 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | living room Floyd | The extensive living / dining area was one of the features that drew Floyd | you all to this house when you were looking for places to rent. That Floyd | and - despite the fact none of you have been able to bring yourself to Floyd | do anything as prosaic as cleaning for days - the fact it's not an Floyd | abject shit hole like most of places on offer when you were doing the Floyd | rounds. Floyd | Floyd | Currently, it's all cluttered with people. Your housemate John is Floyd | sitting cross-legged on the floor at the end of the coffee table, Floyd | frowning over a game of a Go. His opponent, Twitch, sits opposite and Floyd | appears much more laid-back about the whole business. Rick is slumped Floyd | on the sofa, a bottle of port at his elbow; Elsie is sitting next to Floyd | him, apparently watching the game. Jess is huddled in a cloak on the Floyd | other sofa, Adrian beside her, looking almost as uncomfortable as you Floyd | feel. As for Laurie (fucking Laurie), she's leaning against the Floyd | fireplace, and wearing an expression of infinite suffering like she's Floyd | living her own little Victorian melodrama Floyd | Floyd | The coat stand is still in its corner, looming like an unexpected Floyd | guest. Floyd | Floyd | Your escape routes are east into the kitchen, or south into the hall. Floyd | Floyd | Laurie paces back and forth in front of the fireplace, her fuck-me Floyd | boot heels clomping on the wooden floor - clearly she is not garnering Floyd | enough attention to feel comfortable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | mwmiller says, "Maybe we can bang pots and pans semi-constructively." | |
Floyd ] kitchen 108 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | You remember long, sun-drenched afternoons in here with Celine, baking Floyd | and talking, filling up the kitchen with laughter, the scent of sweet Floyd | things cooking and occasionally smoke and the smell of stuff you've Floyd | burned to a crisp. The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for a rented Floyd | house. It has faux-granite counter tops and matching tiling, and Floyd | fitted cupboards in shades of coffee and cream. It would be a Floyd | pleasure to cook in such a kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Scattered across the worksurface nearest the hob is an array of Floyd | cooking utensils, onion skins and pepper cores, including the wooden Floyd | knifeblock you bought for a tenner in Boswells during a sale. Floyd | Floyd | Vera and Tilda (plants, not people, and therefore bearable) are on Floyd | the little round kitchen table. Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is by the hob, stirring a pan of pasta. Floyd | Floyd | The back door leads into the back garden to the north, and, if you're Floyd | feeling particularly brave (or masochistic), the living room is to the Floyd | west Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x vera" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 109 Floyd | Floyd | > X VERA Floyd | Floyd | Vera-the-Aloe is an aloe vera plant, hence the name. You christened Floyd | her in an excess of cleverness. Celine grew her from a tiny shoot Floyd | Her soil is dry, and her long leaves are droopy, fraying brown at the Floyd | ends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x tilda" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 110 Floyd | Floyd | > X TILDA Floyd | Floyd | Tilda is also a plant, although you've forgotten what kind. You named Floyd | her Tilda after Tilda Swinton because she is a very beautifully Floyd | androgynous plant. She has green leaves, shiny as wax, and generous, Floyd | open-mouthed flowers with immensely long, lascivious stamen. Celine Floyd | also bought and nurtured Tilda. She seems to be fine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat vera" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 111 Floyd | Floyd | > EAT VERA Floyd | Floyd | (first taking Vera) Floyd | You're not massively keen on the idea of wandering around with a Floyd | houseplant under your arm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat tilda" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 112 Floyd | Floyd | > EAT TILDA Floyd | Floyd | (first taking Tilda) Floyd | You're not massively keen on the idea of wandering around with a Floyd | houseplant under your arm. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I guess we should water vera." | |
| Zach says, "Interesting, we didn't try talking to ourselves." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Try all the things :D" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Speaking of which.." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to vera" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 113 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO VERA Floyd | Floyd | Um, it's a plant, remember? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to tilda" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 114 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO TILDA Floyd | Floyd | Um, it's a plant, remember? Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Natalie is not a plant." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 115 Floyd | Floyd | > X NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Oh hell, you'd entirely forgotten Natalie was here. She's come up Floyd | from London for you, especially for you ... to be with you now in your Floyd | time of need. You know you ought to feel gratitude but you can't seem Floyd | to muster any. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Unless, shocker, oh nope." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 116 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Natalie comes over and hugs you. She is no Laurie but you find Floyd | touching people, and being touched, difficult at the moment. The Floyd | world waits for you, or possibly recedes from you, behind a pane of Floyd | glass, visible but inaccessible. Somebody breaching it is a dull kind Floyd | of ache. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hug natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 117 Floyd | Floyd | > HUG NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Keep your mind on the game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "love natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 117 Floyd | Floyd | > LOVE NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "feel gratitude" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 117 Floyd | Floyd | > FEEL GRATITUDE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "thank natalie" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "thank natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 117 Floyd | Floyd | > THANK NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x pan" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 118 Floyd | Floyd | > X PAN Floyd | Floyd | It looks ... like human intenstines flobbing around in simmering Floyd | water. You can't remember the last time you felt hungry. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "No kidding." | |
| Johnny says, "blugh" | ||
| Johnny asks, "Wait, what pasta looks like intestines?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x knifeblock" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 119 Floyd | Floyd | > X KNIFEBLOCK Floyd | Floyd | Currently it contains only one knife. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "taste pasta" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 120 Floyd | Floyd | > TASTE PASTA Floyd | Floyd | You taste nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take knife" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 121 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | You draw the knife from the knife block, earning yourself a worried Floyd | look from Natalie. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x knife" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 122 Floyd | Floyd | > X KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | A cleaver-style knife, still relatively sharp despite your ineptitude Floyd | with a sharpening stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 123 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | Natalie looks at the lyre, and then at you, rather curiously as you Floyd | pluck the strings at random. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "> charm natalie" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut me" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 124 Floyd | Floyd | > CUT ME Floyd | Floyd | Self-harming in front of Natalie would be juvenile and ridiculous. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "The pasta must've gotten rid of the lemon taste." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "........." | ||
| mwmiller says, "Anywhere else, it'd be just fine." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 125 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for a rented house. It has Floyd | faux-granite counter tops and matching tiling, and fitted cupboards in Floyd | shades of coffee and cream. It would be a pleasure to cook in such a Floyd | kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Scattered across the worksurface nearest the hob is an array of Floyd | cooking utensils, onion skins and pepper cores, including the wooden Floyd | knifeblock you bought for a tenner in Boswells during a sale. Floyd | Floyd | Vera and Tilda (plants, not people, and therefore bearable) are on the Floyd | little round kitchen table. Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is by the hob, stirring a pan of pasta. Floyd | Floyd | The back door leads into the back garden to the north, and, if you're Floyd | feeling particularly brave (or masochistic), the living room is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take pan" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 126 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE PAN Floyd | Floyd | You can't really see reason to cart that around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x hob" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 126 Floyd | Floyd | > X HOB Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl | The top cooking surface on a stove | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "For anyone else who had no idea." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 127 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | You can't really see reason to cart that around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 128 Floyd | Floyd | > KISS NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Keep your mind on the game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play knife" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 129 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | That would make you feel very silly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 130 Floyd | Floyd | > CUT NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Random acts of violence are probably unnecessary. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Garden?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 131 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for a rented house. It has Floyd | faux-granite counter tops and matching tiling, and fitted cupboards in Floyd | shades of coffee and cream. It would be a pleasure to cook in such a Floyd | kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Scattered across the worksurface nearest the hob is an array of Floyd | cooking utensils, onion skins and pepper cores, including the wooden Floyd | knifeblock you bought for a tenner in Boswells during a sale. Floyd | Floyd | Vera and Tilda (plants, not people, and therefore bearable) are on the Floyd | little round kitchen table. Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is by the hob, stirring a pan of pasta. Floyd | Floyd | The back door leads into the back garden to the north, and, if you're Floyd | feeling particularly brave (or masochistic), the living room is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "so, no lemona" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cupboards" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 132 Floyd | Floyd | > X CUPBOARDS Floyd | Floyd | They're just household cupboards, banal, ordinary cupboards, filled Floyd | with banal, ordinary things, some of which belonged to Celine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 133 Floyd | Floyd | > SMELL Floyd | Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x counter" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 133 Floyd | Floyd | > X COUNTER Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 134 Floyd | Floyd | > EAT NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | (first taking Natalie) Floyd | You can't really see reason to cart that around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I really dislike that rule." | |
| mwmiller asks, "Calling people 'that'?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "No, that eating requires taking." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "So you don't get a nice response to things, you just get "you can't pick that up"." | ||
| mwmiller says, "It usually does, unless you're using a feedbag." | ||
| genericgeekgirl D | ||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Anyway. Garden?" | ||
| Johnny says, "Garden." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 135 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | back garden Floyd | The back garden is really little more than a lawn-gone-wild and a Floyd | weedy patio. The sky is a cool grey curtain backlit by the weak sun. Floyd | The chill air bites at your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can get back into the house to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x patio" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 136 Floyd | Floyd | > X PATIO Floyd | Floyd | Yellowing stone, green weeds, a maze of cracks and encroachment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cracks" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 136 Floyd | Floyd | > X CRACKS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x weeds" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 136 Floyd | Floyd | > X WEEDS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x lawn" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 137 Floyd | Floyd | > X LAWN Floyd | Floyd | The blades are tipped by an unhealthy yellow and sway indolently in Floyd | the slight breeze. As you watch, a violent ripple of motion seizes Floyd | the stalks and whips them back and forth. At first you think it must Floyd | be the wind but then you see a blur of a new green in the grass and a Floyd | snake slithers onto the patio. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x lawn" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 138 Floyd | Floyd | > X LAWN Floyd | Floyd | The blades are tipped by an unhealthy yellow and sway indolently in Floyd | the slight breeze. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 139 Floyd | Floyd | > X SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | You would not have thought there were such snakes in England. It is a Floyd | strong, sinuous creature, dappled in black diamonds like a snake on a Floyd | Snakes And Ladders board. It has hateful yellow eyes, as blank as Floyd | pieces of glass. You are not by nature inclined towards Floyd | anthropomorphisation but there is something both directed and Floyd | malignant in its gaze. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Yay" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 140 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Even assuming you could catch it, it looks like it might be poisonous. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Hello, snake." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 141 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Unsurprisingly, you have nothing to say to it. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller asks, "'Hissssssssssss.' Is that so hard?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x sun" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 141 Floyd | Floyd | > X SUN Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 142 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | A sudden surety takes possession of your fingers and they dance Floyd | seemingly of their accord across the lyre strings as if they find them Floyd | familiar. Music floats across the still evening air, honey-sweet and Floyd | sad. You play to the neglected grass and the uncharted sky, to the Floyd | inconstant breeze and the fading light. Even the snake lifts its Floyd | head, and sways entranced. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "yay" | |
| Johnny says, "Oh sure, we can't dance, but our fingers can." | ||
| Johnny says, "And the snake." | ||
| mwmiller says, "At least the snake appreciates us! SOB." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 143 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Even assuming you could catch it, it looks like it might be poisonous. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hmpf" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 144 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Unsurprisingly, you have nothing to say to it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 145 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | You are reluctant to touch the lyre again so soon, in case you dispel Floyd | your own song by remembered incompetence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "hug snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 146 Floyd | Floyd | > HUG SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Keep your mind on the game. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "cut it" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 147 Floyd | Floyd | > CUT SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Random acts of violence are probably unnecessary. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "That's not nice." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "*probably*" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Hm." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut snake with knife" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 148 Floyd | Floyd | > CUT SNAKE WITH KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 149 Floyd | Floyd | > X SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | The snake has risen up from its coil, its eyes wide as its head moves Floyd | back and forth in the thrall of the music from your lyre. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Weird." | |
| jenrexrode says, "bah, it's an evil snake, asking for violence" | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "touch snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 150 Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Keep your hands to yourself! Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "i was" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut me" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 151 Floyd | Floyd | > CUT ME Floyd | Floyd | You toy with the idea of dragging the knife across your arm. You are Floyd | really too old for these adolescent theatrics but for a few moments Floyd | there is actually something like pleasure in the contemplation of neat Floyd | parallel lines, slowly filling up red. If nothing else would be Floyd | something to feel. Floyd | You tell yourself again that you shouldn't be acting out like a Floyd | teenager. The edge of the blade is cool. You remember Celine's arms, Floyd | covered from shoulder to wrist, in long white scars, the skin creased Floyd | like the folds of an accordion. They were not ugly, but it was Floyd | difficult to see such violence and pain enacted by choice upon her own Floyd | bodyOh why the hell not. You push your sleeve right back and very Floyd | calmly cut yourself. There is that split-second of anxiety before the Floyd | blade touches you for the first time, as if your very nature recoils Floyd | from what you are about to do, but the motion is almost gentle. The Floyd | next three cuts come in a frenzy. The pain - bright and clean - hits Floyd | only after you see the blood. A familiar giddiness washes over you Floyd | after and you feel an artificial ease, as if something wound too tight Floyd | inside you has finally given way. When the endorphins fade away, you Floyd | hear a rustle and the snake disappears into the grassThat's more than Floyd | enough of that. In the aftermath, although you feel vaguely better, Floyd | you also feel vaguely embarrassed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 150 Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | back garden Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Christ." | |
| Zach says, "Woah" | ||
| mwmiller says, "We scared the snake away. :(" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 151 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | back garden Floyd | The back garden is really little more than a lawn-gone-wild and a Floyd | weedy patio. The sky is a cool grey curtain backlit by the weak sun. Floyd | The chill air bites at your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can get back into the house to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A snake, still as stone, has partially emerged from the long grass. Floyd | It seems to be watching you. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Snake doesnt like emo kids." | |
| mwmiller asks, "Well, what else is there to do? Go back in, see if it follows?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 152 Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 153 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for a rented house. It has Floyd | faux-granite counter tops and matching tiling, and fitted cupboards in Floyd | shades of coffee and cream. It would be a pleasure to cook in such a Floyd | kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Scattered across the worksurface nearest the hob is an array of Floyd | cooking utensils, onion skins and pepper cores, including the wooden Floyd | knifeblock you bought for a tenner in Boswells during a sale. Floyd | Floyd | Vera and Tilda (plants, not people, and therefore bearable) are on the Floyd | little round kitchen table. Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is by the hob, stirring a pan of pasta. Floyd | Floyd | The back door leads into the back garden to the north, and, if you're Floyd | feeling particularly brave (or masochistic), the living room is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Didn't seem to" | |
| mwmiller says, "Mmmmmnope. Oh well." | ||
| Johnny says, "Well, the lawn is evidently not emo, so clearly it's the snakes best friend." | ||
| Johnny says, "+'" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 154 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | "How are you doing, hon?" she asks, all warmth and sympathy. You Floyd | suspect "doing" is a polite way of saying "coping". "I'm fine," you Floyd | lie. And, then, because it's so obvious a lie: "It's hard, of Floyd | course." "Yeah." Natalie gazes you at with an expression that is Floyd | starting to become familiar - why do people always look at the Floyd | bereaved that way? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 155 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | "I'm nearly done with the pasta," says Natalie, "so at least this way Floyd | I'll know you're eating." You mumble your thanks, inevitably sounding Floyd | ungracious. You feel monstrous, caged behind your glass, snapping at Floyd | proffered kindness, howling at a heedless sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 156 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Seeing you lingering in this awkward, Natalie stops stirring and Floyd | smiles at you encouragingly. "I'm here for you," she says. "Do you Floyd | want to talk?" You have to bite back sarastic things you don't mean. Floyd | So you keep smiling and shake your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 157 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Seeing you lingering in this awkward, Natalie stops stirring and Floyd | smiles at you encouragingly. "I'm here for you," she says. "Do you Floyd | want to talk?" You have to bite back sarastic things you don't mean. Floyd | So you keep smiling and shake your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 158 Floyd | Floyd | > JUMP Floyd | Floyd | You jump on the spot, fruitlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Did we play the lyre in the living room?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 159 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You had better not wander around the house carrying a cleaver. For a Floyd | start, you could fall over and accidentally stab yourself, which would Floyd | be embarrassing. But also it could make the people in the living room Floyd | - who are technically your guests - feel uncomfortable Floyd | > | Johnny says, "If nothing else, it'd be nice to make everyone as uncomfortable as we are." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop knife" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 160 Floyd | Floyd | > DROP KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | You slide the knife back into the knifeblock. Natalie looks relieved Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] living room 161 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | living room Floyd | The extensive living / dining area was one of the features that drew Floyd | you all to this house when you were looking for places to rent. That Floyd | and - despite the fact none of you have been able to bring yourself to Floyd | do anything as prosaic as cleaning for days - the fact it's not an Floyd | abject shit hole like most of places on offer when you were doing the Floyd | rounds. Floyd | Floyd | Currently, it's all cluttered with people. Your housemate John is Floyd | sitting cross-legged on the floor at the end of the coffee table, Floyd | frowning over a game of a Go. His opponent, Twitch, sits opposite and Floyd | appears much more laid-back about the whole business. Rick is slumped Floyd | on the sofa, a bottle of port at his elbow; Elsie is sitting next to Floyd | him, apparently watching the game. Jess is huddled in a cloak on the Floyd | other sofa, Adrian beside her, looking almost as uncomfortable as you Floyd | feel. As for Laurie (fucking Laurie), she's leaning against the Floyd | fireplace, and wearing an expression of infinite suffering like she's Floyd | living her own little Victorian melodrama Floyd | Floyd | The coat stand is still in its corner, looming like an unexpected Floyd | guest. Floyd | Floyd | Your escape routes are east into the kitchen, or south into the hall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] living room 162 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | The few discordant notes you manage to strike garner you a collection Floyd | of odd looks, both sympathetic and less sympathetic, and it occurs to Floyd | you that you're behaving rather strangely. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "WE ARE GRIEVING" | |
| Johnny says, "In our own way." | ||
| mwmiller exclaims, "Walking around with a lyre is fine, but *playing* it is something else again!" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to john" | ||
Floyd ] living room 163 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JOHN Floyd | Floyd | "How are you doing?" you ask, since it is the officially sanctioned Floyd | question at a time like this. "Still losing," he says. You didn't Floyd | mean the game, and you're pretty sure John didn't either but it's Floyd | probably better this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to elsie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 164 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ELSIE Floyd | Floyd | "How are you doing?" you both say, at exactly the same time and with Floyd | exactly the same intonation. You smile awkwardly at each other. "I'm Floyd | okay," you say into the pause that follows. "I don't think I am," Floyd | says Elsie, shyly. Her honesty ripples through the room like a stone Floyd | dropped into a fetid pond. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to elsie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 165 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ELSIE Floyd | Floyd | You feel obliged to click into comforting mode. It is not that you Floyd | don't want to comfort Elsie, it's just you're afraid that all your Floyd | words are lies. "I have to believe that it's a choice she made," you Floyd | say. "She was so unhappy, you can understand why she did it." But Floyd | you don't. You don't. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to elsie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 166 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ELSIE Floyd | Floyd | Elsie nods. You wonder if her faith makes this even harder for her. Floyd | You want to ask about it, but what can you say? "So do you think Floyd | Celine has gone to Hell for what she did?" Maybe not. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to elsie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 167 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ELSIE Floyd | Floyd | Neither of you really dare say anything else. It's too delicate a Floyd | balance to maintain, between honesty and lies, compassion and cruelty. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Mmmmmyeah." | |
| jenrexrode asks, "so talk to each until it goes sideways?" | ||
| Johnny says (to jen), "Sounds good!" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to twitch" | ||
Floyd ] living room 168 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO TWITCH Floyd | Floyd | "Is that a lyre" asks Twitch, unexpectedly. You look at the lyre, Floyd | surprised to find yourself carrying it even though you already knew Floyd | you were. "Yes," is the only reply you are capable of forming at the Floyd | moment. There is a pause. Twitch nods with the sort of profound Floyd | understanding only displayed by the stoned. "Cool," he says. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "ha ha" | |
| mwmiller says, "Cool, daddy-o." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to twitch" | ||
Floyd ] living room 169 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO TWITCH Floyd | Floyd | You really have no idea what to say to him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to john" | ||
Floyd ] living room 170 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JOHN Floyd | Floyd | "Why on earth are you playing Go?" you ask. John shrugs. Floyd | "Distraction is good," he says, finally. "Surely you can do better Floyd | than Go?" you say, striving for a levity that goes down about as well Floyd | as cyanide. John just shrugs again, Swedish and withdrawn. "Why Floyd | not?" offers Twitch, who presumably brought the board with him and you Floyd | cannot really think, or be bothered to think, of an answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to john" | ||
Floyd ] living room 171 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JOHN Floyd | Floyd | You decide to leave him to the game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to laurie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 172 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO LAURIE Floyd | Floyd | God no. You don't want to support her delusion that she has any place Floyd | here. If you tried to talk to her, you might have to kill her. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to jess" | ||
Floyd ] living room 173 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JESS Floyd | Floyd | You know that Jess is grieving much as you are grieving but she has Floyd | tangled it up in a need to support others, and - you think - to be Floyd | seen to be supporting others. She wants people to at look her and say Floyd | to themselves "she's so brave" and then she can believe it for Floyd | herself. But you don't want to be supported, you don't want to be the Floyd | mechanism by which others distract themselves. Grief is not enobling Floyd | in you. It seems to make you hard, ungracious, cold and churlish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to adrian" | ||
Floyd ] living room 174 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ADRIAN Floyd | Floyd | Under different circumstances you would actually quite like to talk to Floyd | Adrian. Maybe you are deluding yourself with suspicions of kinship Floyd | but you can more readily imagine yourself saying something that feels Floyd | true to him than anyone else. But how can you speak of anything in Floyd | this company, at this time. Better not to talk to him at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Yes, yes it does." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to rick" | ||
Floyd ] living room 175 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO RICK Floyd | Floyd | Rick produces a silver hip flask with a flourish. "Absinthe?" he Floyd | suggests, raising his brows, entirely conscious of the effect. Floyd | Amusement temporarily alleviates the atmosphere in the room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to rick" | ||
Floyd ] living room 176 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO RICK Floyd | Floyd | Rick reaches a hand into a shopping bag languishing by the side of the Floyd | sofa. "Iberian ham?" he says. "Brie? Some pate?" You are starting Floyd | to feel churlish but you keep shaking your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to rick" | ||
Floyd ] living room 177 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO RICK Floyd | Floyd | Rick has probably run out of random indulgent foodstuffs to offer you Floyd | by now, and you do not want to press in case the temporary semblance Floyd | of normality founders. You remember that some of the people in this Floyd | room are your friends and that you will not always feel this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to jess" | ||
Floyd ] living room 178 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JESS Floyd | Floyd | Anyway, you think, hard, ungracious, cold and churlish as you are, Floyd | Jess is here specifically and explicitly for John. When somebody Floyd | dies, there is a grief hierarchy, topped by those denoted closest to Floyd | the deceased, usually based upon length of acquaintence. Blood, is of Floyd | course, thicker than water, more meaningful than love. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to jess" | ||
Floyd ] living room 179 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO JESS Floyd | Floyd | For the moment, it is probably best you don't talk to Jess. It has so Floyd | little to do with her, in any real sense, but she seems to inspire Floyd | particularly miserable thoughts in you at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "I think we've tapped them out." | |
| jenrexrode says, "we nearly flipped the go board" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] living room 180 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | The few discordant notes you manage to strike garner you a collection Floyd | of odd looks, both sympathetic and less sympathetic, and it occurs to Floyd | you that you're behaving rather strangely. Floyd | Floyd | Laurie paces back and forth in front of the fireplace, her fuck-me Floyd | boot heels clomping on the wooden floor - clearly she is not garnering Floyd | enough attention to feel comfortable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x fireplace" | ||
Floyd ] living room 180 Floyd | Floyd | > X FIREPLACE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] living room 181 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | living room Floyd | The extensive living / dining area was one of the features that drew Floyd | you all to this house when you were looking for places to rent. That Floyd | and - despite the fact none of you have been able to bring yourself to Floyd | do anything as prosaic as cleaning for days - the fact it's not an Floyd | abject shit hole like most of places on offer when you were doing the Floyd | rounds. Floyd | Floyd | Currently, it's all cluttered with people. Your housemate John is Floyd | sitting cross-legged on the floor at the end of the coffee table, Floyd | frowning over a game of a Go. His opponent, Twitch, sits opposite and Floyd | appears much more laid-back about the whole business. Rick is slumped Floyd | on the sofa, a bottle of port at his elbow; Elsie is sitting next to Floyd | him, apparently watching the game. Jess is huddled in a cloak on the Floyd | other sofa, Adrian beside her, looking almost as uncomfortable as you Floyd | feel. As for Laurie (fucking Laurie), she's leaning against the Floyd | fireplace, and wearing an expression of infinite suffering like she's Floyd | living her own little Victorian melodrama Floyd | Floyd | The coat stand is still in its corner, looming like an unexpected Floyd | guest. Floyd | Floyd | Your escape routes are east into the kitchen, or south into the hall. Floyd | Floyd | Rick opens a new bottle of port. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] living room 182 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a 50p coin Floyd | your coat Floyd | some pills Floyd | a lyre Floyd | Floyd | John hands an empty glass to Rick who obligingly sloshes port into it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] living room 183 Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | Wearing a coat indoors is generally considered a bit odd. Floyd | Floyd | John sighs heavily as he loses yet another game of Go. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Maybe, *wearing the coat outside*?" | |
| mwmiller says, "Sounds like a plan." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] living room 184 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | John sighs heavily as he loses yet another game of Go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 185 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for a rented house. It has Floyd | faux-granite counter tops and matching tiling, and fitted cupboards in Floyd | shades of coffee and cream. It would be a pleasure to cook in such a Floyd | kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Scattered across the worksurface nearest the hob is an array of Floyd | cooking utensils, onion skins and pepper cores, including the wooden Floyd | knifeblock you bought for a tenner in Boswells during a sale. Floyd | Floyd | Vera and Tilda (plants, not people, and therefore bearable) are on the Floyd | little round kitchen table. Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is by the hob, stirring a pan of pasta. Floyd | Floyd | The back door leads into the back garden to the north, and, if you're Floyd | feeling particularly brave (or masochistic), the living room is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 186 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Seeing you lingering in this awkward, Natalie stops stirring and Floyd | smiles at you encouragingly. "I'm here for you," she says. "Do you Floyd | want to talk?" You have to bite back sarastic things you don't mean. Floyd | So you keep smiling and shake your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x pasta" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 187 Floyd | Floyd | > X PASTA Floyd | Floyd | It looks ... like human intenstines flobbing around in simmering Floyd | water. You can't remember the last time you felt hungry. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 188 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | back garden Floyd | The back garden is really little more than a lawn-gone-wild and a Floyd | weedy patio. The sky is a cool grey curtain backlit by the weak sun. Floyd | The chill air bites at your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can get back into the house to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A snake, still as stone, has partially emerged from the long grass. Floyd | It seems to be watching you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 189 Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | It is a little chilly but you'll be going back inside sooner or later. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "oh, then go outdoors where it was chilly" | |
| mwmiller exclaims, "Picky, picky, picky!" | ||
| jenrexrode says, "ooops, I was scrolled back" | ||
| Johnny says, "We've got pills and a coin." | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 190 Floyd | Floyd | > X SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | The snake has risen up from its coil, its eyes wide as its head moves Floyd | back and forth in the thrall of the music from your lyre. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller asks, "FINE THEN. What else is there to do? Rummage around in the other bedrooms some more?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "give pills to snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 191 Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE PILLS TO SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | The snake doesn't seem interested. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "give coin to snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 192 Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE COIN TO SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | The snake doesn't seem interested. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "We can try drugging the pasta, but that doesn't seem productive." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "help" | ||
Floyd ] Instructions Floyd ] Floyd ] N = Next Q = Quit Menu Floyd ] P = Previous ENTER = Floyd | Select Floyd | > Introduction to Eurydice Floyd | Instructions for Playing IF in General Floyd | Special Commands in Eurydice Floyd | Thank yous Floyd | Contact the author Floyd | I'm stuck! | ||
| Johnny presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] Introduction to Eurydice Floyd | I don't know how to say this without sounding like an arse, but Floyd | Eurydice is a text adventure about grief. Although there are a few Floyd | puzzly elements, it's mainly a mood piece, focused more on exploration Floyd | and atmosphere than problem-solving. It's meant to have a sort of Floyd | dreamlike quality to it so don't worry if you don't immediately know Floyd | what you're supposed to be doing. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Please press SPACE to continue. | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "push space" | ||
Floyd ] Introduction to Eurydice | ||
| Johnny pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Instructions Floyd ] Floyd ] N = Next Q = Quit Menu Floyd ] P = Previous ENTER = Floyd | Select Floyd | > Introduction to Eurydice Floyd | Instructions for Playing IF in General Floyd | Special Commands in Eurydice Floyd | Thank yous Floyd | Contact the author Floyd | I'm stuck! | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Instructions Floyd ] Floyd ] N = Next Q = Quit Menu Floyd ] P = Previous ENTER = Floyd | Select Floyd | Introduction to Eurydice Floyd | > Instructions for Playing IF in General Floyd | Special Commands in Eurydice Floyd | Thank yous Floyd | Contact the author Floyd | I'm stuck! | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Instructions Floyd ] Floyd ] N = Next Q = Quit Menu Floyd ] P = Previous ENTER = Floyd | Select Floyd | Introduction to Eurydice Floyd | Instructions for Playing IF in General Floyd | > Special Commands in Eurydice Floyd | Thank yous Floyd | Contact the author Floyd | I'm stuck! | ||
| Johnny presses the yellow enter button. | ||
Floyd ] Special Commands in Eurydice Floyd | Eurydice isn't exactly over-endowed with special commands because I Floyd | lack the programming werewithall for anything that cool. I hope most Floyd | of the things you might want to do are accomodated in the body of the Floyd | game anyway and that context-specific actions are adequately sign Floyd | posted. But you might want to consider the following: PLAY (a musical Floyd | instrument should you acquire one), TALK TO (for interacting with Floyd | people) and TURN AROUND (under a very specific set of circumstances). Floyd | I would also recommend that you try repeating actions if it seems Floyd | appropriate, since you will likely find they have different outcomes - Floyd | especially when it comes to talking to people. With reference to Floyd | TURNING AROUND, if you happen to be in a situation in which it might Floyd | not be ideal to TURN AROUND, doubling back on yourself will also Floyd | count. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Please press SPACE to continue. | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "push space" | ||
Floyd ] Special Commands in Eurydice | ||
| Johnny pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd ] Instructions Floyd ] Floyd ] N = Next Q = Quit Menu Floyd ] P = Previous ENTER = Floyd | Select Floyd | Introduction to Eurydice Floyd | Instructions for Playing IF in General Floyd | > Special Commands in Eurydice Floyd | Thank yous Floyd | Contact the author Floyd | I'm stuck! | jenrexrode asks, "so should we turn our back on the snake?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "q" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 192 Floyd | back garden Floyd | The back garden is really little more than a lawn-gone-wild and a Floyd | weedy patio. The sky is a cool grey curtain backlit by the weak sun. Floyd | The chill air bites at your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can get back into the house to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A snake, still as stone, has partially emerged from the long grass. Floyd | It seems to be watching you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Maybe?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "turn around" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 193 Floyd | Floyd | > TURN AROUND Floyd | Floyd | You glance nervously over your shoulder but there is nothing untoward. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "oh, that's not what I thought it meant" | |
| Johnny says, "I'm starting to think this snake isn't even really poisonous." | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "bite snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 193 Floyd | Floyd | > BITE SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 194 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | You are reluctant to touch the lyre again so soon, in case you dispel Floyd | your own song by remembered incompetence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "take snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 195 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | Even assuming you could catch it, it looks like it might be poisonous. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "kill snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 196 Floyd | Floyd | > KILL SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | You have nothing with which to hurt it, beyond ill-will. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "uhm, knife?" | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "hate snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 196 Floyd | Floyd | > HATE SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "We put it back in the knifeblock." | |
| Johnny asks (of jen), "What do you have against snakes?" | ||
| jenrexrode asks, "it told me I could hurt it with ill will?" | ||
| Johnny says, "They're full of poison and they love to dance." | ||
| Johnny says, "Just like us." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "ha ha" | ||
| jenrexrode says, "maybe those pills will make us more social" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "push save" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 196 Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH SAVE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "cf12" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] back garden 196 Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Whoops." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "eat pills" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 197 Floyd | Floyd | > EAT PILLS Floyd | Floyd | While imitation may be thought to be the sincerest form of flattery, Floyd | you should probably not start randomly taking someone else's Floyd | medication. It didn't do much good for Celine, after all. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "hm, so they are meant to hurt others?" | |
| Johnny says, "Game-Us makes a good point." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "eat pills" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 198 Floyd | Floyd | > EAT PILLS Floyd | Floyd | While imitation may be thought to be the sincerest form of flattery, Floyd | you should probably not start randomly taking someone else's Floyd | medication. It didn't do much good for Celine, after all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 199 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | back garden Floyd | The back garden is really little more than a lawn-gone-wild and a Floyd | weedy patio. The sky is a cool grey curtain backlit by the weak sun. Floyd | The chill air bites at your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can get back into the house to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A snake, still as stone, has partially emerged from the long grass. Floyd | It seems to be watching you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 200 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 200 Floyd | Floyd | > SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x snake" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 201 Floyd | Floyd | > X SNAKE Floyd | Floyd | The snake has risen up from its coil, its eyes wide as its head moves Floyd | back and forth in the thrall of the music from your lyre. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "I think we're supposed to self injure." | |
| jenrexrode asks, "i guess so, then will that make us more social?" | ||
| Johnny says, "It'll probably freak everyone out." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 202 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for a rented house. It has Floyd | faux-granite counter tops and matching tiling, and fitted cupboards in Floyd | shades of coffee and cream. It would be a pleasure to cook in such a Floyd | kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Scattered across the worksurface nearest the hob is an array of Floyd | cooking utensils, onion skins and pepper cores, including the wooden Floyd | knifeblock you bought for a tenner in Boswells during a sale. Floyd | Floyd | Vera and Tilda (plants, not people, and therefore bearable) are on the Floyd | little round kitchen table. Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is by the hob, stirring a pan of pasta. Floyd | Floyd | The back door leads into the back garden to the north, and, if you're Floyd | feeling particularly brave (or masochistic), the living room is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "works for me" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take knife" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 203 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | You draw the knife from the knife block, earning yourself a worried Floyd | look from Natalie. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "put pills in pasta" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 204 Floyd | Floyd | > PUT PILLS IN PASTA Floyd | Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Nope. Also, phew on one level." | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "show pills to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 205 Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW PILLS TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is unimpressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "show coin to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 206 Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW COIN TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is unimpressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "take knife" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 207 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | You already have the knife Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 206 Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take block" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 206 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 207 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a knife Floyd | a 50p coin Floyd | your coat Floyd | some pills Floyd | a lyre Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "show knife to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 208 Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW KNIFE TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is unimpressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 209 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | back garden Floyd | The back garden is really little more than a lawn-gone-wild and a Floyd | weedy patio. The sky is a cool grey curtain backlit by the weak sun. Floyd | The chill air bites at your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can get back into the house to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A snake, still as stone, has partially emerged from the long grass. Floyd | It seems to be watching you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cut me" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 210 Floyd | Floyd | > CUT ME Floyd | Floyd | You toy with the idea of dragging the knife across your arm. You are Floyd | really too old for these adolescent theatrics but for a few moments Floyd | there is actually something like pleasure in the contemplation of neat Floyd | parallel lines, slowly filling up red. If nothing else would be Floyd | something to feel. Floyd | You tell yourself again that you shouldn't be acting out like a Floyd | teenager. The edge of the blade is cool. You remember Celine's arms, Floyd | covered from shoulder to wrist, in long white scars, the skin creased Floyd | like the folds of an accordion. They were not ugly, but it was Floyd | difficult to see such violence and pain enacted by choice upon her own Floyd | bodyOh why the hell not. You push your sleeve right back and very Floyd | calmly cut yourself. There is that split-second of anxiety before the Floyd | blade touches you for the first time, as if your very nature recoils Floyd | from what you are about to do, but the motion is almost gentle. The Floyd | next three cuts come in a frenzy. The pain - bright and clean - hits Floyd | only after you see the blood. A familiar giddiness washes over you Floyd | after and you feel an artificial ease, as if something wound too tight Floyd | inside you has finally given way. When the endorphins fade away, you Floyd | hear a rustle and the snake disappears into the grassThat's more than Floyd | enough of that. In the aftermath, although you feel vaguely better, Floyd | you also feel vaguely embarrassed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x grass" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 211 Floyd | Floyd | > X GRASS Floyd | Floyd | The blades are tipped by an unhealthy yellow and sway indolently in Floyd | the slight breeze. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 212 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | back garden Floyd | The back garden is really little more than a lawn-gone-wild and a Floyd | weedy patio. The sky is a cool grey curtain backlit by the weak sun. Floyd | The chill air bites at your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can get back into the house to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 213 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | For a shimmering instant, it almost seems as if you are miraculously Floyd | going to coax a scale from the lyre but the moment is lost as soon as Floyd | you recognise its potential and you are reduced to making random noise Floyd | again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] back garden 214 Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | It is a little chilly but you'll be going back inside sooner or later. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "We'd better freak everyone out?" | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 215 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | kitchen Floyd | The kitchen is surprisingly spacious for a rented house. It has Floyd | faux-granite counter tops and matching tiling, and fitted cupboards in Floyd | shades of coffee and cream. It would be a pleasure to cook in such a Floyd | kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Scattered across the worksurface nearest the hob is an array of Floyd | cooking utensils, onion skins and pepper cores, including the wooden Floyd | knifeblock you bought for a tenner in Boswells during a sale. Floyd | Floyd | Vera and Tilda (plants, not people, and therefore bearable) are on the Floyd | little round kitchen table. Floyd | Floyd | Natalie is by the hob, stirring a pan of pasta. Floyd | Floyd | The back door leads into the back garden to the north, and, if you're Floyd | feeling particularly brave (or masochistic), the living room is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Or not." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 216 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | Seeing you lingering in this awkward, Natalie stops stirring and Floyd | smiles at you encouragingly. "I'm here for you," she says. "Do you Floyd | want to talk?" You have to bite back sarastic things you don't mean. Floyd | So you keep smiling and shake your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "show arm to natalie" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 216 Floyd | Floyd | > SHOW ARM TO NATALIE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 217 Floyd | Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | You've been better. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 218 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 219 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You had better not wander around the house carrying a cleaver. For a Floyd | start, you could fall over and accidentally stab yourself, which would Floyd | be embarrassing. But also it could make the people in the living room Floyd | - who are technically your guests - feel uncomfortable Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Oh." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "put knife in knifeblock" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 220 Floyd | Floyd | > PUT KNIFE IN KNIFEBLOCK Floyd | Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "drop knife" | ||
Floyd ] kitchen 221 Floyd | Floyd | > DROP KNIFE Floyd | Floyd | You slide the knife back into the knifeblock. Natalie looks relieved Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] living room 222 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | living room Floyd | The extensive living / dining area was one of the features that drew Floyd | you all to this house when you were looking for places to rent. That Floyd | and - despite the fact none of you have been able to bring yourself to Floyd | do anything as prosaic as cleaning for days - the fact it's not an Floyd | abject shit hole like most of places on offer when you were doing the Floyd | rounds. Floyd | Floyd | Currently, it's all cluttered with people. Your housemate John is Floyd | sitting cross-legged on the floor at the end of the coffee table, Floyd | frowning over a game of a Go. His opponent, Twitch, sits opposite and Floyd | appears much more laid-back about the whole business. Rick is slumped Floyd | on the sofa, a bottle of port at his elbow; Elsie is sitting next to Floyd | him, apparently watching the game. Jess is huddled in a cloak on the Floyd | other sofa, Adrian beside her, looking almost as uncomfortable as you Floyd | feel. As for Laurie (fucking Laurie), she's leaning against the Floyd | fireplace, and wearing an expression of infinite suffering like she's Floyd | living her own little Victorian melodrama Floyd | Floyd | The coat stand is still in its corner, looming like an unexpected Floyd | guest. Floyd | Floyd | Your escape routes are east into the kitchen, or south into the hall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "So, that really has no effect?" | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "search stand" | ||
Floyd ] living room 223 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH STAND Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "guess not, unless it makes us feel more talkative" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to twitch" | ||
Floyd ] living room 224 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO TWITCH Floyd | Floyd | You really have no idea what to say to him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to elsie" | ||
Floyd ] living room 225 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ELSIE Floyd | Floyd | Neither of you really dare say anything else. It's too delicate a Floyd | balance to maintain, between honesty and lies, compassion and cruelty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "no" | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "turn around" | ||
Floyd ] living room 226 Floyd | Floyd | > TURN AROUND Floyd | Floyd | You glance nervously over your shoulder but there is nothing untoward. Floyd | Floyd | Playing pieces clink in the silence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Maybe we can turn around upstairs." | |
| jenrexrode says, "yeah" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 227 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | downstairs hall Floyd | Winter light lies in anaemic strips upon the floor from where it has Floyd | fallen through the glass panels in the front door. There is an awful Floyd | painting hanging on the wall. The murmuring voices are more of a Floyd | babble now; too many over-lapping conversations create an alien, Floyd | baboonish gibberish. Floyd | Floyd | The outside world lurks to the west and the living room to the north. Floyd | Or you could always just retreat upstairs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "turn around" | ||
Floyd ] downstairs hall 228 Floyd | Floyd | > TURN AROUND Floyd | Floyd | You glance nervously over your shoulder but there is nothing untoward. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Oh wait, front door's west?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 229 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Marlborough road Floyd | This is just an ordinary street, lined by Victorian terraces, with Floyd | their slightly over-ambitious moulding and bow windows. In the Floyd | distance you can hear the muted roar of traffic streaming down the Floyd | Abingdon Road. It is not quite suburbia but it's a pocket of Oxford Floyd | unreached by spires, dreaming or otherwise. The fading light is Floyd | nonetheless tinged by gold. The sky is a swirl of grey and pink, like Floyd | the interior of a shell. There is a biting promise of winter in the Floyd | air. Floyd | Floyd | Hinksey Park is to the northwest, your house to the east, and other Floyd | places lie elsewhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "m(" | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 230 Floyd | Floyd | > WEAR COAT Floyd | Floyd | You shrug into your coat. It is a familar weight across your Floyd | shoulders and you feel something shift within the tattered lining. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "yay" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x lining" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 230 Floyd | Floyd | > X LINING Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "search coat" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 231 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH COAT Floyd | Floyd | What else do you expect to find in there? An undiscovered Floyd | Shakespearean sonnet Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x sonnet" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 231 Floyd | Floyd | > X SONNET Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "did i or didn't i?" | |
| Johnny says, "You sarcastic punk." | ||
| Johnny says, "Er, not you, jen." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "yeah" | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 232 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a 50p coin Floyd | your coat (being worn) Floyd | some pills Floyd | a lyre Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 233 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | You feel like a busker as you plunk away on the lyre and you sound ... Floyd | very bad indeed. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "cool, a busker" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x places" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 233 Floyd | Floyd | > X PLACES Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "turn around" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 234 Floyd | Floyd | > TURN AROUND Floyd | Floyd | You glance nervously over your shoulder but there is nothing untoward. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x sky" | ||
Floyd ] Marlborough road 234 Floyd | Floyd | > X SKY Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Maybe there are rich people in the park." | |
| jenrexrode says, "let's go" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 235 Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hinksey Park Gate Floyd | The gate to Hinksey Park is not far from your house but by the time Floyd | you arrive the sky is already suffused by a greyness that has blotted Floyd | out the potential glories of an Oxford sunset. Night is snapping at Floyd | your heels. The park is the old fashioned kind, a basic arrangement Floyd | of paths and benches, grass and trees. The nearest bench is over-hung Floyd | by a willow tree, which has wept a burthen of withered foliage onto Floyd | the seat. There is a lake, girdled by a path and an open air swimming Floyd | pool. Floyd | Floyd | A river, which must be a tributary of the Thames, flows to the west. Floyd | Malborough Road lies to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "clean bench" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 236 Floyd | Floyd | > CLEAN BENCH Floyd | Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x willow" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 237 Floyd | Floyd | > X WILLOW Floyd | Floyd | Oh willow, thou art sick. Autumn has stripped its bravado, leaving it Floyd | frail and naked in the gathering dusk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x lake" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 238 Floyd | Floyd | > X LAKE Floyd | Floyd | The lake is misshapen splodge in the gloom. The breeze occasionally Floyd | picks up ripples on the water. At its edge, an enormous swan twists Floyd | its neck towards the sky and flings wide its white wings like an Floyd | angel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x pool" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 239 Floyd | Floyd | > X POOL Floyd | Floyd | Currently it's just an empty hollow, painted chlorine blue. You used Floyd | to go all the time during the summer months - sometimes with Celine. Floyd | You used to say she was a water-ninja she could swim so fast. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Is that an Avatar thing?" | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "go pool" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 240 Floyd | Floyd | > GO POOL Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "i dunno" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x river" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 241 Floyd | Floyd | > X RIVER Floyd | Floyd | From here, you can't see it very well at all, you can just see a space Floyd | where the bank dips and rises again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x path" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 242 Floyd | Floyd | > X PATH Floyd | Floyd | A path, plainly paved and circling the Lake. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x bench" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 243 Floyd | Floyd | > X BENCH Floyd | Floyd | There are ordinary wooden benches at irregular intervals around the Floyd | park, sometimes half-hidden by the knots of trees. Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Too bad we don't have any bread." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x swan" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 244 Floyd | Floyd | > X SWAN Floyd | Floyd | Swans are peculiar creatures. How can something so beautiful be so Floyd | ungainly? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "touch tree" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 245 Floyd | Floyd | > TOUCH TREE Floyd | Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 245 Floyd | Floyd | > YELL Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller asks, "So...are we at the gate? Is there any way to, like, go in?" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "enter park" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 246 Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER PARK Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 247 Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "sit on bench" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 248 Floyd | Floyd | > SIT ON BENCH Floyd | Floyd | You go into the park and sit down on the nearest bench, letting the Floyd | darkness enclose you. You're not very far from the houses and the road Floyd | but the light and the noise doesn't reach you here. You could be in Floyd | another world. The feeling of being entirely alone saturates your Floyd | skin like cold. You listen to the almost imperceptible sound of air Floyd | moving across the lake and through the scrubby grass. Tilting your Floyd | head back, you stare at the sky. It looks as if it is made of stone. Floyd | You wonder if this is how Celine felt, sitting on this bench perhaps, Floyd | waiting to die, and stand up again hastily. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "turn around" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 249 Floyd | Floyd | > TURN AROUND Floyd | Floyd | You glance nervously over your shoulder but there is nothing untoward. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "hmmmmm" | |
| Johnny says, "We can follow the river west." | ||
| mwmiller says, "Sure." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take swan" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 250 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE SWAN Floyd | Floyd | Are you mad? They can be really dangerous. You read a story once of Floyd | a swan breaking a man's leg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] Hinksey Park Gate 251 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | The lyre seems to pulse arhythmically in your hands as it possesses a Floyd | broken heart of its own and the only sound the strings surrender is a Floyd | succession of choked off notes that sound like gasps. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Is that true about swans?" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] river 252 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | river Floyd | The river is a snake of moving darkness. There is a railway line Floyd | running parallel on the other side and open fields after that. There Floyd | is some kind of flat-bottomed boat by the bank nearest to you, and a Floyd | tall man, in a long coat, is standing in the bow of the boat. Floyd | Floyd | Hinksey Park is behind you to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "they have a big wingspan" | |
| Johnny says, "Oh snap." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "give him a coin" | ||
| Johnny says, "Let's at least examine him, first." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||
Floyd ] river 253 Floyd | Floyd | > X MAN Floyd | Floyd | The man is so swathed about in garments it is hard to make out much Floyd | about him. He is imposingly tall, or would be if he didn't stand in Floyd | the hunched-over fashion he does, and seems gaunt. His hood is pulled Floyd | down over his face, so you only occasionally catch glimpses of his Floyd | profile: you piece together an impression of sharp-nosed pallor and Floyd | pale eyes the colour of dirty water. One of his gloved hands rests Floyd | upon the pole he probably uses to propel the boat through the water. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "but I've played zork" | |
| Johnny says, "And his boat." | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x boat" | ||
Floyd ] river 254 Floyd | Floyd | > X BOAT Floyd | Floyd | You're not really an expert in boats. This one seems to be designed Floyd | upon similar principles to a punt, although it lacks the comfortable Floyd | cushions, champagne and strawberries you know for a fact to be an Floyd | essential part of any punting trip. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "I'm not sure Zork is a primary source for this game." | |
| jenrexrode says, "aw" | ||
| mwmiller says, "But given the title, we can probably assume Greek myth *is*." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "yeah, and that's what charon is about" | ||
| mwmiller says, "So, why the hell not." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "give coin to man" | ||
Floyd ] river 255 Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE COIN TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | You toss the coin to ferryman. It turns over and over in the air, Floyd | flashing silver, and then he reaches out a gloved hand and engulfs it Floyd | in darkness. He carries it to his mouth and bites it. "That's not Floyd | silver," he says. But then he shrugs. "It'll do. In you get." Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says (to mwm), "Nice." | |
| mwmiller exclaims, "But it said 'flashing silver'!" | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "get in boat" | ||
Floyd ] river 255
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET IN BOAT
Floyd |
Floyd | As you step towards the boat the Ferryman intercepts you again.
Floyd | "Coming back is harder than going," he says. "Are you sure?"
| ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 256 Floyd | Floyd | > YES Floyd | Floyd | You step into the boat. There is a space for a single passenger but Floyd | it is not exactly luxurious. You barely have time to sit down upon Floyd | the damp wooden boards before the ferryman takes his first stroke, Floyd | propelling the boat forward at an unlikely speed that causes the Floyd | moving air to catch at you like icy hands. You remember that someone Floyd | told you once that a punt can travel at 30 miles an hour in Floyd | favourable conditions ... but this one slips across the moonslick Floyd | water as effortlessly as if it is glass. At any rate, you are glad Floyd | that the man has sufficient taste to punt from the Oxford end. You Floyd | tilt your head back. You are going so fast that the stars are smeared Floyd | across the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Iron Gates Floyd | Something has happened. You have lost track of time, or track of Floyd | yourself, or something. You were looking at the sky, feeling stars Floyd | upon your skin, no, you were in a boat, cold seeping through you, wind Floyd | tangling in your hair. But there is no trace of the punt here, or the Floyd | man, or even a river. How did you get here? Where are you? There is Floyd | a set of open wrought iron gates before you, as intricate as briars. Floyd | Beyond them, hazy in the darkness to the southeast, a round lawn, Floyd | dotted with trees. It all feels familiar somehow. Floyd | Floyd | Guarding the gate is biggest dog you have ever seen, a haunch of Floyd | bloody meat and a vast water bowl at its feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "ggg will like the coin biting part" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "pet the dog" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 256 Floyd | Floyd | > PET THE DOG Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Ooooooookay." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "in" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 257 Floyd | Floyd | > IN Floyd | Floyd | The trafficless road twines away into darkness. You could probably Floyd | get to Headington, and from there into town but you're a long way from Floyd | home and still not entirely sure how you got here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x meat" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 258 Floyd | Floyd | > X MEAT Floyd | Floyd | This well-gnawed haunch is marbled red and white like cartoon meat. Floyd | Flesh hangs from the bone in bloody tatters. It must have belonged to Floyd | a damn big animal. You hope it was an animal. Maybe it's the leg of Floyd | the last person who tried to go through the gates. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x bowl" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 259 Floyd | Floyd | > X BOWL Floyd | Floyd | The water within reflects pieces of the moon. It's just a dog's Floyd | drinking bowl, although it is noticeably larger than average, Floyd | presumably to accommodate three thirsty mouths. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "pills" | |
| Johnny says, "I wasn't here, but this wouldn't be the first dogs NightFloyd has drugged, would it." | ||
| Johnny says, "They." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "we electrocuted a dog" | ||
| Johnny says, "aw" | ||
| jenrexrode says, "in a fountain" | ||
| mwmiller says, "Might be worth trying the 'of *course* I belong here' approach." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "enter gates" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 260 Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER GATES Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "enter gate" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 260 Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER GATE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "go through gates" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 261 Floyd | Floyd | > GO THROUGH GATES Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "open gates" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 262 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN GATES Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Pffft." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x dog" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 263 Floyd | Floyd | > X DOG Floyd | Floyd | "Dog" somehow doesn't cover it. This creature would put a lion to Floyd | shame, although there is something more serpentine about it than Floyd | leonine. Maybe it's the three heads, on their long, sinuous necks, Floyd | and the whiplashing tail with its barbed end. It is covered in sleek Floyd | black fur and its slitted eyes are ruby red. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to dog" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 264 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO DOG Floyd | Floyd | "Nice doggie" you say, hopefully and the creature glares at you as if Floyd | it feels horrendously patronised. You try making soothing sounds, Floyd | while desperately maintaining a posture that would make it feel Floyd | neither hostile nor amorous towards you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "drug" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 264 Floyd | Floyd | > DRUG Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 265 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | All three heads turn in your direction as you lift the lyre, and a Floyd | strange shiver runs down the length of the beast's back. If it was Floyd | human you don't know what emotions you'd ascribe to it. It holds Floyd | itself still and silent, only the heaving of its flanks to betray the Floyd | fact it lives at all. And you play, strange, savage music, spiralling Floyd | out of the lyre, drenched inhuman colours, filling your mouth up with Floyd | heat and the tang of metal. Your heart tightens sickeningly in your Floyd | chest, pulsing with the lyre strings, something like excitement, Floyd | something like dread. The dog trembles where it stands, its eyes Floyd | ablaze. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Oh, duh." | |
| mwmiller says, "Music has charms, etc." | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "enter gates" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 266 Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER GATES Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 267 Floyd | Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Iron Gates Floyd | The wrought iron gates hang open. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond them, hazy in the darkness to the southeast, a round lawn, Floyd | dotted with trees. Floyd | Floyd | Guarding the gate is biggest dog you have ever seen, a haunch of Floyd | bloody meat and a vast water bowl at its feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 268 Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You move. The beast throws back all three heads and hurls a howl of Floyd | blood-curdling ferocity at the sky. And the clouds shake. You think Floyd | it would probably be for the best to stop moving. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Whoops." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] Iron Gates 269 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | You feel as if you have been running, and running hard, and your Floyd | fingers tremble on the strings, fearful of the lyre and its music. Floyd | But everything has changed. Softly, softly, comes the scent of green Floyd | things growing, dark places, damp fur, warmth in your belly and all Floyd | around, different songs. You lose time, the names of things. The Floyd | stars becomes nothing but distant light. Your four clawed feet trample Floyd | complex concepts to nothing but travelled earth, and happiness is the Floyd | flow of the night. Then comes the creeping cold, not without, but Floyd | within, and it snaps like winter at your heels. And you don't know Floyd | what it means that yours is now the only song, and yours the only Floyd | pounding paws, and yours the fur and yours the hunger and you alone Floyd | who slumber in the dark places and dream of dreams once shared. The Floyd | music fades to silence, and the dog slumps to the ground, ungainly Floyd | now. Its eyes fall closed and it seems to sleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Oh heck, we're turning into Barry Manilow." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Hospital Approach 270 Floyd | Floyd | > SE Floyd | Floyd | You muster up your courage and sidle past the subdued monster, holding Floyd | your breath lest you rouse it. Floyd | Floyd | Warneford Hospital Approach Floyd | You could be visiting a stately home, or an Oxford college, or a Floyd | country church, except you're not. You know there are more modern Floyd | constructions hidden away behind it, one of which - the severely acute Floyd | ward - lies like Sleeping Beauty's castle behind thorns of metal and Floyd | stone. Floyd | Floyd | Circling an oval of moderately well-kept grass is a gravel path and, Floyd | beyond it to the west, a sandstone building gleams palely golden Floyd | against the shadowed sky. The gates loom to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x sandstone building" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Hospital Approach 271 Floyd | Floyd | > X SANDSTONE BUILDING Floyd | Floyd | From its harmonious proportions and the flanking classical pillars, Floyd | you suspect the main building must be Regency in design ... that or Floyd | made out of lego blocks. There is something desperate in the rigidity Floyd | of its symmetries, as if somebody believed that order could be imposed Floyd | upon the universe by the application of lots of straight lines. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x severely acute ward" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Hospital Approach 271 Floyd | Floyd | > X SEVERELY ACUTE WARD Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "enter building" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Hospital Approach 272 Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER BUILDING Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "enter sandstone building" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Hospital Approach 273 Floyd | Floyd | > ENTER SANDSTONE BUILDING Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "don't flirt with acute ward" | |
| mwmiller asks, "Can't enter a building? Is its front door boarded up?" | ||
| jenrexrode says, "i think you have to go west" | ||
| mwmiller says, "...No, then it'd be white, not sandstone." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Path 274 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you cross the lawn, your footsteps lost among the many you have Floyd | already taken, you feel a horrible tightness round you heart as if Floyd | someone had a hand round it and was squeezing. There is a burning at Floyd | the back your throat, like a lump of tears and bile is stuck there. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Path Floyd | The path sidles away down the side of the main building, taking you Floyd | away from facades. Here, there are no country house lawns, no Floyd | sandstone and classical pillars. There are patches of scrubby grass, Floyd | borders that may perhaps bloom one spring, and scattered buildings Floyd | that are too perfectly, facelessly functional to have anything of Floyd | beauty or ugliness to them. There are jaunty painted signs to Floyd | Cotswold House and Wintle Ward. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas waits to the west, the Hospital Approach is to the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x signs" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Path 275 Floyd | Floyd | > X SIGNS Floyd | Floyd | The signs are big, friendly and helpful. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "read signs" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Path 276 Floyd | Floyd | > READ SIGNS Floyd | Floyd | The signs are big, friendly and helpful. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Great." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Exterior 277 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you walk down the path, a human cry breaks upon the silence and Floyd | dies. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Exterior Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Ward is another grey building. It has a bow-window Floyd | which looks like an ill-at-ease addition to its uniformity. There is Floyd | also an awkward, spindly tree guarding a nearby bench. Floyd | Floyd | The door that leads west into Vaughan Thomas has been painted blue. Floyd | There is a doorbell next to it in industrial grey. The path leading Floyd | to and from Vaughan Thomas lies to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller asks, "Anybody home?" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "ring doorbell" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Exterior 277 Floyd | Floyd | > RING DOORBELL Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "hm, I guess I was wrong about the sandstone building" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "examine doorbell" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Exterior 278 Floyd | Floyd | > EXAMINE DOORBELL Floyd | Floyd | Strangely totemic, it has a button for you to press and a grill - such Floyd | as you might find on the visor of the villain in a sci-fi movie - for Floyd | you talk into. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller exclaims, "A button. Okay!" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Exterior 279 Floyd | Floyd | > PUSH BUTTON Floyd | Floyd | You depress the button and listen to the silence while you wait. You Floyd | do not trust the doorbell. It demands your faith yet gives you no Floyd | miracles. It doesn't even buzz to let you know it's actually Floyd | functional. Finally, just when you have given up all hope in the Floyd | doorbell, there is a crackling from behind the grill and a distorted Floyd | voice asks what you want. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to voice" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Exterior 280 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO VOICE Floyd | Floyd | You mumble your name into the grill, and explain you have come to get Floyd | Celine. A warped sigh gusts out of the grill with such force you are Floyd | surprised it doesn't ruffle your hair. Then crackling dies away and Floyd | the grill speaks to you no further. You assume that that means Floyd | someone is coming to open the door but for all you know they could be Floyd | activating the lever that drops you into the alligator pit. Floyd | Floyd | You are starting to wonder if perhaps they've forgotten you're there, Floyd | or if answering the doorbell is a mere hobby, when there comes the Floyd | sound of muted rattling and banging from behind the door as someone on Floyd | the other side begins the ceremony required to open it. It is finally Floyd | eased open, just enough for you to squeeze through, by a Nurse, Floyd | glowering at the effort required to perform the most basic tenets of Floyd | her job. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "oh so she's not dead" | |
| jenrexrode says, "i think I have played this, but only at the end" | ||
| Johnny says (to jen), "Or we're dead, or we're in hell, or whatever." | ||
| mwmiller says, "'This is hell.' 'Heaven.' 'Purgatory!'" | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 281 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | As you edge past the Nurse, she put out a log-like arm to momentarily Floyd | stop you entering. "You'll need to see the Doctor first," she says, Floyd | gruffly. "You can't take a patient away without the doctor's Floyd | permission." You nod your understanding, although your mind is full Floyd | of Escape from Alcatraz visions, search lights flashing, sirens Floyd | screaming and helicopters whirling overhead as you and Celine run, Floyd | hand in hand, giggling into a different coloured future. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "cf13" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 281 Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller exclaims, "Lucky 13!" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x signs" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 281 Floyd | Floyd | > X SIGNS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x bookshelf" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 282 Floyd | Floyd | > X BOOKSHELF Floyd | Floyd | There are overly-rifled paperbacks, yellowed by use, stuffed Floyd | haphazardly onto the shelves. A quick glance at the spines reveals Floyd | them to be without exception the kind of airport novels you probably Floyd | wouldn't want to read even at an airport. Or in a loony bin. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller exclaims, "A loony bin? Don't tell us we're going crazy!" | |
| mwmiller says, "Oh what the heck, let's go clockwise." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Women's Corridor 283 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Women's Corridor Floyd | The greyness unrolls before you like the tongue of a sick frog. This Floyd | sign above your head (this is not an exit) reminds you that it's women Floyd | only past this point, but who is going to see you at this time of Floyd | night? Floyd | Floyd | Identical doors, all closed but for the one that stands slightly ajar Floyd | to the west, line the corridor. Going north will return you to the Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "I can't possibly have got it right on my first try. Lemme try the others right quick." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 284 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | An inmate - dapper, or as dapper as a man in a mental aslyum can be, Floyd | sidles up to you. He wrings his hands in constant anxiety. "I wonder Floyd | if you could possibly oblige me in a small favour," he says. "I'm Floyd | terribly embarrassed but I threw my clock radio out of the window Floyd | because the aliens were talking to me through it and now I cannot Floyd | listen to classic fm. And I daren't tell the nurses because they will Floyd | think I did a mad thing. I can pay you back, of course, and if you Floyd | would take care to get one without an alien transponder, I think it Floyd | would help. And you won't tell the nurses will you?" He looks Floyd | bewildered as he tells his story, as if he caught himself trying to Floyd | eat soup with the salad fork. You make your promises and he retreats, Floyd | thanking you profusely. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 285 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Sun Room Floyd | This is a primitive conservatory of sorts. It is by far the most Floyd | attractive room in the Warneford, which reflects well on neither the Floyd | Warneford nor the room. It has wicker chairs and, disconcertingly, Floyd | there is white-sheeted hospital bed against one of the walls. The Floyd | square, unbeautiful windows overlook the grounds and currently admit a Floyd | spill of moonlight the colour of old milk. Floyd | Floyd | There is a woman curled up on one of the wicker chairs, looking away Floyd | from you, out over the shadowed grounds. Floyd | Floyd | The Vaughan Thomas corridor lies to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x woman" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 286 Floyd | Floyd | > X WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | She seems to be at the unforgiving end of the spectrum of middle-age, Floyd | her face worn and withered by the cold glare of the moon. Shadows Floyd | emphasise the gauntness of her cheeks and define in cruel charcoal the Floyd | lines that radiate from her eyes. Her coarse, ash blonde hair falls Floyd | straight to her waist and hangs like dead weight. Garlands of Floyd | withered flowers give her the air of an aging hippie. Under your Floyd | scrutiny, she turns her head in your direction and smiles and you feel Floyd | a fleeting trace of warmth. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller asks, "Let's see, is this the maiden, the mother or the crone?" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to woman" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 287 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | Hesitantly you offer a polite greeting and are relieved when the woman Floyd | turns away from the window and smiles at you in return. If she is an Floyd | inmate she is, at least, not antisocially mad. "Hello," she says, "I Floyd | can see that you're a visitor." Her voice is as deep and rich as Floyd | freshly turned earth. You think of honey-drunk bees and heavy, golden Floyd | days. "So am I," she says. "At least, I think I am. It's sometimes Floyd | so hard to tell." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to woman" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 288 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | She turns away from you again towards the windows. "I wish I could Floyd | make something flourish here," she says. "I can sometimes make things Floyd | grow but it's not the same." She strokes a hand absently through the Floyd | brittle strands of her hair. "I miss the colours of things. It all Floyd | fades so quickly. What's your favourite colour," she asks, suddenly, Floyd | with a glance in your direction. You tell her and she smiles again. Floyd | "Of course it is," she says. "Mine is green." Same as Celine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to woman" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 289 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | She is plucking at her skirt. As the fabric moves you realise it Floyd | isn't grey, as you first thought, but a pale green, all but washed Floyd | out. "I'm truly sorry about your friend," she says. And there must Floyd | be a look on your face that makes her add: "That is why you're here, Floyd | isn't it?" Her voice is gentle and her eyes are pale and sad in the Floyd | moonlight. "You know you shouldn't have come. She can't leave with Floyd | you." She is silent a moment. When she continues speaking the Floyd | reassurance in her voice is as warm as sunlight against your skin. Floyd | "Of course you'll miss her. It will never be easy but it will be Floyd | easier than this. And one day you'll stop and be surprised at just Floyd | how easy it is. Then I'm afraid you'll feel guilty but that, too, Floyd | will pass. As it should." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to woman" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 290 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | The woman smiles reassuringly at you and her regard travels across Floyd | your skin, leaving a glissando of fading warmth in its wake. Then she Floyd | turns away and casts her gaze out of the window again, moonlight Floyd | etching the lines on her face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to woman" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 291 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | The woman smiles reassuringly at you and her regard travels across Floyd | your skin, leaving a glissando of fading warmth in its wake. Then she Floyd | turns away and casts her gaze out of the window again, moonlight Floyd | etching the lines on her face. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Right then." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "look" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 292 Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK Floyd | Floyd | Sun Room Floyd | This is a primitive conservatory of sorts. It is by far the most Floyd | attractive room in the Warneford, which reflects well on neither the Floyd | Warneford nor the room. It has wicker chairs and, disconcertingly, Floyd | there is white-sheeted hospital bed against one of the walls. The Floyd | square, unbeautiful windows overlook the grounds and currently admit a Floyd | spill of moonlight the colour of old milk. Floyd | Floyd | There is a woman curled up on one of the wicker chairs, looking away Floyd | from you, out over the shadowed grounds. Floyd | Floyd | The Vaughan Thomas corridor lies to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "look out window" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 292 Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK OUT WINDOW Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "look outside" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 293 Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK OUTSIDE Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing unexpected in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 294 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Two nurses are standing by the pay phone, talking animatedly about Floyd | nothing you can catch. It is strange to hear giggles and whispering, Floyd | as if this was some kind of ordinary place. They fall silent as you Floyd | approach and then disappear into an office. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Hall 295 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Dining Hall Floyd | This is the large, bow-windowed room you could see from outside. Dull Floyd | light washes in from the corridor behind you and flickers from beneath Floyd | the door to the television room. Square tables are neatly arranged Floyd | and the far wall boasts a display of artwork. Upon the air hangs the Floyd | cloying scent of old, institutional dinners. Floyd | Floyd | The Doctor's Office lies to the north, the Vaughan Thomas corridor to Floyd | the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x artwork" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Hall 295 Floyd | Floyd | > X ARTWORK Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 296 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Doctor's Office Floyd | This is a typical Doctor's office. It has a clinical air, but no more Floyd | than you would expect. It is really very neat in here. The walls are Floyd | hung with what look to be modern art prints, all in identical frames, Floyd | imprisoned behind glass. Floyd | Floyd | The Doctor is sitting behind the desk, his elbows resting atop it and Floyd | his chin upon the platform provided by his interlocked fingers. Floyd | Floyd | The door to the south leads back to the dining hall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x doctor" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 297 Floyd | Floyd | > X DOCTOR Floyd | Floyd | He seems surprisingly young for his role. His hair is coal black and Floyd | his eyes only one shade lighter, stark against the white coat that Floyd | hangs open over an austere pinstriped suit. He has a stern, unlovely Floyd | face and returns your regard steadily. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller asks, "Hades?" | |
| mwmiller says, "Then maybe the old lady is Persephone..." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "ask" | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to doctor" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 297
Floyd |
Floyd | > TALK TO DOCTOR
Floyd |
Floyd | "Yes?" The Doctor's voice is not quite impatient, but the clipped
Floyd | quality of it suggests it very soon will be. "You know I cannot
Floyd | accede to your ..." He stops abruptly, as if searching for a word, and
Floyd | settles finally on "...request". I suggest you let me send you home,
Floyd | where you belong."
| mwmiller says, "I don't wanna go home :(" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to doctor" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 297
Floyd |
Floyd | > TALK TO DOCTOR
Floyd |
Floyd | Please answer yes or no.>
| ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x art" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 297
Floyd |
Floyd | > X ART
Floyd |
Floyd | Please answer yes or no.>
| ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "no" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 298 Floyd | Floyd | > NO Floyd | Floyd | At your refusal, the Doctor frowns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x art" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 299 Floyd | Floyd | > X ART Floyd | Floyd | You look at each of the paintings in turn. They are placed a precise Floyd | intervals along the grey wall. Each print has the name of the piece Floyd | and the artist printed along the bottom. First, there is a Rothko, Floyd | Blue, Green, and Brown. Then IKB 73. And finally Composition in Red, Floyd | Blue, and Yellow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "frown" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 299 Floyd | Floyd | > FROWN Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x rothko blue" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 299 Floyd | Floyd | > X ROTHKO BLUE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "talk to doctor" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 300 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO DOCTOR Floyd | Floyd | Before you can speak again, the Doctor forestalls you. "I'm afraid Floyd | you will not change my mind with tragic looks or eloquent words. I Floyd | have seen and heard them all a hundred throusand million times Floyd | before." You wonder, briefly, whether you are supposed to challenge Floyd | him to a game of chess or, possibly riddles. "I cannot be tricked," Floyd | he says, as if in answer. "Nor changed. It is not my nature." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to doctor" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 301 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO DOCTOR Floyd | Floyd | "Your insistence is as wearisome as it is predictable," comments the Floyd | Doctor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to doctor" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 302 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO DOCTOR Floyd | Floyd | "Your insistence is as wearisome as it is predictable," comments the Floyd | Doctor. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "I wonder if we can give the pills to celine, since they are hers?" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "play lyre" | ||
Floyd ] Doctor's Office 303 Floyd | Floyd | > PLAY LYRE Floyd | Floyd | Time seems to unravel around you like the fraying threads of a Floyd | tapestry as you lift the lyre into your arms. The Doctor is on his on Floyd | his feet, his face pale with fury and his eyes ablaze, but it's too Floyd | late to stop you. Music fills the air like cherry blossom, sweetly Floyd | drifting, falling like fleeting kisses upon the senses and fading as Floyd | swiftly as a summer evening. For a moment, the Doctor is tranfixed, Floyd | his face naked in pain and sorrow, and then his cold hands are Floyd | wrenching the lyre from your grasp. The notes shatter into rainbows Floyd | of refracted light and then they're gone. There is a vicious crack, Floyd | like a bone breaking, and the Doctor flings the pieces of the lyre to Floyd | the floor. In seconds nothing remains of the lyre but a sprinkling of Floyd | dust the colour of old blood. "Take her then," he cries, "take her Floyd | and may damnation have you both. You'll find Celine in the gardens Floyd | beyond the Sun Room. Take her with you, as you wish, but remember: Floyd | don't turn around, or she's mine forever. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "oh that is persephone" | |
| mwmiller says, "Well, let's check out the southern bit just in case." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Dining Hall 304 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Dining Hall Floyd | This is the large, bow-windowed room you could see from outside. Dull Floyd | light washes in from the corridor behind you and flickers from beneath Floyd | the door to the television room. Square tables are neatly arranged Floyd | and the far wall boasts a display of artwork. Upon the air hangs the Floyd | cloying scent of old, institutional dinners. Floyd | Floyd | The Doctor's Office lies to the north, the Vaughan Thomas corridor to Floyd | the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 305 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | You hear footsteps behind you, slapping like wet fish against the Floyd | grey hospital floor. You freeze and half-turn but then they recede. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Women's Corridor 306 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Women's Corridor Floyd | The greyness unrolls before you like the tongue of a sick frog. This Floyd | sign above your head (this is not an exit) reminds you that it's women Floyd | only past this point, but who is going to see you at this time of Floyd | night? Floyd | Floyd | Identical doors, all closed but for the one that stands slightly ajar Floyd | to the west, line the corridor. Going north will return you to the Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 307 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Celine's Room Floyd | The memories of past visits rise up to gnaw at you like wolves. You Floyd | see Celine, sitting on the bed, the colour washed out of her by her Floyd | surroundings, her knees pulled up to her chin. Jess is there beside Floyd | her, back to the wall, feet dangling off the end of the bed. You'd Floyd | snuck in and you're kneeling on the floor, elbows folded on the Floyd | coverlet. You're probably pretty damn uncomfortable. Spread out Floyd | between you are brightly coloured cards. You're playing Once Upon A Floyd | Time, a game for telling fairytales. "Are you sure I used to like Floyd | this?" Celine is asking. "Yes," you say, "it's one of your Floyd | favourites." "You used to win all the time," Jess adds. Celine Floyd | laughs, uncertain. "That doesn't seem very likely," she says. "It'll Floyd | come back," you say, half-reassuring, half-pleading. Except it, of Floyd | course, doesn't. None of it does. Floyd | Floyd | A small, perfectly square, yellow-painted room, probably identical to Floyd | all the others on this corridor. The carpet is a greyish-blue, only Floyd | slightly stained. There is a pine-coloured wardrobe and bedside Floyd | table, a single bed and a chair. There are signs of occupation - the Floyd | black cardigan hanging on the back of the chair, books and a radio on Floyd | the bedside table - but it's not the kind of room you can personalise. Floyd | It is a transitory space. Above the bed, the wall is splashed with a Floyd | grid of cards and postcards, twenty or thirty of them maybe, pinned up Floyd | there as bright as butterfly wings. Floyd | Floyd | You can see the Women's Corridor through the door to the east. Floyd | Floyd | On the narrow strip of a windowsill is a houseplant, another daub of Floyd | colour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x houseplant" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 308 Floyd | Floyd | > X HOUSEPLANT Floyd | Floyd | This is Sylvia (after Sylvia Plath who also, we know, went mad), an Floyd | Anthurium with dark red flowers, all Georgia o'Keefe. It was a gift Floyd | you nearly weren't permitted to give because of the toxic leaves. "No Floyd | committing suicide by eating Sylvia," you said, pretending to Floyd | admonish. And how Celine had laughed. "I promise not to kill myself Floyd | by eating an anthurium," she said with mock solemnitude, knowing at Floyd | least ten better ways to do it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to sylvia" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 308 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO SYLVIA Floyd | Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "so celine is in the garden, and you have to get her to follow you, and resist the urge to turn around" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Women's Corridor 309 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Women's Corridor Floyd | The greyness unrolls before you like the tongue of a sick frog. This Floyd | sign above your head (this is not an exit) reminds you that it's women Floyd | only past this point, but who is going to see you at this time of Floyd | night? Floyd | Floyd | Identical doors, all closed but for the one that stands slightly ajar Floyd | to the west, line the corridor. Going north will return you to the Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 310 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | A young-ish, not entirely unpretty woman, who steals from the other Floyd | inmates and has no visitors, is staring blankly out of a window at the Floyd | shadow-sloshed world outside. She turns, smiles hopefully and shyly Floyd | at you and then flees. You try to feel more kindness towards her but Floyd | she pilfered Celine's favourite perfume. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 311 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Sun Room Floyd | This is a primitive conservatory of sorts. It is by far the most Floyd | attractive room in the Warneford, which reflects well on neither the Floyd | Warneford nor the room. It has wicker chairs and, disconcertingly, Floyd | there is white-sheeted hospital bed against one of the walls. The Floyd | square, unbeautiful windows overlook the grounds and currently admit a Floyd | spill of moonlight the colour of old milk. Floyd | Floyd | Now you notice a set of doors at the back of the room have been flung Floyd | wide open, drawing you like a beckoning finger, west, towards the Floyd | shadow-smothered gardens. Floyd | Floyd | The Vaughan Thomas corridor lies to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 312 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Warneford Gardens Floyd | Somebody tried. Here there are the elements of a garden. Grass, Floyd | although it is mainly mud. Banks of soil where perhaps flowers might Floyd | grow. Squatting shrubs, hunched in upon themselves. And in Floyd | silhouette the anorexic shapes of trees, stripped before the oncoming Floyd | winter. Moonlight forms puddles here and there. Floyd | Floyd | The Sun room waits to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Celine is sitting on a stone bench. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "so make sure to save first" | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | Johnny says, "We should've gotten that radio." | |
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | mwmiller says, "Oh hey there was an actual radio. Darn it." | |
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 312
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| jenrexrode says, "oopd" | |
| jenrexrode says, "I guess we saved to what I just said" | ||
| mwmiller says, "Oh, 'push save'. Right." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "cf14" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 312 Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Right, back for the radio." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 313 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You are determined not to leave this place this time without Celine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 312 Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Warneford Gardens Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 313 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You are determined not to leave this place this time without Celine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 312 Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Warneford Gardens Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 312 Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Warneford Gardens Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 312 Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Warneford Gardens Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 311 Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Sun Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 312 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | The silence of the hospital surrounds you like an itchy blanket. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd ] Women's Corridor 313 Floyd | Floyd | > S Floyd | Floyd | Women's Corridor Floyd | The greyness unrolls before you like the tongue of a sick frog. This Floyd | sign above your head (this is not an exit) reminds you that it's women Floyd | only past this point, but who is going to see you at this time of Floyd | night? Floyd | Floyd | Identical doors, all closed but for the one that stands slightly ajar Floyd | to the west, line the corridor. Going north will return you to the Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 314 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Celine's Room Floyd | A small, perfectly square, yellow-painted room, probably identical to Floyd | all the others on this corridor. The carpet is a greyish-blue, only Floyd | slightly stained. There is a pine-coloured wardrobe and bedside Floyd | table, a single bed and a chair. There are signs of occupation - the Floyd | black cardigan hanging on the back of the chair, books and a radio on Floyd | the bedside table - but it's not the kind of room you can personalise. Floyd | It is a transitory space. Above the bed, the wall is splashed with a Floyd | grid of cards and postcards, twenty, thirty, forty of them maybe, Floyd | pinned up there as bright as butterfly wings. Floyd | Floyd | You can see the Women's Corridor through the door to the east. Floyd | Floyd | On the narrow strip of a windowsill is a houseplant, another daub of Floyd | colour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "get radio" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 315 Floyd | Floyd | > GET RADIO Floyd | Floyd | You can't really see reason to cart that around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x cardigan" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 316 Floyd | Floyd | > X CARDIGAN Floyd | Floyd | An ankle-length black wool cardigan, thick and soft, the sort of Floyd | garment you could curl up inside and feel comforted. You think it was Floyd | a present from John. The smell of the Warneford and cigarette smoke Floyd | clings to it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x radio" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 317 Floyd | Floyd | > X RADIO Floyd | Floyd | You thought it might help her pass the difficult, interminable hours. Floyd | It didn't. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "hrm" | |
| mwmiller exclaims, "Try, try again!" | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "get radio" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 318 Floyd | Floyd | > GET RADIO Floyd | Floyd | You can't really see reason to cart that around with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x wardrobe" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 318 Floyd | Floyd | > X WARDROBE Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "All right, all right, FINE. Maybe radio guy was just flavor text." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x postcards" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 318 Floyd | Floyd | > X POSTCARDS Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "she doesn't want it" | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take cardigan" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 319 Floyd | Floyd | > TAKE CARDIGAN Floyd | Floyd | You don't want the cardigan. When her parents came to take everything Floyd | that was left of her, you told yourself that people were not their Floyd | things. You have to keep believing that because otherwise you'll have Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Dang it." | |
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "turn on radio" | ||
Floyd ] Celine's Room 320 Floyd | Floyd | > TURN ON RADIO Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can switch. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "T_T" | |
| mwmiller asks, "Well. Any more ideas?" | ||
| jenrexrode says, "nothing needed here" | ||
| Johnny says, "Nope." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "go back to garden" | ||
| mwmiller says, "Sounds good to me." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Women's Corridor 321 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Women's Corridor Floyd | The greyness unrolls before you like the tongue of a sick frog. This Floyd | sign above your head (this is not an exit) reminds you that it's women Floyd | only past this point, but who is going to see you at this time of Floyd | night? Floyd | Floyd | Identical doors, all closed but for the one that stands slightly ajar Floyd | to the west, line the corridor. Going north will return you to the Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 322 Floyd | Floyd | > N Floyd | Floyd | One of Celine's few friends (one to whom you have lost endless games Floyd | of Scrabble) passes you with a nod and a greeting. "I'm very much Floyd | looking forward to the coping with psychosis workshop tomorrow," he Floyd | comments, with a look so wry and self-knowing you cannot help but Floyd | laugh. He waves and vanishes into his room. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 323 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Sun Room Floyd | This is a primitive conservatory of sorts. It is by far the most Floyd | attractive room in the Warneford, which reflects well on neither the Floyd | Warneford nor the room. It has wicker chairs and, disconcertingly, Floyd | there is white-sheeted hospital bed against one of the walls. The Floyd | square, unbeautiful windows overlook the grounds and currently admit a Floyd | spill of moonlight the colour of old milk. Floyd | Floyd | Now you notice a set of doors at the back of the room have been flung Floyd | wide open, drawing you like a beckoning finger, west, towards the Floyd | shadow-smothered gardens. Floyd | Floyd | The Vaughan Thomas corridor lies to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 324 Floyd | Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | Warneford Gardens Floyd | Somebody tried. Here there are the elements of a garden. Grass, Floyd | although it is mainly mud. Banks of soil where perhaps flowers might Floyd | grow. Squatting shrubs, hunched in upon themselves. And in Floyd | silhouette the anorexic shapes of trees, stripped before the oncoming Floyd | winter. Moonlight forms puddles here and there. Floyd | Floyd | The Sun room waits to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Celine is sitting on a stone bench. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "All right, here we go." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "x celine" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 325 Floyd | Floyd | > X CELINE Floyd | Floyd | Celine is beautiful but not today. The monochrome palette of the Floyd | Warneford has wrung her out. Her clothes are too black, her skin is Floyd | too pale, her eyes too dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "You never can go home again, can you." | |
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 326 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CELINE Floyd | Floyd | Celine smiles to see you, convincing gladness, desperate eyes. You Floyd | exchange the usual greetings, the usual enquiries, and, as ever, she Floyd | thanks you for coming to see her, as if it is a kind and wonderful Floyd | thing and not a terrible strain for both of you. You tell her silly Floyd | stories of the colour of the October leaves and how much you're Floyd | looking forward to the blossom trees. She listens, and laughs, and Floyd | pretends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 327 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CELINE Floyd | Floyd | Celine is not feeling so good and will only tell you so if you press Floyd | her. She has - quite literally - forgotten the way home, along with Floyd | everything she learned on her art history course last term. She has Floyd | forgotten the tombstone cake you made for Jess's birthday. She has Floyd | forgotten Rick's parents are dead. She has forgotten the entirety of Floyd | Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It'll come back, you tell her, don't worry, Floyd | and anyway we can watch it all over again - think how much fun that'll Floyd | be. She listens, and laughs, and pretends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 328 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CELINE Floyd | Floyd | Celine tells you her secrets, the ones she hasn't forgotten, the ones Floyd | you wish she could forget, the ones she has forgotten you already Floyd | know. You try to make it okay with your words. And Celine listens, Floyd | and laughs, and pretends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 329 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CELINE Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly you remember. It's time to go home. "Will you follow me?" Floyd | you ask, and Celine nods. She seems only a little afraid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 330 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CELINE Floyd | Floyd | "You will follow me, won't you?" you say again and Celine assures you Floyd | she will. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "talk to celine" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford Gardens 331 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO CELINE Floyd | Floyd | "You will follow me, won't you?" you say again and Celine assures you Floyd | she will. Floyd | Floyd | > | mwmiller says, "Cross fingers." | |
| mwmiller says, "Mind we'll probably get railroaded into the 'wrong' action but what the hey." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Sun Room 332 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Sun Room Floyd | This is a primitive conservatory of sorts. It is by far the most Floyd | attractive room in the Warneford, which reflects well on neither the Floyd | Warneford nor the room. It has wicker chairs and, disconcertingly, Floyd | there is white-sheeted hospital bed against one of the walls. The Floyd | square, unbeautiful windows overlook the grounds and currently admit a Floyd | spill of moonlight the colour of old milk. Floyd | Floyd | As you enter the sunroom from the gardens, your own footsteps sound on Floyd | the floor but you hear no others. Perhaps Celine has not followed as Floyd | promised she would. Floyd | Floyd | The Vaughan Thomas corridor lies to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Corridor 333 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Corridor Floyd | There are soft felt pinboards on the wall, above a row of chairs. An Floyd | over-stacked bookself shoved in the corner and a square table do Floyd | nothing to break the monotony. The Warneford Hospital has a Floyd | distinctive smell. It is the smell of a place that very consciously Floyd | has no smell, underscored by a desperate edge of nicotine. Floyd | Floyd | You strain to hear even the slightest hint of movement but there is Floyd | nothing, nothing at all. Perhaps you have been tricked. Yes, that Floyd | seems very likely. Floyd | Floyd | This interminably greyish corridor meanders north, west and south. Floyd | East would take you outside again, through the blue door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Exterior 334 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | You look around for the nurse but then notice that the door seems to Floyd | be standing very slightly ajar. You seize the opportunity and slip Floyd | through Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Exterior Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Ward is another grey building. It has a bow-window Floyd | which looks like an ill-at-ease addition to its uniformity. There is Floyd | also an awkward, spindly tree guarding a nearby bench. Floyd | Floyd | The only thing that follows you now, it seems, is silence. Floyd | Floyd | The door that leads west into Vaughan Thomas has been painted blue. Floyd | There is a doorbell next to it in industrial grey. The path leading Floyd | to and from Vaughan Thomas lies to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Vaughan Thomas Path 335 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas Path Floyd | The path sidles away down the side of the main building, taking you Floyd | away from facades. Here, there are no country house lawns, no Floyd | sandstone and classical pillars. There are patches of scrubby grass, Floyd | borders that may perhaps bloom one spring, and scattered buildings Floyd | that are too perfectly, facelessly functional to have anything of Floyd | beauty or ugliness to them. There are jaunty painted signs to Floyd | Cotswold House and Wintle Ward. Floyd | Floyd | Vaughan Thomas waits to the west, the Hospital Approach is to the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford exit 336 Floyd | Floyd | > E Floyd | Floyd | Warneford exit Floyd | Here on the Warneford lawn again you can see a streak of lightness at Floyd | the eastern edge of the sky. Behind you, a smear of gold and grey, is Floyd | the Warneford. Before you, to the northwest, the wrought iron gates, Floyd | as tall as thistles to a child, inevitably sealed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford exit 337 Floyd | Floyd | > NW Floyd | Floyd | You can't, the gates bar your way, as insurmountable as death itself. Floyd | All you can do now is turn around. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "knock on gates" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford exit 337 Floyd | Floyd | > KNOCK ON GATES Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "open gates" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford exit 338 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN GATES Floyd | Floyd | You throw yourself at the gates but you know even as you do that Floyd | there will be no opening them. The metal tears at the skin of your Floyd | hands and you send a chorus of clattering to the silent sky. They are Floyd | securely sealed and there is no forcing them. You can't go back, you Floyd | can't go through them. It's time to turn around. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "look" | ||
Floyd ] Warneford exit 339 Floyd | Floyd | > LOOK Floyd | Floyd | Warneford exit Floyd | Here on the Warneford lawn again you can see a streak of lightness at Floyd | the eastern edge of the sky. Behind you, a smear of gold and grey, is Floyd | the Warneford. Before you, to the northwest, the wrought iron gates, Floyd | as tall as thistles to a child, inevitably sealed. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "i guess it's time to turn around?" | |
| mwmiller says, "Mmmmmmyep." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "turn around" | ||
Floyd ] And Back Again 340 Floyd | Floyd | > TURN AROUND Floyd | Floyd | You turn around slowly, as you know you inevitably must. Celine is Floyd | standing behind you, smiling. The rising sun gleams upon her hair and Floyd | in her eyes, her cheeks flushed with the first light of dawn. The Floyd | grass at her feet is a carpet of flowers and as you rush into her Floyd | opening arms you find yourself clutching at nothing but a flurry of Floyd | petals the colour of her lipstick. Floyd | Floyd | And Back Again Floyd | Marlborough Road looks exactly as it did when you left it, except it Floyd | is greyish in the dawn. It seems you have been wandering all night Floyd | long. Your house is dark and quiet behind its curtained windows, as Floyd | if it has closed its eyes. The world waits at your back, the front Floyd | door lies ahead, waiting for you to open it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] And Back Again 340 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | As you reach out to the door handle, a flash of colour catches your Floyd | eye. There is a flower petal stuck to your palm. Shaken free by your Floyd | movement, it drifts to the ground, gleaming briefly in the gloom. The Floyd | door swings open and you step inside, into neither emptiness nor cold, Floyd | and your hand warm as if someone holds it still. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** Finis *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This is "Flowers", one four possible endings of Eurydice. To discover Floyd | another, have you tried playing the lyre more? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last Floyd | command? Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Needs more c^H LYRE." | |
| jenrexrode asks, "but our lyre is busted??" | ||
| mwmiller exclaims, "Yep. Everybody's a critic!" | ||
| Johnny says, "Earlier in the game, or before seeing the doctor, I figure." | ||
| Johnny says, "So, for your Xyzzy consideration, this has been Eurydice." | ||
| Johnny says, "If we're not going to bang around for more endings." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "not tonite" | ||
| mwmiller says, "Seems a reasonable point to call it quits." | ||
| mwmiller says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > QUIT Floyd | debugcheapnitfol quit with exit status: 0 | ||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||
| jenrexrode has had her fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| Johnny does like justice, but that's taking it a bit far. | ||
| mwmiller goes home. | Johnny says, "So, I guess we could've just let the snake chill after all." | |
| Johnny says (to snake), "Sorry?!" | ||
| mwmiller says, "Well, it's not our fault the snake's not a music fan." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "I think we freaked him out with our cutting" | ||
| Johnny says, "Yes." | ||
| Johnny says, "Which it turns out was totally unnecessary, I guess." | ||
| Johnny says, "Since it's slightly difficult to tell." | ||
| mwmiller says, "Oh. Right, whatever." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "I'm not sure what's worth doing besides finding the lyre and the front door." | ||
| jenrexrode says, "I guess giving pills to celine was also untried" | ||
| Johnny says, "Finding out how much we dislike everybody." | ||
| jenrexrode asks, "is that motivation to...?" | ||
| Johnny says, "I doubt it." | ||
| jenrexrode asks, "more or less stuff to talk with Celine about?" | ||
| jenrexrode asks, "saying yes when doc sends us home?" | ||
